<?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-873390783948492600</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:43:01.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beneath It All.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jean Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00406785797886185153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRh1UAUeMwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/U0BBs26sFgI/S220/Jean%2B-%2B10..jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873390783948492600.post-1747330334122591254</id><published>2011-07-03T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T18:58:52.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"There's no need to doubt this joy, you just have to open your eyes &amp; feel this happiness with your heart."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-awcl80ieDxs/ThB0J8_ebtI/AAAAAAAAAQE/oIAt6tpoLbQ/s1600/GB.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-awcl80ieDxs/ThB0J8_ebtI/AAAAAAAAAQE/oIAt6tpoLbQ/s640/GB.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun @farewell party last saturday! Awesome time spent with the seniors&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; juniors!&amp;nbsp;All the best to xueli, weilin &amp;amp; shevaun in the meanwhile!&amp;nbsp;Hope they gets into their desired choice of college or poly! Hope they come back to gb to serve when they leave westwood &amp;amp; goes into their new environment too. Aww. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 week of schl passed~ And it seemed like i still couldn't concentrate &amp;amp; settle down for studies yet. It is just not the right time now. But whatever the reason that is, i really need to pull myself together &amp;amp; buck up in my studies. I couldn't just give in so easily. Afterall, i'm not that weak. Having headaches during the long schl hours &amp;amp; it really sucks. :'(&amp;nbsp;Hope i doesn't break down during this point of time! Youth day tmrw, which means no schl for me, &amp;amp; which means longer sleeping hours for me! HAHAHAHA. YAY x1234509876.&amp;nbsp;^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873390783948492600-1747330334122591254?l=thatpartof-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1747330334122591254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/07/theres-no-need-to-doubt-this-joy-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/1747330334122591254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/1747330334122591254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/07/theres-no-need-to-doubt-this-joy-you.html' title='&quot;There&apos;s no need to doubt this joy, you just have to open your eyes &amp; feel this happiness with your heart.&quot;'/><author><name>Jean Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00406785797886185153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRh1UAUeMwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/U0BBs26sFgI/S220/Jean%2B-%2B10..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-awcl80ieDxs/ThB0J8_ebtI/AAAAAAAAAQE/oIAt6tpoLbQ/s72-c/GB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873390783948492600.post-5336067521737758806</id><published>2011-06-24T13:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T18:59:14.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"A strong person is the one who knows how to be quiet, shed a tear for a moment, &amp; then picks up their sword &amp; fight again."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W8fWGNjxAS0/TgQTYJoqBtI/AAAAAAAAAQA/mZmY5JKUXgg/s1600/269754_232136996811176_100000446316123_851313_2457768_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W8fWGNjxAS0/TgQTYJoqBtI/AAAAAAAAAQA/mZmY5JKUXgg/s640/269754_232136996811176_100000446316123_851313_2457768_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Farewell party @palawan beach tmrw. And school is starting in 3 more days. Sighhhhhhs. I'm tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873390783948492600-5336067521737758806?l=thatpartof-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5336067521737758806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/06/strong-person-is-one-who-knows-how-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/5336067521737758806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/5336067521737758806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/06/strong-person-is-one-who-knows-how-to.html' title='&quot;A strong person is the one who knows how to be quiet, shed a tear for a moment, &amp; then picks up their sword &amp; fight again.&quot;'/><author><name>Jean Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00406785797886185153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRh1UAUeMwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/U0BBs26sFgI/S220/Jean%2B-%2B10..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W8fWGNjxAS0/TgQTYJoqBtI/AAAAAAAAAQA/mZmY5JKUXgg/s72-c/269754_232136996811176_100000446316123_851313_2457768_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873390783948492600.post-2835412965200378696</id><published>2011-06-23T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T21:00:21.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do you have to treat me this way?&amp;nbsp;Do i really mean nothing to you? Why do i have to feel it this way everytime? Am i being too selfish? Am i being to sensitive? Well, maybe it is&amp;nbsp;just me all this while. I might as well shut myself from the rest of the world. It's better not to know anything than to know everything. It sucks to feel this way. It hurts to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873390783948492600-2835412965200378696?l=thatpartof-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/feeds/2835412965200378696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/06/people-will-hate-you-rate-you-shake-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/2835412965200378696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/2835412965200378696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/06/people-will-hate-you-rate-you-shake-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Jean Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00406785797886185153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRh1UAUeMwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/U0BBs26sFgI/S220/Jean%2B-%2B10..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873390783948492600.post-2579951715903732894</id><published>2011-06-19T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T23:03:08.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"She is more precious than rubies, nothing you desire can compare with her." Proverbs 3:15</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S1h84GE4VPQ/Tf3tc3nO54I/AAAAAAAAAP4/04vyk4fW90o/s1600/Xiaotong.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S1h84GE4VPQ/Tf3tc3nO54I/AAAAAAAAAP4/04vyk4fW90o/s640/Xiaotong.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SO YES, THE TITLE &amp;amp; PHOTO ABOVE SAYS IT ALL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THIS POST IS SPECIALLY DEDICATED TO YOU, TAY XIAO TONG! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know&amp;nbsp;this have been dragging for like weeks or so, even right before the corporals camp that we went last week! So sorry&amp;nbsp;becos i didn't have the time to update&amp;nbsp;my blog&amp;nbsp;or rather, i was lazy, hahaha!&amp;nbsp;But well,&amp;nbsp;this post is finally up now! As i've promised you to write you three long long long long long paragraphs of dedication, of cos i wouldn't dare to break my promise right! I know it's going to get a little boring reading&amp;nbsp;chunks&amp;nbsp;of words in one long paragraph, but i'll try my best to make it short &amp;amp; sweet! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿To many of us here, friendships each held different meanings behind it.&amp;nbsp;And to me, friendship is really something that keeps me going, something that motivates me to become more stronger in person, something that makes me wants to&amp;nbsp;go further towards the end to reach my goals, something that makes me to&amp;nbsp;feel more happier in my life. I wouldn't have dared&amp;nbsp;imagined how life would be without friends by&amp;nbsp;my side. They say true friends encourages you with her hope, blesses you with her love &amp;amp; stregthens you with her prayers. And i&amp;nbsp;thank God for that He&amp;nbsp;had blessed&amp;nbsp;me with such&amp;nbsp;great friends in my life&amp;nbsp;that i will stick together with them no matter how much it takes to go through. One such friends, nevertheless, is of course you, TAY XIAO TONG. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I remembered that it wasn't easy making new friends &amp;amp; getting on secondary school life last year, especially when it's our first year in westwood &amp;amp; we're completely strangers to most of our classmates. It was my first year choosing &amp;amp; getting in&amp;nbsp;gb as my cca even feared that i&amp;nbsp;wouldn't make new friends in this cca, since i was not very outgoing &amp;amp; i didn't like to talk &amp;amp; get to know new friends around me by then. I remembered that i even thought of quitting gb initially, most probably becos i wouldn't be able to make any new friends &amp;amp; i would be such loner! But seeing xiaotong, who got in the same cca&amp;nbsp;as me, i've decided to make friends with her, simply becos she's very friendly &amp;amp; motherly to me! She treats everyone with equally care &amp;amp; love, &amp;amp; wouldn't be exceptions! No matter how much she hates or dislikes a particular person, she would still brings out the best to him or her. That's really something that i love about her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As days passed by, we got closer to each other. Till the extend that we gets to see each other every day! Yes, every day! How great can that be? Haha, i love spending my sundays with her! Sunday is really great with her, &amp;amp; i would look forward to sunday every week! We'll have breakfast together, then have lessons, &amp;amp; go home after that! It's really nice spending time with her &amp;amp; chatting &amp;amp; gosipping! She's really a great &amp;amp; trustable friend, that is very willing to go through the extra mile for her friends no matter how much it takes!She would not left her friends out just becos she had found better friends for herself. She's just like pillar of strength when i'm weak, &amp;amp; she would be there to encourage me, to make me feel stronger, to make me stand up for what i believe in &amp;amp; to make me feel good about myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you're upset &amp;amp; need a shoulder to lie on, you can always count on me! I'll be here to share yr problems with you! Although i don't really know how to cheer you up or&amp;nbsp;convince you with my words, but i'll try my best to help you if you happen to come across any problems in yr life! Don't give up &amp;amp; press on alright! Remember: "everything will be okay in the end, if it's not okay, it's not the end". I love you xiaotong! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873390783948492600-2579951715903732894?l=thatpartof-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/feeds/2579951715903732894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/06/she-is-more-precious-than-rubies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/2579951715903732894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/2579951715903732894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/06/she-is-more-precious-than-rubies.html' title='&quot;She is more precious than rubies, nothing you desire can compare with her.&quot; Proverbs 3:15'/><author><name>Jean Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00406785797886185153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRh1UAUeMwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/U0BBs26sFgI/S220/Jean%2B-%2B10..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S1h84GE4VPQ/Tf3tc3nO54I/AAAAAAAAAP4/04vyk4fW90o/s72-c/Xiaotong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873390783948492600.post-6557093758105850923</id><published>2011-06-16T22:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T22:24:44.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I cannot imagine where i would be today if not for the handful of friends who have given me such happiness in my life. Let's face it, friends makes life more fun."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ujvKpvT25SM/TQoqDSesoyI/AAAAAAAAAH0/UK9zMX78zrY/s1600/4..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ujvKpvT25SM/TQoqDSesoyI/AAAAAAAAAH0/UK9zMX78zrY/s640/4..jpg" t8="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ONGYANTING!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, i guess you're now in china celebrating yr birthday there right right! Have fun &amp;amp; remember to takecare of yrself! You've turned 14, &amp;amp; must smile more oky! Hahaha, becos jeantan says so! :p Hope you love the presents me &amp;amp; siling gave you the other day before you left! Sorry that&amp;nbsp;i didn't manage to send you off the plane! Stay cheerful &amp;amp; keep putting on that smile of yrs, becos it brightens our day up! (If you didn't know, now you know, haha!) Don't cry oky!&amp;nbsp;Must be strong &amp;amp; ADD OIL ADD OIL! Stay pretty forever! LOVE YOU &amp;amp; MISS YOU! Come back faster!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873390783948492600-6557093758105850923?l=thatpartof-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6557093758105850923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-cannot-imagine-where-i-would-be-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/6557093758105850923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/6557093758105850923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-cannot-imagine-where-i-would-be-today.html' title='&quot;I cannot imagine where i would be today if not for the handful of friends who have given me such happiness in my life. Let&apos;s face it, friends makes life more fun.&quot;'/><author><name>Jean Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00406785797886185153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRh1UAUeMwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/U0BBs26sFgI/S220/Jean%2B-%2B10..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ujvKpvT25SM/TQoqDSesoyI/AAAAAAAAAH0/UK9zMX78zrY/s72-c/4..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873390783948492600.post-4812899114856172331</id><published>2011-06-14T18:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T18:18:11.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"One of the worst feelings in the world is having to doubt something you thought was unquestionable."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V-yNF1G_m9w/TfchE9Kwi2I/AAAAAAAAAPs/YeMWw1VR-S4/s1600/251228_10150213485962550_579177549_7353019_2230201_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V-yNF1G_m9w/TfchE9Kwi2I/AAAAAAAAAPs/YeMWw1VR-S4/s640/251228_10150213485962550_579177549_7353019_2230201_n.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back frm corporals camp yesterday! Actually, it wasn't that scary frm what i've thought in the beginning! I&amp;nbsp;realised i had&amp;nbsp;lots &amp;amp; lots of fun during the camp&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; i'm beginning to miss my groupmates right now! Aww!&amp;nbsp;:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although my grp isn't really that hyper &amp;amp; loud when it comes to cheers during the camp, but i can say that we bonded really well! We won the best grp, which surprised me initially, becos i thought that&amp;nbsp;even if we did well in the games part &amp;amp; didn't do well in the&amp;nbsp;special night performance, we still won't win the best grp.&amp;nbsp;Haha, but we did it&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; won it! CHEERS FOR ABIGAIL!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met lots of friends frm other companies in singapore! I wasn't really that close to them in the beginning, especially during the first day when we didn't know each other &amp;amp; felt complete strangers,&amp;nbsp;but everyone soon got closer&amp;nbsp;on&amp;nbsp;the second &amp;amp; third day! I envy girls frm methodist the most! Their english was like marvellous! I hope i could be like them someday! Haha, hopefully?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trained for drill tests &amp;amp; tested on the second day, &amp;amp; i must say i love devotion the most! Devotion is the only time that&amp;nbsp;we girls&amp;nbsp;could really cool&amp;nbsp;ourselves down &amp;amp; worship God &amp;amp; do some bible studies of cos! It never gets boring despite having it for three consecutive days! Hehehehez. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday marks the end of this camp, &amp;amp; i'm really thankful to God that He had blessed me with so much love, &amp;amp; had made me really enjoyed through camp so much,&amp;nbsp;making new friends &amp;amp; learning skills &amp;amp; qualities that i'll impart them in my life in the future. I'm really thankful for Him that i had endured this camp despite having tough trainings &amp;amp; discipline!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had pizza with gb mates before going home. Glad that fionlim managed to make some new good friends frm the camp too! Realised we communicated with each other in english more than chinese, unlike before the camp, which was totally the other way round. And, xiaotong if you're reading this post of mine, sorry that yr 3 paragraph of dedication is not up yet! I'll do it soon, sorry! Pinky promise you! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873390783948492600-4812899114856172331?l=thatpartof-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4812899114856172331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/06/one-of-worst-feelings-in-world-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/4812899114856172331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/4812899114856172331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/06/one-of-worst-feelings-in-world-is.html' title='&quot;One of the worst feelings in the world is having to doubt something you thought was unquestionable.&quot;'/><author><name>Jean Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00406785797886185153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRh1UAUeMwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/U0BBs26sFgI/S220/Jean%2B-%2B10..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V-yNF1G_m9w/TfchE9Kwi2I/AAAAAAAAAPs/YeMWw1VR-S4/s72-c/251228_10150213485962550_579177549_7353019_2230201_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873390783948492600.post-7408274976500467227</id><published>2011-05-30T18:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T19:12:57.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The smile on my face doesn't mean my life is perfect, it's just the reflection of knowing it will be one day."</title><content type='html'>Ok erm, i think the corporals camp would be kinda scary.. Ugh, shall not let my stupid thoughts make the camp seem more frightening, haha right! Not gna pack the stuffs&amp;nbsp;until the last few days before the camp. Hehehehe yes, i'm lazzzzzzyyyyyy. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, everything has been quite okay i guess! At least i'm no longer sad over stupid stuffs or thinking too much. I think it's rlly great! Hope no one would destroy my perfect mood!&amp;nbsp;It isn't rlly perfect, but yeah.. Haha whatever lah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it good when you feels happy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerup oyt if you see this &amp;amp; if you're sad.&amp;nbsp;If you're not, then don't see this. Haha, kidding.&amp;nbsp;Cheerup! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873390783948492600-7408274976500467227?l=thatpartof-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7408274976500467227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/05/smile-on-my-face-doesnt-mean-my-life-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/7408274976500467227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/7408274976500467227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/05/smile-on-my-face-doesnt-mean-my-life-is.html' title='&quot;The smile on my face doesn&apos;t mean my life is perfect, it&apos;s just the reflection of knowing it will be one day.&quot;'/><author><name>Jean Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00406785797886185153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRh1UAUeMwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/U0BBs26sFgI/S220/Jean%2B-%2B10..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873390783948492600.post-458571097368109764</id><published>2011-05-25T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T15:56:28.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"It’s funny how hello ends with goodbye, how good memories can make you cry &amp; how forever never really seems to last."</title><content type='html'>1 more day, sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had reddy eyes when i woke up in the morning. Did i poke my eyes in the middle of the night? I don't know. It rlly hurts but i guess they're okay right now. At least no more reddy eyes, yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been wasting msgs on some idiotic ppl since yesterday night till now. Looks like phone's batt is gna be flat &amp;amp; my prepaid is gna be used up sooner or later. Ugh, shall not care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had this feeling that i'm being too bitchy &amp;amp; selfish sometimes. I don't think that i'm those good friends. Ok maybe i wasn't &amp;amp; hasn't been one. Is it that i'm thinking too much or that everything i'm thinking right now is totally true? I don't know, i don't want to&amp;nbsp;continue thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry oyt if i kind of pissed you off today?&amp;nbsp;Sorry. Sorry&amp;nbsp;siling if i've been making you feel pissed over the past few days too. Sighs, it hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873390783948492600-458571097368109764?l=thatpartof-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/feeds/458571097368109764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-funny-how-hello-ends-with-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/458571097368109764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/458571097368109764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-funny-how-hello-ends-with-goodbye.html' title='&quot;It’s funny how hello ends with goodbye, how good memories can make you cry &amp; how forever never really seems to last.&quot;'/><author><name>Jean Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00406785797886185153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRh1UAUeMwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/U0BBs26sFgI/S220/Jean%2B-%2B10..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873390783948492600.post-7186308778783816415</id><published>2011-05-24T15:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T15:51:06.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sometimes i wish you were in my shoes, so that one day you would understand my pain &amp; the hell i went through for you."</title><content type='html'>I told myself that i'm used to everything you did to me. But wait,&amp;nbsp;why do i even bother to continue thinking it? This is getting stupid. This is what i've got for myself everytime, isn't it? Ok i should really stop this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is going to be okay. At least i want my hols to be happy &amp;amp; fun. I don't want to spend the hols thinking &amp;amp; pondering over these stupid thoughts of mine. Looking forward to the 6th! Bugis shopping with lsl &amp;amp; oyt. It has been long since i go shopping. Well~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/3 more days to hols! I don't know why i'm counting down, but&amp;nbsp;perhaps i'm too excited for it. I don't want rev-up tmrw! It only tires me out! Nothing will change the fact that there'll still be students walking @the back, hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok hope i remember fetching sister later on! If not she'll have to walk back herself, heh. But i'm not that bad. Brother is still not home yet grr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873390783948492600-7186308778783816415?l=thatpartof-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7186308778783816415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/05/sometimes-i-wish-you-were-in-my-shoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/7186308778783816415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/7186308778783816415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/05/sometimes-i-wish-you-were-in-my-shoes.html' title='&quot;Sometimes i wish you were in my shoes, so that one day you would understand my pain &amp; the hell i went through for you.&quot;'/><author><name>Jean Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00406785797886185153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRh1UAUeMwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/U0BBs26sFgI/S220/Jean%2B-%2B10..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873390783948492600.post-6312395768204184697</id><published>2011-05-21T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T22:34:07.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"You can’t lose what you never had, keep what’s not yours, or hold onto something that doesn’t wants to stay."</title><content type='html'>Fine, it's my fault. Everything is my fault. Yes, i'm the one who started it. Yes, i'm the one to be blamed. Happy? I'm not talking back to you. I'm only fighting up for what i think is right. Stop being so self-centered. I merely only wanted to share with you my problems so that i'll feel better. But this is what i've got in the end? Fine, looks like this is what i've&amp;nbsp;brought up &amp;amp; got&amp;nbsp;for myself in the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why i'm behaving like this nowadays. What's wrong with me? I shouldn't be like this. Always get stucked in the middle in situation like this. I really don't know what i should do. I'm scared of hurting others. Can't help it to think that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes hurts. I guess they're tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or. Am i the one who is being self-centered?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873390783948492600-6312395768204184697?l=thatpartof-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6312395768204184697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-cant-lose-what-you-never-had-keep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/6312395768204184697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/6312395768204184697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-cant-lose-what-you-never-had-keep.html' title='&quot;You can’t lose what you never had, keep what’s not yours, or hold onto something that doesn’t wants to stay.&quot;'/><author><name>Jean Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00406785797886185153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRh1UAUeMwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/U0BBs26sFgI/S220/Jean%2B-%2B10..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873390783948492600.post-50138493062892519</id><published>2011-05-16T20:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T20:38:39.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"We should have no regrets. The past is finished. There is nothing to be gained by going over it. Whatever it gave us it is now experience."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Since i've made the correct decision, i should be happy. I &lt;strike&gt;will&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;must&amp;nbsp;be. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't quite like some ppl in my class nowadays. I don't know why either. Just had this weird feeling. Hopefully this is not true. Hopefully it's only some random thoughts of mine. Just hope so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slept for 5hrs before that. Headache &amp;amp; flu is killing me badly. I don't want to get sick, ugh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873390783948492600-50138493062892519?l=thatpartof-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/feeds/50138493062892519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/05/we-should-have-no-regrets-past-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/50138493062892519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/50138493062892519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/05/we-should-have-no-regrets-past-is.html' title='&quot;We should have no regrets. The past is finished. There is nothing to be gained by going over it. Whatever it gave us it is now experience.&quot;'/><author><name>Jean Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00406785797886185153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRh1UAUeMwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/U0BBs26sFgI/S220/Jean%2B-%2B10..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873390783948492600.post-6715201789382532759</id><published>2011-05-15T17:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T19:53:59.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Don't forget. Forgive, but not forget. Forgiving will give you brighter future, but forgetting won't change what has happened before."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xAZCSVMQKqE/Tc-GE_WTngI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/wGjDNxxyzc0/s640/1.bmp" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Went out with oyt bestfriend &amp;amp; her parents to ecp for bbq yesterday. IT WAS FUN &amp;amp; AWESOME! Thanks to my dearest mummy for being so nice to me&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; never got mad when i returned home&amp;nbsp;such late in the middle of the night, hehez.&amp;nbsp;Muah! :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kSvut2hsaOo/Tc-MC61tGJI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Q6Fmc8hjxDQ/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kSvut2hsaOo/Tc-MC61tGJI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Q6Fmc8hjxDQ/s640/1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So i think i broke the record of reaching home late yesterday. Hsh only @12+.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I only slept @1+. And this morning i nearly overslept &amp;amp; forgot that i've got lessons. And right now i'm feeling tired &amp;amp; sleepy~ Shall go back to my sleep later on when i finish posting this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e25Ekzr1d58/Tc-Qn_OgzzI/AAAAAAAAAPc/82vweIzdyXo/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e25Ekzr1d58/Tc-Qn_OgzzI/AAAAAAAAAPc/82vweIzdyXo/s640/1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Went to walk walk on the beach before we rent the bikes. I think it's pretty cool sitting on the sand &amp;amp; letting the cold breeze gushes past yr face! Ok,&amp;nbsp;i shall really try that out the next time i go to the beach, haha! It's not rlly hot yesterday.. So i guess i didn't sweat that much~ And that's good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cie5NByv4V8/Tc-R8e5n08I/AAAAAAAAAPg/2DxojLCAMas/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cie5NByv4V8/Tc-R8e5n08I/AAAAAAAAAPg/2DxojLCAMas/s640/1.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We managed to rent the bikes only&amp;nbsp;@7 in the evening. I think the ppl gave us plenty of extra time. Thinking back, yesterday was the first time i've got on the bike since 2 or 3 or even 4yrs before? Hah, i'm lazyyy i knowww. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n2uNyFk84Uw/Tc-T9imkZcI/AAAAAAAAAPk/U9PYnD3p0EI/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n2uNyFk84Uw/Tc-T9imkZcI/AAAAAAAAAPk/U9PYnD3p0EI/s640/1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Bestfriend was super funny. And i laughed very hard&amp;nbsp;@how she rang the bell on the bike whenever there're ppl blocking her path, haha! (She looked rlly like some kiddo, haha oops.) We cycled until we were both bored to death waiting for 8 to come so that we can return the bikes. Well~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--uyjepBSvsw/Tc-V28LCc0I/AAAAAAAAAPo/xMnxPeaXuno/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--uyjepBSvsw/Tc-V28LCc0I/AAAAAAAAAPo/xMnxPeaXuno/s640/1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We spammed lots of photos yesterday! Haha great right! Lazy to upload every photo down here. Blogger is killing me. Or maybe i used too long of the computer. Argh. So that's it~ I think i'm going back to my sleep.&amp;nbsp;Anyway i felt boring with mye over &amp;amp; i've got nothing to do other than twittering, blogging &amp;amp; sleeping. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N2I2jewymeg/Tc-Lj8f4IqI/AAAAAAAAAPU/poejWu9KbB0/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N2I2jewymeg/Tc-Lj8f4IqI/AAAAAAAAAPU/poejWu9KbB0/s640/1.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Here's the special dedication for you back, bestfriend:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks for being my "listening ear" for yesterday in facebook! You're rlly great ok! I've thought it through yesterday~ Yes, i shall be happy, &amp;amp; will get over him soon, hopefully. I swear swear ok! Thanks bestfriend! Of cuz i trust you cuz you're my bestfriend! I love to hang out with you too. YOU'RE AWESOME. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873390783948492600-6715201789382532759?l=thatpartof-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6715201789382532759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-may-be-emotional-but-im-not-weak-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/6715201789382532759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/6715201789382532759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-may-be-emotional-but-im-not-weak-it.html' title='&quot;Don&apos;t forget. Forgive, but not forget. Forgiving will give you brighter future, but forgetting won&apos;t change what has happened before.&quot;'/><author><name>Jean Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00406785797886185153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRh1UAUeMwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/U0BBs26sFgI/S220/Jean%2B-%2B10..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xAZCSVMQKqE/Tc-GE_WTngI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/wGjDNxxyzc0/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873390783948492600.post-5270392502511738169</id><published>2011-05-14T10:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T10:59:30.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The most difficult phase of your life is not when no one understands you, it's when you don't even understand yourself."</title><content type='html'>So, went out with lsl, oyt &amp;amp; xuannyz to clementi for singing session @partyworld &amp;amp; for koi too. #3 having koi with them. Although i didn't really sing, but had fun&amp;nbsp;singing with the songs i know &amp;amp; listening to the songs which i don't feel familiar with. Sorry oyt&amp;nbsp;if you're kind of mad that i didn't really sing very loud. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended singing session @2+. And went to buy koi instead. Koi is really nice. Went to the shopping centre there &amp;amp; walked before i went home with lsl &amp;amp; oyt &amp;amp; xuannyz went to west mall, i guess? Hsh @4+. Bathed &amp;amp; went to&amp;nbsp;sleep, hehez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time now is 10:50. Should have slept later. Flu is killing me &amp;amp; i'm feeling sleepy right now. Shall go wash my shoe now. Will update whenever i've the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think&amp;nbsp;i've made the correct decision. I will get over with it soon, hopefully. Not going to let it kill my mood for the rest of the days. I'll be happy. I should be smiling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873390783948492600-5270392502511738169?l=thatpartof-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5270392502511738169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/05/most-difficult-phase-of-your-life-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/5270392502511738169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/5270392502511738169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/05/most-difficult-phase-of-your-life-is.html' title='&quot;The most difficult phase of your life is not when no one understands you, it&apos;s when you don&apos;t even understand yourself.&quot;'/><author><name>Jean Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00406785797886185153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRh1UAUeMwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/U0BBs26sFgI/S220/Jean%2B-%2B10..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873390783948492600.post-4814742519586315972</id><published>2011-05-04T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T13:18:04.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Don’t leave something good, to see if you can find better. Once you realize you had the best, the best will find better."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3jRKZ9_FuAQ/TcDPYT5jPrI/AAAAAAAAAPI/tDkIQHUi-8Q/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="432" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3jRKZ9_FuAQ/TcDPYT5jPrI/AAAAAAAAAPI/tDkIQHUi-8Q/s640/1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Whatever you do, there will be someone out there who doesn't likes you."&lt;/em&gt; I don't understand, what makes you think that you're on the&amp;nbsp;top of the world? What makes you think that you're great? So what if you're the best? That doesn't make you different from the rest. I don't care if you choose to continue calling me names or if you choose to continue disturbing me. Stop being so ignorant. Not going to care furthermore, i'm still going to be myself no matter what. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be flooding with papers throughout the week this week. Have to focus on my studies! But i can't seem to, my mind seems to get drifted off very few often. Studying right now. Will probably post when i've finished my papers or probably in the weekends when i've the time? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873390783948492600-4814742519586315972?l=thatpartof-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4814742519586315972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/05/dont-leave-something-good-to-see-if-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/4814742519586315972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/4814742519586315972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/05/dont-leave-something-good-to-see-if-you.html' title='&quot;Don’t leave something good, to see if you can find better. Once you realize you had the best, the best will find better.&quot;'/><author><name>Jean Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00406785797886185153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRh1UAUeMwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/U0BBs26sFgI/S220/Jean%2B-%2B10..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3jRKZ9_FuAQ/TcDPYT5jPrI/AAAAAAAAAPI/tDkIQHUi-8Q/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873390783948492600.post-3328738874250169478</id><published>2011-05-01T21:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T22:35:04.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Despite your best efforts, it will still bring you to your knees, regardless of how strong you're otherwise."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ch966L4tojY/Tb1an5MI-WI/AAAAAAAAAPE/sA-LDtdy6zE/s1600/2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ch966L4tojY/Tb1an5MI-WI/AAAAAAAAAPE/sA-LDtdy6zE/s640/2.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sometimes we have to lose some to gain some, isn't it so? Often, we keep the good things to ourselves &amp;amp; would not want to lose them. We did this way too much often. And that is when we take things for granted. Don't we, sometimes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Just purely reflecting on this. But it's totally true. Agree x123098456876. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Too many stuffs happened when i didn't blog. Shall not bring them up, have to focus on my studies well. YOU CAN DO IT, JEAN!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873390783948492600-3328738874250169478?l=thatpartof-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3328738874250169478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/05/despite-your-best-efforts-it-will-still.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/3328738874250169478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/3328738874250169478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/05/despite-your-best-efforts-it-will-still.html' title='&quot;Despite your best efforts, it will still bring you to your knees, regardless of how strong you&apos;re otherwise.&quot;'/><author><name>Jean Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00406785797886185153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRh1UAUeMwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/U0BBs26sFgI/S220/Jean%2B-%2B10..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ch966L4tojY/Tb1an5MI-WI/AAAAAAAAAPE/sA-LDtdy6zE/s72-c/2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873390783948492600.post-7385932525887381037</id><published>2011-04-24T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T14:08:32.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Don't look back into the path you've walked. Look forward to path you haven't yet walked, the future is much more exciting."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm-F0ftoNDg/TbO89fL9yEI/AAAAAAAAAO4/PrmnF2BITQk/s1600/3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm-F0ftoNDg/TbO89fL9yEI/AAAAAAAAAO4/PrmnF2BITQk/s640/3.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873390783948492600-7385932525887381037?l=thatpartof-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7385932525887381037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/04/dont-look-back-into-path-youve-walked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/7385932525887381037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/7385932525887381037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/04/dont-look-back-into-path-youve-walked.html' title='&quot;Don&apos;t look back into the path you&apos;ve walked. Look forward to path you haven&apos;t yet walked, the future is much more exciting.&quot;'/><author><name>Jean Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00406785797886185153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRh1UAUeMwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/U0BBs26sFgI/S220/Jean%2B-%2B10..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm-F0ftoNDg/TbO89fL9yEI/AAAAAAAAAO4/PrmnF2BITQk/s72-c/3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873390783948492600.post-2922511797172206738</id><published>2011-04-21T20:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T13:07:37.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>“Nonsense wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living. It’s one way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. And that enables you to laugh at life’s realities.”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5jPolEO9qJ4/TbAayS4QzHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/JQTV9bV3__Q/s1600/205555_209343209090555_100000446316123_739385_100006_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5jPolEO9qJ4/TbAayS4QzHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/JQTV9bV3__Q/s640/205555_209343209090555_100000446316123_739385_100006_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week&amp;nbsp;has been&amp;nbsp;the best week so far, i think! At least it's even much better than the previous week! HAHAHAHA. I'm not into much of moodswings, which is good! But still having some weird&amp;nbsp;+ random&amp;nbsp;thoughts&amp;nbsp;sometimes.&amp;nbsp;Thanks leesiling + my bestfriends that have been there whenever i needed them! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WR4J-HIJITw/TbAd8PhhVoI/AAAAAAAAAOg/W2TtSWJff6k/s1600/206711_209343165757226_100000446316123_739383_3219935_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WR4J-HIJITw/TbAd8PhhVoI/AAAAAAAAAOg/W2TtSWJff6k/s640/206711_209343165757226_100000446316123_739383_3219935_n.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks leesiling + bestfriend for today too! Really had lots of fun whenever i'm with you guys! I love it! And omgggzzz, bestfriend's dearest sasha doggyz is still ever so cute + naughty! I wish i had one little doggyz someday too! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z2ad3m2Y69M/TbAikRp8bxI/AAAAAAAAAOk/DFEgyDc0p5k/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z2ad3m2Y69M/TbAikRp8bxI/AAAAAAAAAOk/DFEgyDc0p5k/s640/3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took loads of photos with leesiling + bestfriend! After that bestfriend watched her youtube videos&amp;nbsp;while&amp;nbsp;i really&amp;nbsp;can't stand the person in the video that keep changing scenes,&amp;nbsp;so i nearly slept. :X&amp;nbsp;HEHEHEHEHEHEHE. Hsh @4.30 &amp;gt;Reached home @5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mFjVeQIfU-A/TbAlQVNh2RI/AAAAAAAAAOo/HiDTZPOwGwM/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mFjVeQIfU-A/TbAlQVNh2RI/AAAAAAAAAOo/HiDTZPOwGwM/s640/4.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i created my twitter! HAHAHA. I don't know what to do with it, but i think that it's like some sort of fb. Tweeting stuffs + retweeting stuffs frm others. Yeah, that's what my brother + bestfriend told me. Gotta try out my twitter! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F1x6OFRY1dA/TbAmhF6cNfI/AAAAAAAAAOs/_8kl2Qrtvzo/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F1x6OFRY1dA/TbAmhF6cNfI/AAAAAAAAAOs/_8kl2Qrtvzo/s640/5.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good friday tmrw, which means there would be no school! Good news for us seriously! Exams coming, which means i would have to stop using the computer&amp;nbsp;so frequently! Hopefully next week would be&amp;nbsp;even more better! Will be looking forward to the rest of the weeks. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't life&amp;nbsp;great when you feels contented &amp;amp; happy with everything you've now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873390783948492600-2922511797172206738?l=thatpartof-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/feeds/2922511797172206738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/04/never-tell-yourself-that-you-cant-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/2922511797172206738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/2922511797172206738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/04/never-tell-yourself-that-you-cant-do.html' title='“Nonsense wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living. It’s one way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. And that enables you to laugh at life’s realities.”'/><author><name>Jean Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00406785797886185153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRh1UAUeMwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/U0BBs26sFgI/S220/Jean%2B-%2B10..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5jPolEO9qJ4/TbAayS4QzHI/AAAAAAAAAOc/JQTV9bV3__Q/s72-c/205555_209343209090555_100000446316123_739385_100006_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873390783948492600.post-1493568990865178422</id><published>2011-04-16T15:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T18:08:07.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Life comes with no guarantees, no time outs, no second chances. So you'll have to live life to the fullest. Live in the moment because every second you spend being upset is seconds of happiness you can never get back."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9-IenMhkn9c/TalLECo-MTI/AAAAAAAAAOY/kcnqNLlpRT8/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9-IenMhkn9c/TalLECo-MTI/AAAAAAAAAOY/kcnqNLlpRT8/s640/1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Today is the first time me + fionlim in charging of singspiration! Although we're not really good in bringing the messages across to the girls, but i think we did well&amp;nbsp;cuz we really&amp;nbsp;put lots of effort in planning the games, like&amp;nbsp;coming up of the names, etc. Although we had a hard time looking for blu-tacks cuz we didn't prepare in the first place, but we still manage to get one pack from a kind teacher! HAHAHA! IT WAS A SUCCESS. We'll do better next time! Don't get upset, fionlim! You've done well.&amp;nbsp;;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks leesiling for helping us too. Really enjoyed myself being with you + fionlim on friday! Had a great time with you guys. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I don't understand why some people love to judge others when they know that they're no where better than them. What do you even gain when you&amp;nbsp;start judging&amp;nbsp;others?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873390783948492600-1493568990865178422?l=thatpartof-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1493568990865178422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/04/sometimes-were-too-into-moment-to-look.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/1493568990865178422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/1493568990865178422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/04/sometimes-were-too-into-moment-to-look.html' title='&quot;Life comes with no guarantees, no time outs, no second chances. So you&apos;ll have to live life to the fullest. Live in the moment because every second you spend being upset is seconds of happiness you can never get back.&quot;'/><author><name>Jean Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00406785797886185153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRh1UAUeMwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/U0BBs26sFgI/S220/Jean%2B-%2B10..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9-IenMhkn9c/TalLECo-MTI/AAAAAAAAAOY/kcnqNLlpRT8/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873390783948492600.post-3326950021760524468</id><published>2011-04-13T16:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T16:43:15.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Even though sometimes things may seem like they're perfectly fine on the outside, but you don't know what they're like on the inside. Assumptions from people cannot be taken in easily, especially those who hide their own self from the world's eyes."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OHUzcN4AFsA/TaVZKJGJUSI/AAAAAAAAAOU/AXCg9R9G_Wg/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OHUzcN4AFsA/TaVZKJGJUSI/AAAAAAAAAOU/AXCg9R9G_Wg/s640/4.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes the right thing for you is maybe the wrong thing for someone else.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard i tried, i can't seem to get things right. It feels so sucky when you tried so hard to fight for the things that you wanted, but got nothing in the end. Maybe i was wrong. I really need a break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise myself to be happy for tomorrow. Just once more, please? :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873390783948492600-3326950021760524468?l=thatpartof-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3326950021760524468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/04/even-though-sometimes-things-may-seem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/3326950021760524468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/3326950021760524468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/04/even-though-sometimes-things-may-seem.html' title='&quot;Even though sometimes things may seem like they&apos;re perfectly fine on the outside, but you don&apos;t know what they&apos;re like on the inside. Assumptions from people cannot be taken in easily, especially those who hide their own self from the world&apos;s eyes.&quot;'/><author><name>Jean Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00406785797886185153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRh1UAUeMwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/U0BBs26sFgI/S220/Jean%2B-%2B10..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OHUzcN4AFsA/TaVZKJGJUSI/AAAAAAAAAOU/AXCg9R9G_Wg/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873390783948492600.post-9011412048461870727</id><published>2011-04-09T16:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T15:49:52.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"In life God doesn't gives you the people you want, instead He gives you the people you need. To teach you. To hurt you. To love you. And make you exactly the way you should be."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-141fc2jjtl4/TaAbUk-1AoI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/mF3DM_N0Fcw/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-141fc2jjtl4/TaAbUk-1AoI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/mF3DM_N0Fcw/s640/3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crying isn't showing weakness. It's been showing how strong you've been.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a game. A game that we end up losing in the end no matter how hard you fought for it. And games are meant to be fun and entertaining. So why is life filled with so many hardships? Don't people deserve to find happiness? I don't understand why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873390783948492600-9011412048461870727?l=thatpartof-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/feeds/9011412048461870727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-can-i-go-forward-when-i-dont-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/9011412048461870727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/9011412048461870727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-can-i-go-forward-when-i-dont-know.html' title='&quot;In life God doesn&apos;t gives you the people you want, instead He gives you the people you need. To teach you. To hurt you. To love you. And make you exactly the way you should be.&quot;'/><author><name>Jean Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00406785797886185153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRh1UAUeMwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/U0BBs26sFgI/S220/Jean%2B-%2B10..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-141fc2jjtl4/TaAbUk-1AoI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/mF3DM_N0Fcw/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873390783948492600.post-2427567182595393398</id><published>2011-04-08T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T17:15:02.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>“Time is too slow for those who wait. Too swift for those who fear. Too long for those who grieve. Too short for those who rejoice. But for those who love - Time is eternity.”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MuhM1FUnty4/TZ76vphofRI/AAAAAAAAAOE/GAc4vz5zSXA/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MuhM1FUnty4/TZ76vphofRI/AAAAAAAAAOE/GAc4vz5zSXA/s640/2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks bestfriend + leesiling for everything today. I'm x10974592018348630 really really very happy today. I think it's most probably the ever first day that i never had moodswings totally, like seriously! Love you both! HAHAHA. :) At least this week is much more better than last week. Not having moodswings that much, which is good! Have to really stop thinking those stuffs that happened recently. Right? Afterall, i don't wanna be emogirlzgirlz97! ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post_content"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GIg5S7MpUPY/TRxrxIG6SJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Q-5b34HgwsE/s1600/Fion..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GIg5S7MpUPY/TRxrxIG6SJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Q-5b34HgwsE/s640/Fion..jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my dearest fionlim: I know you will definitely not be reading this little post of mine, but cheer up okay? I don't like my friends to be sad! Especially that you're such a close friend of mine that will be meeting me every saturday morning for breakfast! Cheer up okay? Please know that i will not be mad at you for no reason! I'm not that petty! &amp;gt;:( I know you've very good friends with you in yr class, so its okay that you're closer to them than me! Don't need worry for me if you go with them instead! Alright? Don't sad, cheer up! Love you! :) (P.S: I will be there for you whenever you need me! Just like how you're there whenever i need you!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873390783948492600-2427567182595393398?l=thatpartof-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/feeds/2427567182595393398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/04/time-is-too-slow-for-those-who-wait-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/2427567182595393398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/2427567182595393398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/04/time-is-too-slow-for-those-who-wait-too.html' title='“Time is too slow for those who wait. Too swift for those who fear. Too long for those who grieve. Too short for those who rejoice. But for those who love - Time is eternity.”'/><author><name>Jean Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00406785797886185153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRh1UAUeMwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/U0BBs26sFgI/S220/Jean%2B-%2B10..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MuhM1FUnty4/TZ76vphofRI/AAAAAAAAAOE/GAc4vz5zSXA/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873390783948492600.post-8283639300829531898</id><published>2011-04-06T18:43:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T19:47:54.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Someday everything will all make perfect sense. So for now, laugh at the confusion, smile through the tears, and keep reminding yourself that everything happens for a reason."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3BLWtPhK09s/TZxBl9ClyOI/AAAAAAAAAOA/yEQUu3OPFGM/s1600/Untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="404" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3BLWtPhK09s/TZxBl9ClyOI/AAAAAAAAAOA/yEQUu3OPFGM/s640/Untitled.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Too positive to be doubtful.&lt;br /&gt;Too optimistic to be fearful.&lt;br /&gt;Too determined to be defeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm defeated. I'm tired. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873390783948492600-8283639300829531898?l=thatpartof-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8283639300829531898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/04/if-you-dont-like-something-change-it-if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/8283639300829531898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/8283639300829531898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/04/if-you-dont-like-something-change-it-if.html' title='&quot;Someday everything will all make perfect sense. So for now, laugh at the confusion, smile through the tears, and keep reminding yourself that everything happens for a reason.&quot;'/><author><name>Jean Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00406785797886185153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRh1UAUeMwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/U0BBs26sFgI/S220/Jean%2B-%2B10..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3BLWtPhK09s/TZxBl9ClyOI/AAAAAAAAAOA/yEQUu3OPFGM/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873390783948492600.post-6875344113064980313</id><published>2011-03-31T19:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T19:43:31.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Not all words fit to their meanings. Sometimes what is said is not what is meant and what is meant is left unsaid."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J8kW6jyJ7Kw/TZRlJHF7jTI/AAAAAAAAANw/PJ5EJrKwqPc/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="411" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J8kW6jyJ7Kw/TZRlJHF7jTI/AAAAAAAAANw/PJ5EJrKwqPc/s640/1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They say no one is born great. The tasks we accomplish and the talents we possess is what makes us great.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we think of our thoughts, or do they think us?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873390783948492600-6875344113064980313?l=thatpartof-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6875344113064980313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/03/not-all-words-fit-to-their-meanings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/6875344113064980313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/6875344113064980313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/03/not-all-words-fit-to-their-meanings.html' title='&quot;Not all words fit to their meanings. Sometimes what is said is not what is meant and what is meant is left unsaid.&quot;'/><author><name>Jean Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00406785797886185153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRh1UAUeMwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/U0BBs26sFgI/S220/Jean%2B-%2B10..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J8kW6jyJ7Kw/TZRlJHF7jTI/AAAAAAAAANw/PJ5EJrKwqPc/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873390783948492600.post-2915786567977548654</id><published>2011-03-29T15:50:00.040+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T19:28:35.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Don’t complicate the mind. Flee from hate, mischief, and jealousy. Don’t bury your thoughts. Put your vision to reality. Wake up and live."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8oEhaV6UCo/TZGNjcx0IUI/AAAAAAAAANs/Qmj-CXhrJ2k/s1600/tumblr_lit6cvvveG1qc8m86o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="414" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8oEhaV6UCo/TZGNjcx0IUI/AAAAAAAAANs/Qmj-CXhrJ2k/s640/tumblr_lit6cvvveG1qc8m86o1_500.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The thought came back today! I really don't know how to act on them. I don't know what's the right thing i should do. Hate it when this happens. Seriously should stop thinking everything right now. Just feels so terrible. Things will worsen if i continue to think about them, right? :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wish i wasn't so shy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wish i wasn't so fearful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wish i could make a decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873390783948492600-2915786567977548654?l=thatpartof-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/feeds/2915786567977548654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/03/if-something-is-not-happening-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/2915786567977548654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/2915786567977548654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/03/if-something-is-not-happening-for-you.html' title='&quot;Don’t complicate the mind. Flee from hate, mischief, and jealousy. Don’t bury your thoughts. Put your vision to reality. Wake up and live.&quot;'/><author><name>Jean Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00406785797886185153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRh1UAUeMwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/U0BBs26sFgI/S220/Jean%2B-%2B10..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8oEhaV6UCo/TZGNjcx0IUI/AAAAAAAAANs/Qmj-CXhrJ2k/s72-c/tumblr_lit6cvvveG1qc8m86o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873390783948492600.post-7521698958054190117</id><published>2011-03-28T16:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T16:24:28.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are searching for the meaning of life."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FQTLH3pru1E/TY39P7I_JdI/AAAAAAAAG4Q/U7y7CRsiJUY/s1600/DSC00313.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="358" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FQTLH3pru1E/TY39P7I_JdI/AAAAAAAAG4Q/U7y7CRsiJUY/s640/DSC00313.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And yes! We won silver for inter-ug competition last friday! Even happier when i was told that there was a tabulation score error in the national drill competition and that, we girls got BRONZE! Well done girls! Lets continue to work hard in clinching the championship next year for inter-ug&amp;nbsp;yeah?&amp;nbsp;Hopefully for next national drill competition too hahahaha. Thanks to the helpers that actually came down every practice that we had to help us improve our drills! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that i've been thinking too much nowadays. Whenever i get hooked on a thought, it just won't go away. I don't know why either.&amp;nbsp;Hope this little thought of mine would just go away tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow would be a better day, isn't it? ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873390783948492600-7521698958054190117?l=thatpartof-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7521698958054190117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-will-never-be-happy-if-you-continue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/7521698958054190117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/7521698958054190117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-will-never-be-happy-if-you-continue.html' title='&quot;You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are searching for the meaning of life.&quot;'/><author><name>Jean Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00406785797886185153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRh1UAUeMwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/U0BBs26sFgI/S220/Jean%2B-%2B10..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FQTLH3pru1E/TY39P7I_JdI/AAAAAAAAG4Q/U7y7CRsiJUY/s72-c/DSC00313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873390783948492600.post-2279316037462683899</id><published>2011-02-14T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T15:37:27.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The truth is, you don’t learn much from winning, but losing can make you a lot stronger."</title><content type='html'>Finally back frm drill camp! Feeling so lucky right now cos i've survived it haha! Drill camp totally sucks like hell. So tiring. Hope i could have a good sleep yesterday but in the end didn't. So its kinda shitty. Just pray that next year drill camp will be better. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pe is kinda like sucky today oo. Charles chow ruined our recess totally. Didn't eat much&amp;nbsp;so ended up having headache. Yes, AGAIN. I'm sick and tired of it already. W-H-YYYYYY. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay kayz. Bb. Haven't finish my homework haha. Goodluck peeps for the common tests next week. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873390783948492600-2279316037462683899?l=thatpartof-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/feeds/2279316037462683899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/02/truth-is-you-dont-learn-much-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/2279316037462683899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/2279316037462683899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/02/truth-is-you-dont-learn-much-from.html' title='&quot;The truth is, you don’t learn much from winning, but losing can make you a lot stronger.&quot;'/><author><name>Jean Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00406785797886185153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRh1UAUeMwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/U0BBs26sFgI/S220/Jean%2B-%2B10..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873390783948492600.post-2247173165995902401</id><published>2011-02-04T13:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T15:37:52.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Happy chinese new year!"</title><content type='html'>Hey peeps! Happy chinese new year! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so. Now currently at home waiting for relatives to come. ^^ Haha, didn't manage to complete phy + eng homework before cny. Tsk. Nvm, shall do them all tmrw then. Haha, right right! Shall enjoy my cny first! :P Thinking about the coming drill camp next friday, totally lor. No mood liaoz. Haha. I hate camps totally lor. Esp this kind of drill camps. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohya. And cheerup oyt. I don't know if you'll be seeing this post of mine or not. Although i didn't really know why you're so angry and upset and all those, but still cheerup kay. I want my happy bestfriend back. Cheerup! Anything can call me or msn me kay. Although i know i can't rlly cheer you up. Hah, but at least i'll be your listening ear. And you still have xuanny, ling and me de right! We'll always be here for you. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay erm. Short post for today. Bye bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873390783948492600-2247173165995902401?l=thatpartof-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/feeds/2247173165995902401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/2247173165995902401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/2247173165995902401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='&quot;Happy chinese new year!&quot;'/><author><name>Jean Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00406785797886185153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRh1UAUeMwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/U0BBs26sFgI/S220/Jean%2B-%2B10..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873390783948492600.post-3859349825660482221</id><published>2011-01-29T22:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T22:11:08.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The best thing about a picture is that it never changes, even when the people in it do.</title><content type='html'>Hello readers! Haha, sorry for the mia. Lazy to post plus&amp;nbsp;nothing much to post about. Well, i guess it's not really that there's&amp;nbsp;nothing much to post about, becos many stuffs happened recently, and there's like so much so much&amp;nbsp;to blog. Tsk. :X Okay, shall not let my stalker (you-know-who-are-you-right)&amp;nbsp;keep complaining that i've not been posting and&amp;nbsp;wait for my post for very long. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from camp yesterday. I guess the camp was pretty nice overall lah. ;) Haha, not bad not bad&amp;nbsp;i can say. LOL! I'm starting to miss the trainers and all those cheers that we had done during camp&amp;nbsp;already lor! Campfire is nice! Really enjoyed the camp with ling, bestfriend, xuanny, fana, sha, mai and friends! Ohya, and not forgetting wo ai de xiaotong of cos, who is always there cheering me up when i felt sad or anything. Xie xie for everything lah kay! Ai ni lah ai ni lah! See you tmrw!!! :* Everything was great, but not the mud that made my shoe so dirty. Haha, okay lah. I know ppl out there is going to say that i'm some fellow that can't stand abit of dirty or whatever. LOL. I'm not kay. At least i came back home with two stinky&amp;nbsp;pair of shoes that once stucked in the dirty puddle of mud. And that is so so so smelly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lah, shall stop here. Gtg study for&amp;nbsp;tests on both monday and tuesday. So sian right. *sighs* Goodluck and happy new year guys. I wished early cos i know the next time i'm going to post would be damn long again. Tsk. LOL LOL! Bai bai le. Ohya, i miss gb. No, i mean i miss saturdays with xiaotong and fion. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873390783948492600-3859349825660482221?l=thatpartof-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3859349825660482221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/01/best-thing-about-picture-is-that-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/3859349825660482221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/3859349825660482221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/01/best-thing-about-picture-is-that-it.html' title='The best thing about a picture is that it never changes, even when the people in it do.'/><author><name>Jean Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00406785797886185153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRh1UAUeMwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/U0BBs26sFgI/S220/Jean%2B-%2B10..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873390783948492600.post-979115890465120155</id><published>2011-01-16T20:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T20:55:08.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is the most playful element because it lengthens the minutes when you wait and rushes the hours when you enjoy the moments.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hello i'm back! Yes, finally i'm blogging!!! This will be a wordy post becos i don't have pictures with me. Ohya. Firstly, happy new year everyone! Haha, sorry for the late wish. It has been like so long since i ever blogged lor. Tsk. Right right? The last post i blogged is like last year? :X I know Ong Yan Ting is going to call me a lazy pig or whatever lah, haha. And hor, i not liar lah kay. I very good de, where got bad! I updated kay! Okay lah, shall start posting. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Secondary2 is gonna be a busy year. Have been staying back everyday for the past 2weeks. Tired max. And i haven't had any good sleep since school started. Alot of camps are coming up, level camp and cca camps. I almost can't breathe lor. Hope that this year will just be a better year. Like seriously. I don't think my target of B3 and B4 will be achieved for Phy/Chem and Geog.. Although i'm like sitting right infront with Ling in class, but i still don't get what the teachers are talking about. They just make me to become more confused. Aiya nvm. No matter what. Have to work really hard this year! Wish me luck kay. Hope i will breathe properly. LOL LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But everything have been quite smoothly since school started. And thats pretty good, haha. Ohya. Suddenly remembered. Happy belated birthday Sasha! Hope you like my card. LOL! Hmm. Alot of stuffs happened in school lah. But can't really remember. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ohya. Before i end my post, i know Tay Xiao Tong will be reading this. And yes. Tay Xiao Tong, cheerup kay. Don't everytime so sad de. I wrote in my 2011 dedications that i want you to be more kai xin this year de leh! You never read that part is it! Haha, don't sad le lah. Smile kay! You very pretty when you smile. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Alright. Have to go now! Need to study for tmrw's zuo wen test. Haha, will be back to blog with pictures next time! Kay, bai bai! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873390783948492600-979115890465120155?l=thatpartof-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/feeds/979115890465120155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/01/time-is-most-playful-element-because-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/979115890465120155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/979115890465120155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2011/01/time-is-most-playful-element-because-it.html' title='Time is the most playful element because it lengthens the minutes when you wait and rushes the hours when you enjoy the moments.'/><author><name>Jean Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00406785797886185153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRh1UAUeMwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/U0BBs26sFgI/S220/Jean%2B-%2B10..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873390783948492600.post-5278502097290128061</id><published>2010-12-31T11:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T11:30:09.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 dedications!</title><content type='html'>Hello peoples! Since both Ong Yan Ting and Tay Xiao Tong had written their 2010 dedications, what do you think? Of cos i'm going to do it too! ;) Writing dedications to some of my great friends! Haha, if you're up here, feel hornoured manz! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONG YAN TING!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRiJdKcQtoI/AAAAAAAAAMM/cjZSaWYfDlI/s1600/18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRiJdKcQtoI/AAAAAAAAAMM/cjZSaWYfDlI/s640/18.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Bestfriend! Haha, i really enjoy those times that i've spent with you in this holiday! You're forever so nice to me, -touched-. Your mama, papa, grandma, korkor are all very nice and friendly ppl! You always make me laugh like a siaoginah when i go your house everytime, lol! And i love those gossipping sessions we've shared this year too, talking about &lt;em&gt;you-know-who&lt;/em&gt; and stuffs like that! I know you're a very reliable and trustable friend whom i can tell my secrets to, cos i know you won't tell others about it. Right right! Yeah! I very likey to camwhore with you alot alot too! Although i'm always doing the same old pose and i don't look nice in photos. :X Hahaha, xie xie ni for the christmas prezzie! I bet i'll love them alot! I think this is the best christmas prezzie i've ever received this year lor! Ai si ni le bestfriend! :* Tag me when you see this! I keep tagging you you never tag me hor hor hor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAY XIAO TONG!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRBWE7kITjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ZQzXalSdNAM/s1600/7..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRBWE7kITjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ZQzXalSdNAM/s640/7..jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Tong! Thanks for those breakfast times that we had tgt! I love them! Although i'm always the one that turns out late and need to let you wait for me like for another 10 or so mins. Sorry yeah. :X Although we only hang out during gb, but you're still my goodgoodgood greatgreatgreat friend okie! In 2011, kai xin yi dian!!! Yao hyper ye shi, but don't everytime torture me.. :P Just cheerup okie! Anything sad, can call me yup! Although i know i can't really cheer you up.. But at least i can be your listening ear, haha! Thanks for trusting me, telling me many of your secrets. Although nowadays, we didn't breakfast/lunch tgt much as before, cos you went to be with the ALIENS, but nvm.. Cos we would be seeing each other EVERYDAY next year right! Haha, excited big time can! Love you much much also. ;) You also! Tag me when you see this plz, my stalker!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FION LIM!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRxrxIG6SJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/_ftqSWt7IC0/s1600/Fion..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRxrxIG6SJI/AAAAAAAAAMw/_ftqSWt7IC0/s640/Fion..jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Fi-onnnnn! Haha, i like to call you like this! Stop calling me baichi/bendan plz! Cos i'm not baichi. You then heichi, haha! Hmm okay, just wanted to tell you that i really enjoy those times i had with you during gb. Thanks for trusting me and telling me your secrets and all that. Tay Xiao Tong + Me + You should be the best girls in gb okie! As what Tay Xiao Tong have said, hehehe. We should go more Mos Burger and sometimes to Mac in the future okie okie!!! You're really a great friend! I don't think you would be reading this, but still thank you for being my friend, and being by my side those times when the Tay Xiao Tong is not with me. :'( Haha, still thank you! I hope we could be in the same squad next year again! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LEE SI LING!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRxqrPIL1ZI/AAAAAAAAAMs/_UOr1NudSmE/s1600/Sl..bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRxqrPIL1ZI/AAAAAAAAAMs/_UOr1NudSmE/s640/Sl..bmp" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRxqrPIL1ZI/AAAAAAAAAMs/_UOr1NudSmE/s1600/Sl..bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lingling! Thanks for being my friend and standing my side last time when i quarelled with the you-know-who. If not i would have been a loner or whatever la, haha. And i love those gossipping sessions i had with you! And remember that time, when we keep like sending each other texts to vent our frustrations out to scold the you-know-who? Haha, i know you still remember! Ohya, and remember that time when we both didn't want to go home, so we both bought bbt and went to your house downstairs the playground and gossip about the you-know-who?! Haha, i know you still remember! Lol lol, i'm like some siaoginah talking to myself. Okay nvm hmm, i don't know if you would be reading this.. But still, thank you for everything! Catch up when school reopens kay! We shall still be the good friends, best friends next year okie. ^^ Tag me when you'll be seeing this too. Haha, don't know if you'll or not. :X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873390783948492600-5278502097290128061?l=thatpartof-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5278502097290128061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010-dedications.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/5278502097290128061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/5278502097290128061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010-dedications.html' title='2010 dedications!'/><author><name>Jean Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00406785797886185153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRh1UAUeMwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/U0BBs26sFgI/S220/Jean%2B-%2B10..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRiJdKcQtoI/AAAAAAAAAMM/cjZSaWYfDlI/s72-c/18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873390783948492600.post-8778446950904030017</id><published>2010-12-27T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T20:42:56.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bestfriend ftw!</title><content type='html'>Okay, everyone i'm back to post! Haha, i know it has been like nearly a week since i ever posted.. I busy plus lazy wat! :P Okay, so i'm posting very very very slowwwlyyy. Bestfriend is getting impatient, okay okay, shall start my proper post now! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRiBKYaE2YI/AAAAAAAAAK4/pqcbqJdwA2k/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRiBKYaE2YI/AAAAAAAAAK4/pqcbqJdwA2k/s640/1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i woke up in the morning only after she texted me. Was quite lazy and wanted to sleep more though, but need to wake up and off to her house for homework,&amp;nbsp;without my breakfast.&amp;nbsp;:( Hahaha, but had lunchlunch at her house lei! Super nice! Ichiban!&amp;nbsp;(Y) Lol, okay continue. Hmm, watched teevee too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRiEIYyDa3I/AAAAAAAAAK8/_ePORr1Bw2A/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRiEIYyDa3I/AAAAAAAAAK8/_ePORr1Bw2A/s640/2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did homework. But was quite lazy, so we didn't completed much. But still got do some okay! We good girls wat. ^^ Hmm,&amp;nbsp;i don't think Ong Yan Ting got do much at all lor. She down there listening to her songs and surfing the net only lor.. Then i good girl at&amp;nbsp;there do homework!&amp;nbsp;Haha, okay la, later she mad when she sees&amp;nbsp;this.&amp;nbsp;She at least got do abitbit. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRiFOC_ZOuI/AAAAAAAAALA/yzhvQDF9XaI/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRiFOC_ZOuI/AAAAAAAAALA/yzhvQDF9XaI/s640/3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post will be filled with pictures of my face. Haha, so sorry and too bad if you can't bear with it. Bestfriend's fringe super cute lor! Haha! :) We did blogshops stuffs too. Then i went around 5plus. Went to library to return books. Then borrowed again. Stupid lor, why cannot extend the due date sia. S: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRiGmvpHwYI/AAAAAAAAALE/lFIQc-NjLCU/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRiGmvpHwYI/AAAAAAAAALE/lFIQc-NjLCU/s640/4.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ong Yan Ting! I know you upload very fast la. Hahaha, deng yi xia ma. I xi shen my dinner time for this post man! Haha, okay, my stomach is growling le. School is starting very soon! And i haven't even completed my book reviews! Actually completed them alrdy, but didn't follow the structure of the book review only. Stupid right! Walao, waste my time you know! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRiHU3YviZI/AAAAAAAAALI/FsvE7ZlBhfc/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRiHU3YviZI/AAAAAAAAALI/FsvE7ZlBhfc/s640/5.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to really finish them le! Ong Yan Ting! Jio me for homework at your house again okay! Haha, cos i don't like to do homework at home.. LOL. Hmm, okay, that impatient girl keep blowing me if i have finish my post or not. I finish le!!! Ahh! My dinner! 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CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRBV83KkQfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/xGtZmmNp5jA/s1600/3..jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRBV83KkQfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/xGtZmmNp5jA/s640/3..jpg" width="640" height="480" n4="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from camp! ^^ Like finally can! Have been waiting for this day manz, seriously! The camp was totally way too.. A-W-E-S-O-M-E ALREADY. This is the best camp i've ever had lor.. The very, very, very best one. Agree Tay Xiao Tong? Right right!HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator" align="left"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRBV7KxjgpI/AAAAAAAAAJU/9m6hPVBo8XM/s1600/1..jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRBV7KxjgpI/AAAAAAAAAJU/9m6hPVBo8XM/s640/1..jpg" width="640" height="480" n4="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;Okie, this will be a very long post! With pictures la, okay. If not damn wordy. I'm posting here cos i don't wanna to loose to Tay Xiao Tong. LOL! Cos she posted a super longgggg post too. Hahahahahahaha, so rare de lor! And also cos she told me to post so i post wat. Kay kay kay, i shall start my post! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRBV7-7r2bI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ZnWlmFCrC7w/s1600/2..jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRBV7-7r2bI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ZnWlmFCrC7w/s640/2..jpg" width="640" height="480" n4="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;Woke up early, cos i didn't want to be late meeting Tay Xiao Tong and Berlinda Tan @Mac for breakfast. So got up early, prepared everything, bused to Gekpoh, reached Mac @6.30. Early right! Hahahaha, i know i know. :) Waited for them for like so longggggggggg lor. Should have brought my handphone with me! Then at least can contact them. Was like so malu manz, walking up and down Mac. Then then, they didn't reach, so i went to Oyt's house put my English worksheet @her letter box first. Then, i thought Tong was going to put her Hmt worksheet into her letter box too, so waited for them again at the bus stop there. Then then, waited for around15mins, they still didn't reach ley! I thought i was like seriously late or smth, and they could have left Mac. Hmm, then walked to school, and saw them alrdy at the foyer there. PLEASE LOL @ME. Kay la, i think it's kinda my fault cos i didn't hear them saying that they're going to meet me at Pioneer Mall's Mac and not Gekpoh's. :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRBWCleY3gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/s3iLqlp9mLU/s1600/4..bmp" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRBWCleY3gI/AAAAAAAAAJg/s3iLqlp9mLU/s640/4..bmp" width="640" height="480" n4="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;Hmm, nvm. Then started the camp with some icebreaker games, etc. Then bused to Fort Canning and National Museum after that for some activities they've prepared for us. Lunch @Fort Canning. And thats the only meal, that i finished everything. Yes, its becos i'm hungry wat. :P I'm not wasting food here kay! :) Its just that sometimes the food is too much. LOL. Then after we returned to school from Fort Canning and National Museum, played some team building games. Was kinda sad cos like being separated from my dearest Tay Xiao Tong. ): We slept different dorms, we're in different squads, everything. :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRBWDR2B_LI/AAAAAAAAAJk/vBsbIY6k8z0/s640/5..jpg" width="640" height="480" n4="true" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha, but luckily i still have one good friend with me! My that good friend loves Justin Bieber. LOL. And always never fail to make me laugh with her. And she always call me bai chi one lor. HAHAHAHA. And that is.. F-I-O-N! ;) Hahahaha, got to know her more thru the camp cos we were in the same squad. If not like everytime, Tong + Ber + Her + Me Mos-burger tgt, we both were like kinda awkward and didn't really talk to each other cos didn't really know each other well and had nothing to talk to. Hehe, and you know what? She's in the same primary school with me as well! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRCBL0dJBEI/AAAAAAAAAKM/dCE44RcGdxE/s1600/6..jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRCBL0dJBEI/AAAAAAAAAKM/dCE44RcGdxE/s640/6..jpg" width="640" height="480" n4="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me and Tong only gets to talk to each other when we were on the bus to trips outside school. Only 4times ba, i guess. But nevertheless, we're still as close. :) I like her cos she never forgets her friends even if she have thousands of other good friends around her. She is always the one that encourages, helps and cares for her friends. I like every breakfast times we had tgt. I know Tay Xiao Tong would be reading this, cos she stalks me. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRBWE7kITjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ZQzXalSdNAM/s1600/7..jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRBWE7kITjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ZQzXalSdNAM/s640/7..jpg" width="640" height="480" n4="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Okie, continue. Hmm. After the games, we went to bathe &amp;gt; worship + devotion &amp;gt; played games &amp;gt; had supper &amp;gt; did reflections, then finally.. LIGHTS OUT! Hahahahaha, i was really tired, so i slept at around 11.45, i guess. The first night was really bad, with the floor so hard and the fan running at a very high speed. Woke up several times, and i guess Fion didn't slept well too, cos i knew we both woke up and talked and went to sleep until the next morning. LOL. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRB8N9qKEjI/AAAAAAAAAKI/-0PTCJtS1eY/s1600/9..jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRB8N9qKEjI/AAAAAAAAAKI/-0PTCJtS1eY/s640/9..jpg" width="640" height="480" n4="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;Woke up on time. Yayyyyy. :) Had PT first. Then breakfast. After that, went to trekking @Bukit Timah Hill! Hahahaha, was really awesome although its abit scary and tiring. The slope is really steep, and needed alot of strength to climb up. Hahaha, i no strength liao manz. &amp;gt;&amp;lt; The stupid stairs almost killed me. LOL. Then reached the top and took pictures, then rest awhile before trekking down. Trekking down is so much better and less tiring. While we're trekking down, played some games along the way. (Y)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRBWF--n-OI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Aoa2ITCMw3Y/s1600/8..jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRBWF--n-OI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Aoa2ITCMw3Y/s640/8..jpg" width="640" height="480" n4="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;Then finished trekking, came back to school for some workshop stuffs. Haha, it is quite fun too actually. Knew alot after the workshop. :)﻿ After the workshop, celebrated for Christmas by playing some games. Totally sian diao so didn't won anything for squad. Sorry! Tsk. Then, went to Jurongpoint for Christmas Celebrations II! Hahaha, it was equally fun too. But then very tiring. It is like wasting money manz. LOL. But overall fun la. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRBvyUcL6cI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Hzm5NRWQhJ8/s1600/10..jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRBvyUcL6cI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Hzm5NRWQhJ8/s640/10..jpg" width="640" height="480" n4="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;Then the game ended around 7 ba. Can't remember cos i've bad memory. LOL. Then bused 199 back to school, then did drills, bathe, NIGHT WALK! Very very cool lor. Its the first time i'm experiencing this. Hahahahaha! Hmm, its quite scary, cos travelling around the school at night, with like a little light only, and its like so so so cold man. Hahahahahaha! :) Lights out at around 12plus. Slept well on that night, cos seriously very tired. :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRBvzqHjg8I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/PK7nzj3BWmY/s1600/11..jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRBvzqHjg8I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/PK7nzj3BWmY/s640/11..jpg" width="640" height="480" n4="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 3!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Woke up at 7, then keep on sleeping, cos really very tired, but still have to wake up. Then did PT, had breakfast, then went to Pertapis Children's Home! Had fun with them. Well, not exactly fun la.. But then.. Yeah.. Although everyone is kinda like sian and upset, but i think that this is a very good experience ba. The children there also very ke lian like that. Being abused by their own parents. Haiish. Then bused back to school, did area cleaning, and before breaking camp, played a game and bid farewell to Ms Lee who is leaving. So sad luh. )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRBv0V1aNWI/AAAAAAAAAKA/373gk3BI4fg/s1600/12..jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRBv0V1aNWI/AAAAAAAAAKA/373gk3BI4fg/s640/12..jpg" width="640" height="480" n4="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;Okie, after the farewell party, took cab to Jurongpoint, then walked to Angel's house. Her house was so damn beautiful can! I envy alot alot! Thanks for the dinner! Haha, your mum's cooking skills is really nice can or not! Xie xie ni! :) Reached home at around 8.50. Okie, shall stop here now. This post is killing me. Tay Xiao Tong, you good. LOL. Oh ya, Ong Yan Ting, we shall be happy-go-lucky girls from now on. Leave those unhappy stuffs aside and enjoy your Christmas with Xuanny! Kay shall post until here, bai bai peoples! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"&gt;Huh, friends? What is this? If this is what you meant by friends, then i rather don't be your friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873390783948492600-7518262537345860315?l=thatpartof-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7518262537345860315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2010/12/back-from-camp-like-finally-can-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/7518262537345860315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/7518262537345860315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2010/12/back-from-camp-like-finally-can-have.html' title='There comes a point in your life when you realize who really matters, who never did, and who always will.'/><author><name>Jean Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00406785797886185153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRh1UAUeMwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/U0BBs26sFgI/S220/Jean%2B-%2B10..jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRBV83KkQfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/xGtZmmNp5jA/s72-c/3..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873390783948492600.post-7617797433763284297</id><published>2010-12-16T23:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T23:51:41.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can never change what happened yesterday, but today you have all possibilities in your hand.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TQoqAoTM3RI/AAAAAAAAAHo/7dQWVb7TEpk/s400/1..jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿YES, I'M FINALLY BACK WITH PICTURES!!! Okie. Morning went out to meet ppl for blogshop. Then bused to Oyt's house. I treat her bbt ley! Good friend or not? Hehehehe, i very good friend lai de lor.&amp;nbsp;Right right? :P&amp;nbsp;Thanks to her lo, if not i would be rotting at home as usual. Hahahahahahaha! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TQoqB701uVI/AAAAAAAAAHs/2OrkBfoKm1w/s1600/2..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TQoqB701uVI/AAAAAAAAAHs/2OrkBfoKm1w/s400/2..jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hmm. Actually, i fogotten what we did. Cos i have stm too, sorry.&amp;nbsp;*Hi-5 Oyt* Anyway. I think bestfriend is busy watching her videos and singing her favourite&amp;nbsp;songs while i'm doing pixel beads.&amp;nbsp;Hahahaha! Good girl right i know~ Ohya. And not forgetting Sasha. She sleeping very sweetly under Oyt's&amp;nbsp;chair and beside the fan. LOL.&amp;nbsp;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TQoqCvhuRQI/AAAAAAAAAHw/_sp6ydNVciI/s1600/3..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TQoqCvhuRQI/AAAAAAAAAHw/_sp6ydNVciI/s400/3..jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Took a few pictures. Then do pixel beads yi xia. After that around 5, Oyt went to bathe. She bad lor she. Her lappy okay alrdy then see see! Say i slow ley!!! I sad sia. See! Now 11.39pm she send me a words: s-l-o-w. I sad manz. Kay i better hurry up. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TQoqDSesoyI/AAAAAAAAAH0/lC0F6dSElTU/s1600/4..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TQoqDSesoyI/AAAAAAAAAH0/lC0F6dSElTU/s400/4..jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So yes. She went to bathe and i played my favourite tap tap! Hahaha, i miss you tap tap. It has been weeks since i ever played tap tap. Haiish. I know. Too bad too sad. Yes Oyt!!! I'm super addicted to it. Haha, i love tap tap wat. Bo bian. Who tell you to introduce to me tap tap. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TQoqD1gL-JI/AAAAAAAAAH4/rWouMv6PVko/s1600/5..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TQoqD1gL-JI/AAAAAAAAAH4/rWouMv6PVko/s400/5..jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes i love the above picture kay! Hahahahahaha. ^^ Oyt good. I know her lappy fast lor! Her lappy fast make until my com slowwwww. Not slowwwww, is very slowwwww! I know you win me liao. You good. ): Kay la, i better be fast. If not later she say i'm slow again. Hahahahahahaha! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TQoqEshHyQI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Gnqbu6KGIyY/s1600/6..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TQoqEshHyQI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Gnqbu6KGIyY/s400/6..jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ah. Shit. I haven't prepared stuffs for my camp yet! Okie okie, bai bai, i go pack liao. Eh. My boots!I forgot to polish my boots for tmrw's cca too. Okie okie, really bai bai liao. 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LOL! I never update cos hor, i good girl stay at home do homework ley! -shy-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hmm, went to watch Narnia with Tong and new church friends? Haha, quite nice la. But Tong say not nice. :O Okay-okay la. Is only like the last part not nice. The lion roar like siao, hahaha. Thanks daddy for letting me out. I know you kinda shen qi, sorry yep. And xie xie ni alot for extending my curfew lor! (: Was like very very tired by the time the movie ended. Then Tong took mrt home while i took the bus. Lonely right? Haiish. Tong lor, pao qi wo. Haha, i know she's gonna whack me when she sees this. Kay la, wo kidding only, hahahahahaha! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mass meetup day! Woke up only like 1130. Prepared everything and bused to Oyt's house there. Thought i was going to be late, and told her to come down. But when the bus reached the interchage it's like so early lor! Nvm la, better be early than be late right! Haha, so yes! I broke the record! Ahahahahaha, i'm the earliest. Hehehehe, cool man. Okie, finish meeting ppl like around 4 alrdy. Mrt-ed back to Boonlay, bused to Oyt's house to give her stuffs. Reach home around 7.30 ba. Haha, good girl jiu shi good girl. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Had drill prac today. Kay, two words to describe - VERY TIRING. Cos we were all like very long didn't have drill prac, very long didn't wear boots alrdy. But i survived! (: Hahahahahaha! Bought bbt and went home with Tong and Ber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay. Sorry no photos for today. Hmm, at least now i know that Tay Xiao Tong bothers to read my post. Haha, love you la. Oops i forgotten all about my dinner! Kay, bye! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873390783948492600-8301462477826508658?l=thatpartof-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8301462477826508658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2010/12/one-of-hardest-things-in-life-is-having.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/8301462477826508658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/8301462477826508658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2010/12/one-of-hardest-things-in-life-is-having.html' title='One of the hardest things in life is having words in your heart that you can’t utter.'/><author><name>Jean Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00406785797886185153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRh1UAUeMwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/U0BBs26sFgI/S220/Jean%2B-%2B10..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873390783948492600.post-6977192615610129584</id><published>2010-12-06T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T22:11:08.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No one can go back and make a brand new start, but everyone can start from now and make a brand new end.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kay i'm finally back to update alrdy! (: TAY XIAO TONG, DON'T SAY I BAD GIRL NEVER UPDATE COS I UPDATE LIAO HAHAHAHAHA~ So basically, i never update cos korkor keep using the computer for Twitter!!! Walao damn bad sial. :/ Twit all day long! Herh i don't lend you my stuffs liao uh! &gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hehehehehe but now i update liao right! ^^ Cos he go work. YAY. Kay i know i shall stop my craps and start posting. But too bad, i forgotten what happened. Just gonna elaborate roughly uh. Dui bu qi. Tsk, i've superrr bad memory. But this post will be full of photos! (: Can't stand my face? Too bad and so sorry. ROFLOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So yes, i promised the pictures that was taken @Ling's house to be up. And they're finally up! Hehehehehe. Kay shall let the pictures elaborate on what happened that day. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/1-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;MY TWO AWESOME FRIENDS. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/2-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/3-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/4-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kay. I think i remembered what happened. Hm, morning met with Oyt @Ling's house opp. de bus stop. Haha sorry Oyt for keeping you waiting until you got mosquito bites on your pretty skin. o: Ling came down too. Then we three go up to her house tgt. (: Then used computer, played with hamster. After that went to Gekpoh to buy cardboard and fries. Then went to playground to eat fries and take photos. Take le, then went up to her house again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/5-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/6-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;See? Actually Oyt wanted to pillowfight with Ling. But in the end i don't think thats a pillowfight lor! As what i've said, i think its more like a ticklingfight or what. Cos Oyt ended up tickling Ling! LOL LOL. I'm the camerawoman. (Y) Luckily i didn't participate! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. :P TongTong came over around 3 when we're watching tv. Should be teaching Oyt happy birthday, but ended up Oyt don't want to learn alrdy. So didn't learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;See? This is the little szb that plays the piano until like that. LOL! Yes, THAT IS MY DEAR FRIEND OYT HEARTBREAKER. Muhahahahaha i don't know how come she suddenly knows piano and even played VERY VERY VERY WELL...... Agree Ling and TongTong? Hahahahahaha! No luh. Actually i know thats the part where the music will play on its own. Bu yao pian wo kay! I KNOW DE, MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Kay then went home around 4plus with TongTong and Oyt continued to stay until 5. Other photos @Facebook luh. Sorry i too lazy upload. x:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Oyt's house and did cupcakes in the morning! Alot of them! Very pretty hehehehehe! Thank you Oyt's mummy for helping us! (: Oyt so good life uh, sleep until so late. LOL! She only woke up when Ling called her and told her that we outside of her house alrdy. Hahahahaha cute man. Her mummy bought us to Shengsiong to buy stuffs for next day's party @Chevrons. Played with Sasha awhile, then hsh with Ling. Thank you Ling for your 60cents. Hahahahahaha if not for that 60cents i think i wouldn't be able to go home alrdy. Was all wet, but thank you still. LOL! I'm so courteous right! $:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalet @Chevrons! FINALLY~~~ Everyone has been waiting for this day to arrive. Hehehehehe right right! Happy belated birthday Fa-na! (: Met up with Ling @7-11, then went to Oyt's house tgt. Prepared everything alrdy then took Oyt daddy's car to chalet. Thank you Uncle. (: Hahahaha see i'm forever so ke qi one. Shy~ Kay continue. Hmm, reached alrdy, waited for her cousin to check in. Then yup, went to chalet and watched tv. After that bowling! YAY. Sorry i know its getting boring reading such a wordy post. Pictures are below. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/1-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/2-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/3-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/4-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/5-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/6-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thank you Terence for letting us use your lappy. Hahahahahahaha. Took these photos using his lappy with Oyt. We clever right! Haha kay continue. My com is lagging. Post too much photos i guess. LOL LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/7-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/8-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/9-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/10-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/11-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/12-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/13-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/22.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/23.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning woke up early, left home to breakfast with TongTong! Hahahahahaha. Then after that went to guitar lesson. Then Jurongpoint-ed with Tong and Mam Mindy. Okay i wanted to eat pepperlunch at first. But then reached there, Tong don't want pei me eat. Hm then bought my dessert! Hehehe i luv the snowman on top kay. Very cute. After that went to Popular buy stuffs for Gb, then Mam Mindy left and i went to Tong's house. Tong's didi very cute. Hahahahahahahaha. Then went home at 5. Can't find my way out. LOL. But in the end went the long way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay. Bye bye. Shall end my post here. Thank you for reading until here. LOL. Don't think anyone would be reading until here bah. x: Ahh. I haven't eat my dinner! LOL! Bye~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873390783948492600-6977192615610129584?l=thatpartof-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6977192615610129584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2010/12/sometimes-things-dont-turn-out-what.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/6977192615610129584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/6977192615610129584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2010/12/sometimes-things-dont-turn-out-what.html' title='No one can go back and make a brand new start, but everyone can start from now and make a brand new end.'/><author><name>Jean Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00406785797886185153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRh1UAUeMwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/U0BBs26sFgI/S220/Jean%2B-%2B10..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873390783948492600.post-7259907247517729039</id><published>2010-12-01T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T10:54:02.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"If you want things to be different, perhaps the answer is to become different yourself."</title><content type='html'>Hi hi hi hi hi. Kay i'm back to update. (: So November is coming to an end and December is coming. GREAT. Time really flieeessss~ And i haven't even touched a single bit of any holiday assignments. Tsk. :/ Lingling is already halfway through. Never wait for me uh uh! Haiish nvm. Gonna really start on them soon. I know i goodgirl luh. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt; - Oytheartbreaker and me went to Lingling's house. Took alotalot of photos. By which some were deleted by Oyt. ): Kay nvm continue. Then Oyt and Lingling pillow fight luh. I don't think thats pillow fight lor. :x More like some.. Uhm. Tickling fight. LOLOL! Ty Lingling for the lunch @your house. (: TongTong came around 3 i think. Then homed with TongTong around 4plus? Oyt don't want go home so early so she continue staying at Lingling's house. (: Photos @Facebook. I know you guys don't like to read such a wordy post of mine so i'm gonna upload some photos here. But don't know what happened to Facebook, taking forever to load. Nvm. Shall upload the photos again later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt; - Lingling and me went to Oytheartbreaker's house. Hahahaha the other way round. Kay so we met up and went there at 12. But Oyt has just woke up only. Hahahahahahaha. Then did muffins/cupcakes with her mummy. Fun luh. The muffins were awesome. ^^ Then went to SS with her mummy to buy some stuffs for tmrw. Then bought already, went up to her house again. Played with Sasha. Soli no photos. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay. So today going to chalet. But not going to overnight cos daddy don't let. ): Whatever laaa~ I don't like you daddy. :/ LOLOL. Nvm luh. Haiish. Kay shall end my post here. Bye bye. See you guys at chalet later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873390783948492600-7259907247517729039?l=thatpartof-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7259907247517729039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2010/11/if-you-want-things-to-be-different.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/7259907247517729039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/7259907247517729039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2010/11/if-you-want-things-to-be-different.html' title='&quot;If you want things to be different, perhaps the answer is to become different yourself.&quot;'/><author><name>Jean Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00406785797886185153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRh1UAUeMwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/U0BBs26sFgI/S220/Jean%2B-%2B10..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873390783948492600.post-2799852959002521231</id><published>2010-11-26T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T18:38:20.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Life isn't a disney movie, love isn't perfect."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kay. Back to post. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes yes yes, i didn't manage to go to Oyt heartbreaker's house today. Sad. Kay nvm.......... I SHALL GO ANOTHER DAY. (: So yep, i good girl stayed at home and used daddy's lappy hehehehehehehe. (Y) Then, went to exchange $$$$$ with mummy earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeee i'm leaving the country tmrw! ~~~ Hahahahahaha yes i'm excited. ^^ But only 2 days.. Sad..... But nvm! At least can go out hehehehe. Better than nothing. :P Kay. Miss me kay! I'll be back soon!!! $: Just kidding luh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Had fun yesterday with Oyt and Lingling! Watched Rapunzel &amp;amp; A Tangled Tale in 3D! Hahahahahahahahaha it's nice kay! Will upload photos up once Lingling gets them @Facebook. (: Wanted to go to Safra, but raining. Wanted to go to Lingling's house but her sister @home and small little TingTing say she will feel ps. Kay so we stayed @Jp. Home sweet home @6plus. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going chalet soon. Haiish. Don't feel like going. ): Kay nvm. Shall end my post here. Bb!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873390783948492600-2799852959002521231?l=thatpartof-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/feeds/2799852959002521231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-isnt-disney-movie-love-isnt.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/2799852959002521231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/2799852959002521231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-isnt-disney-movie-love-isnt.html' title='&quot;Life isn&apos;t a disney movie, love isn&apos;t perfect.&quot;'/><author><name>Jean Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00406785797886185153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRh1UAUeMwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/U0BBs26sFgI/S220/Jean%2B-%2B10..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873390783948492600.post-6313758443509866287</id><published>2010-11-23T08:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T09:23:39.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Without love, there are no dreams."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Kay. Back to post cos i promised Oyt heartbreaker to post yesterday. Hahahahaha, see i good girl too. (Y) Today's post will really be flooded with pictures if i post everything here.. But of cos don't want to do that. LOL!!! Just gonna upload some pretty ones here~ Others at Facebook. Sorry i lan duo upload, :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 507px; HEIGHT: 375px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/1-1.jpg" width="641" height="481" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Woke up at 7plus then went to bank with mummy to bank out $$. Then had breakfast and went home around 10plus. Then after that went to buy bbt for Oyt and her kor kor. I treated them kay. Now pok kai already. ): Then bused to her house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 507px; HEIGHT: 375px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/2-1.jpg" width="641" height="418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Went to use her kor kor's com and camwhored really alot. Took 50 over pictures yup? 78 i think. Hehehehehe. ^^ I like i like!!! Is totally a laughing session lor. We laughed really hard until we both cried kay. LOL. And Oyt was dancing and jumping around and she cannot stop laughing until she had a stomachache. Hahahahahahaha~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 507px; HEIGHT: 375px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/3-1.jpg" width="641" height="418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gone crazy yesterday after we took all those distorted photos with our faces in it. Lol!!! Really fun man~ We decided to stop at 3.30 i think, but continue taking for another 10mins or so cos we couldn't stop posing ourselves to make us funny in those photos.&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/?action=view&amp;amp;current=4-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 507px; HEIGHT: 375px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/4-1.jpg" width="641" height="418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then after that her kor kor came home, and we stopped camwhoring and did blogshop stuffs and got into serious mode. Kay then do, do, do. Then sing song and play tap tap many many many times. (: (: (: But i think there's something wrong with the feng shui at her house lor. Oyt keep winning me de. -envy-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/?action=view&amp;amp;current=5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 507px; HEIGHT: 375px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/5.jpg" width="641" height="418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kay nevermind.. Afterall she's a professional mah. :P I will beat you someday de kay kay! (: Lol. Just hope that the someday will really come trueee~ Aiya. Whatever lah. Kay err continue. Did blogshop stuffs until 5plus then went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/?action=view&amp;amp;current=6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 507px; HEIGHT: 375px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/6.jpg" width="641" height="418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Noticed i upload all the pretty ones or not? Lol lol!!! Is cos hor, i scared lah, nobody would want me after i post all my distorted photos with my super distorted face in it lor. Hahahahahaha. Whatever~ Oh ya. Save your comments to yourself. ^^ Oyt said formspring is good. Maybe putting up one lor. I'm not afraid of you kay, stupid spammer. Kay. Bye bye. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873390783948492600-6313758443509866287?l=thatpartof-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6313758443509866287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2010/11/without-love-there-are-no-dreams.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/6313758443509866287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/6313758443509866287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2010/11/without-love-there-are-no-dreams.html' title='&quot;Without love, there are no dreams.&quot;'/><author><name>Jean Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00406785797886185153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRh1UAUeMwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/U0BBs26sFgI/S220/Jean%2B-%2B10..jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873390783948492600.post-68862960239801407</id><published>2010-11-20T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T19:20:32.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"If I could reach up and hold a star for every time you've made me smile, the entire evening sky would be in the palm of my hand."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hi readers. Kay i'm back. Chosen not to care those stupid coward spammers. (: And to those stupid spammers out there that have been going around and spamming other ppl's blog, please get a life and scram off. Even if you want to spam please at least put your name down like what i've said. Spamming even without a name is like you go down to bugis street or orchard road or any other places without even wearing a simple piece of clothes. Get a life and mind your own business. If you dont like what we've said or done or whatever shit, please really scram off far far. And if you're the spammer out there reading this and who have been going around and spamming other ppl's blog, seriously think again. Ppl can sue you for spamming their blog and using vulgar on the internet. It wont gain you any benefit for spamming other ppl's blog seriously lor. So why spam? It will only make you look like a coward hiding behind the computer screen and you're just making a fool out of yourself. All the things that you've said to us only reflects on you. Scolding all those vulgarities on other ppl only reflects that you're some insensible little kid that have no education at all. I don't think any of the ppl out there that have been spammed by you give a damn to you. You comment on other ppl, but why not comment on yourself first? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Just some stupid spammer. Kay kay continue. (: Oyt's blog have been spammed too lor. Well i guess there're the same person. Where got so coincidence one lor. LOL. Kay don't care about the spammer anymore. Continue continue. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So basically i woke up at super early 6.30 in the morning today for gb. Didn't pack bag earlier on the previous night cos brother took my shoe bag lol. Then ate breakfast and left home to take bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Bused to interchange, change bus then bused to church. Saw Wq and we went to the church tgt. Same programs lined up as usual. Then forget to bring badge. Then ma'am called me out. Ask why. Blah blah. Then of course kenna scolded. x: But later i realised i did bring but its in my bag. Kay i stm already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Got beading session ley!!! (L) Ended with no drills hahahahaha. Good job girls. (Y) Acutally no lah is because we went for the beading class then bead very slowwwww. Not i slow kay! :P Then finish meeting then bused to Jp and Mos-burgered with XiaoTong, Ber and Fion. After that Fion went home then XiaoTong, Ber and me went to arcade. Cos i dont want go home so early. I bad girl lol! Kay continue. Err. Then then jiu watched them play. I no play. Cos i good girl wat. Lol. Continue. Hmm. Then played finish and they trained back home while i bused back home. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Kay kay. Post till here. Next time post again. Bye bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873390783948492600-68862960239801407?l=thatpartof-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/feeds/68862960239801407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2010/11/hi-readers.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/68862960239801407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/68862960239801407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2010/11/hi-readers.html' title='&quot;If I could reach up and hold a star for every time you&apos;ve made me smile, the entire evening sky would be in the palm of my hand.&quot;'/><author><name>Jean Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00406785797886185153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRh1UAUeMwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/U0BBs26sFgI/S220/Jean%2B-%2B10..jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873390783948492600.post-8021046576182982306</id><published>2010-11-18T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T15:49:18.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you're not happy with me that's it. I dont need all your stupid comments kay. Please, who do you think you're to even critisize and scold me with all those vulgarities? Seriously, get a life and scram off my blog. Even if you want to scold me, please dont be such a stupid coward or computer warrior hiding behind the computer screen and scold. At least put your pretty name down and i'll take a look at how way more better you're than me. Zzz. -.- I know myself better than you do. You're just making a fool out of yourself, seriously. You can dislike me, hate me, or whatever shit, not happy just go away. No one ask you to comment anyway. You know who you are uh. Go away if you're not happy. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Not going to put up tagboard for the moment. Not because i'm afriad of the idiotic person uh. No mood to blog anyway. Kay, will come back another day. Bye bye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873390783948492600-8021046576182982306?l=thatpartof-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8021046576182982306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2010/11/if-youre-not-happy-with-me-thats-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/8021046576182982306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/8021046576182982306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2010/11/if-youre-not-happy-with-me-thats-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Jean Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00406785797886185153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRh1UAUeMwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/U0BBs26sFgI/S220/Jean%2B-%2B10..jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873390783948492600.post-8584102939807036477</id><published>2010-11-14T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T16:01:58.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes we must get hurt in order to grow, we must fall in order to know. Our vision clears only after our eyes are washed away with those tears.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 369px; HEIGHT: 278px" src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/Jean-7.jpg" width="441" height="277" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm back to post. Seriously nothing to do these few days. Stuck at home. ): HAHAHA. Okay nevermind..... At least i'm going out tomorrow to meet Oyt heartbreaker for blogshop stuffs and Tuesday for blogshop meetups!!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So okay. Yesterday went back to school for some Inter-UG Games Day? Whatever. Lol, waste my sleeping time only ley. Need so early to report de mehz. Somemore play captain's ball early in the morning. -Yawns- x: HAHAHA. Suan le lah. Anyway i had fun and knew one new friend from SJ. ^^ Then Games Day ended around 10+. Then Mos Burger-ed with Txt, Fion and Ber. Okay totally no mood because i'm already freaking tired ttm. Dont care lahz. Tsk. /: After that went home and sleeeepppp sleeeepppp. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay. Shall end here. Need sleep early cos meeting Oyt early!!! HEHEHE. Looking forward to bowling with Oyt they all on Thursday bahz. ^^ Bbbbbbbbbz!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873390783948492600-8584102939807036477?l=thatpartof-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8584102939807036477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2010/11/sometimes-we-must-get-hurt-in-order-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/8584102939807036477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/8584102939807036477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2010/11/sometimes-we-must-get-hurt-in-order-to.html' title='Sometimes we must get hurt in order to grow, we must fall in order to know. Our vision clears only after our eyes are washed away with those tears.'/><author><name>Jean Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00406785797886185153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRh1UAUeMwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/U0BBs26sFgI/S220/Jean%2B-%2B10..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873390783948492600.post-2591324812505665997</id><published>2010-11-11T16:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T17:02:44.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its bringing me down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hi readers. Back to post. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Went to Oyt heartbreaker's house yesterday. At first wanted to go there and do homework because i havent been touching any of them recently hehehe. But went there and did blogshop stuffs instead. HAHA. And yep end up didnt do any homework at all. I went there about 2plus i think. HAHAHA. And Lingling was already there long before. So yep i went there late. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy to post pictures though. Only took some cos Lingling's camera no battery i think. But got take some but i'm lazy to post. Okay nevermind i shall continue. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Then then did pixel beads stuffs. Oyt's mum and dad was friendly hehehe i like. Ling ling loves doing pixel beads stuffs! And she did many many awesome ones! (: Then went home at 5.30. Packed up and left. Bused with Lingling home. Bought bbt. I reached home at around 6plus i think. o:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Went breakfast with Tsf today. Hahaha thank you for the wonderful day at your house! Enjoyed myself with playing Audition! LOL LOL. Pepper lunch soon with Winnie alrights? ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Okay.......... So i should end here then. Bye bye! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873390783948492600-2591324812505665997?l=thatpartof-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/feeds/2591324812505665997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-is-maze-and-love-is-riddle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/2591324812505665997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/2591324812505665997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-is-maze-and-love-is-riddle.html' title='Its bringing me down.'/><author><name>Jean Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00406785797886185153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRh1UAUeMwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/U0BBs26sFgI/S220/Jean%2B-%2B10..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873390783948492600.post-8309034090733973461</id><published>2010-11-08T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T19:48:09.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hi readers! Okay back to post yup. (: Sorry late post.. Lazy mahz. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 426px; HEIGHT: 311px" src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/0811105.jpg" width="171" height="424" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left home at 11plus to meet blogshop people. Trained all the way to Cck with a stupid badminton racket lol. Its like so malu man HAHAHA. Okay nvm. Then trained back Boonlay, bused to Gekpoh and bused to Oyt's place. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 426px; HEIGHT: 311px" src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/0811104.jpg" width="171" height="424" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Played badminton a few rounds then guess what? My shoe spoiled! Yup spoiled. Wth man. Damn pathetic. )': Okay so stopped playing badminton. Then oyt and lsl wanted to buy bbt. Then raced to the lamp post see who is the slowest to reach. Okay its me lol. Sad right. Okay so i 'emo-ed'. HAHAHA. Then ended up didnt buy any bbt afterall. Sad much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 426px; HEIGHT: 311px" src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/0811102.jpg" width="171" height="424" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Then went up to Oyt's house. Did blogshop stuffs. Took pictures and video-ed. Played with Sasha. HAHAHA. Sasha good girl. I good girl also kk hehehe. $: Then went to use Oyt's com. We're bored so Oyt decided to show off her talent in tying of hair. There up there ^^^. HAHAHA. The professional~ LOL. Okay so i'm playing tap tap yep. HAHAHA TAP TAP I LOVE YOU! (L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 426px; HEIGHT: 311px" src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/0811101.jpg" width="171" height="424" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Okay so i'm posting very very very very very very the slow over here.......... And Oyt heartbreaker why you suddenly offline lol. You offline i dont feel like continuing..... LOL LOL. The walau girl you online leyyyyy. ): Hahaha i know you later blush when you see this. HAHA. Anyway i like the photo up there ^^^. Sasha so cute right? Indeed trueee~ Sasha cute good girl. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 426px; HEIGHT: 311px" src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/0811103.jpg" width="171" height="424" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Went to do mass meetup today. Urgh. Tired manz. ): Okay off to eat shall end here. Bb! Update another day again. Tag people! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873390783948492600-8309034090733973461?l=thatpartof-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8309034090733973461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2010/11/hi-readers-okay-back-to-post-yup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/8309034090733973461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/8309034090733973461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2010/11/hi-readers-okay-back-to-post-yup.html' title=''/><author><name>Jean Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00406785797886185153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRh1UAUeMwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/U0BBs26sFgI/S220/Jean%2B-%2B10..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873390783948492600.post-899456391381907192</id><published>2010-11-07T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T16:17:05.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't fall into the trap of pretending everything's fine when you know it isn't.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hey readers. I'm back to post. Sorry late post.......... Hahahahaha i lan duo.. :P Anyway Oyt also dragged 2 days for 2days so i'm not the only one hehe. I got see your blog one okay Oyt heartbreaker! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 396px; HEIGHT: 284px" src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/0411105.jpg" width="246" height="342" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Okay so post about class outing bah. (: Thanks mummy for allowing me to go. (: Only 14 people came.. But we still had alot alot of fun that day right! So i met Lingling up at sweetalk there first then went to take bus to boonlay. Sorry lingling for being late. x: The bus was slowwwwww. HAHAHA. Saw Xuanny at the bus stop waiting for 181 as well. o:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 396px; HEIGHT: 284px" src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/0411104.jpg" width="246" height="342" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p lign="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Bused to interchange and then trained back to Jookoon and all the way to Pasir ris. Was really a long 1hour trip so everyone was like listening to songs. Thanks you Lingling for letting me to hear your songs. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 332px; HEIGHT: 401px" src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/0411102.jpg" width="246" height="342" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Alighted then went to take bus to etp. And i no have blur lorrr Oyt heartbreaker. HEHEHE. ^^ And we alighted at the wrong bus stop. HAHAHA. Okay so we walked back to etp there. But when we reached it was closed lor wth. Then some people decided to go to www. But lingling say cannot because we didnt have swimming costumes with us. )':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 332px; HEIGHT: 401px" src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/0411103.jpg" width="246" height="342" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then suggested to go bowling. Had lunch at macdonalds first. And Miss Oyt ate finish her spicy mcwings very, very very slowwwwww. -shakes head- HAHA OPPS SORRY. :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 362px; HEIGHT: 332px" src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/0411106-1.jpg" width="308" height="456" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then some people didnt want to bowl so they went to play arcade i guess? End up only me Oyt Lingling Xuanny Umairah Sha Terence and Issac bowled. HAHA. Didnt know how to played and didnt want to bowl at first but then Lingling told me to try and have fun instead hehe. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 447px; HEIGHT: 348px" src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/0411107.jpg" width="308" height="456" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Didnt know how to bowl at first.......... But then see see, see up there. So yep Oyt taught me how to bowl hehehe. ^^ Not bad idea okay! I higher than you because you teach very good lorrr. How can not happy, you tell me. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 447px; HEIGHT: 348px" src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/0411101.jpg" width="308" height="456" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bowled for 5rounds. Got lao ah ma bowled way more better than us. HEHEHE. With alot of strike i think. Too pro already lol. o: Then packed up and left. Took shuttle bus to mrt station there then trained back to boonlay. Bought bbt and bused home. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just now went to register guitar course with Txt. HAHA. Thank you babe! Next year everyday can see you already ley! But dont talk about **** ***!!! &lt;strong&gt;AND I LOVE YOU LAH TXT! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873390783948492600-899456391381907192?l=thatpartof-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/feeds/899456391381907192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2010/11/dont-fall-into-trap-of-pretending.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/899456391381907192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/899456391381907192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2010/11/dont-fall-into-trap-of-pretending.html' title='Don&apos;t fall into the trap of pretending everything&apos;s fine when you know it isn&apos;t.'/><author><name>Jean Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00406785797886185153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRh1UAUeMwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/U0BBs26sFgI/S220/Jean%2B-%2B10..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873390783948492600.post-1759792579300649221</id><published>2010-11-02T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T15:46:14.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The higher you build the walls around your heart, the harder you fall when someone tears them down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hi peoples! Went to oyt's place with lingling and xuanny on monday! (: Sorry for the late post! x:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 335px; HEIGHT: 247px" src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/0111101.jpg" width="339" height="546" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So sorry lingling for making you wait for me for so longgg! Sorry sorry! Was late because i rushed to school in the morning when the office people called me and told me to come back school to take some forms. o_o Sorry babe! Brought badminton racket along and boarded the bus to meet lsl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 335px; HEIGHT: 271px" src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/0111109.jpg" width="320" height="396" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 335px; HEIGHT: 271px" src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/0111108.jpg" width="320" height="396" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Reached and then we headed for the badminton court. But then we realised that none of us brought a shuttlecock! o: HAHAHA. We found a cocacola bottle and used it as the shuttlecock but of course failed. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 335px; HEIGHT: 271px" src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/0111103.jpg" width="320" height="296" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then we decided to buy bbt and slowly walked to school. Gossiped along the way. I like i like! (Y) Bought a shuttlecock from one of the shops. Then walk back to the badminton court again and played badminton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 335px; HEIGHT: 271px" src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/0111106.jpg" width="320" height="296" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 335px; HEIGHT: 271px" src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/0111105.jpg" width="320" height="296" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Was bored after playing for awhile already because i totally sucked at badminton! HAHAHA. Cmi can. o: Then we stopped playing badminton and took photos instead. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 335px; HEIGHT: 271px" src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/0111107.jpg" width="320" height="296" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then after that lingling left for her primary school gathering. And i went to oyt's house to play with sasha. ^^ Then xuanny also came at 2. Did blogshop stuffs until 3 i think. Oyt and xuanny went to school and i took 181 and went home. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 335px; HEIGHT: 271px" src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/01111011.jpg" width="320" height="296" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 335px; HEIGHT: 271px" src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/01111012.jpg" width="320" height="296" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 335px; HEIGHT: 271px" src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/01111020.jpg" width="320" height="296" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 335px; HEIGHT: 271px" src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/01111015.jpg" width="320" height="296" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 334px; HEIGHT: 459px" src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/01111026.jpg" width="320" height="296" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 334px; HEIGHT: 459px" src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/01111024.jpg" width="320" height="296" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bestfriends! Oyt and lingling! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 334px; HEIGHT: 459px" src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/0111104.jpg" width="320" height="296" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay this one i take one ley! The colour effect nice right! HAHAHA LOL. Good good nice nice. (Y) Oyt go like this in facebook! Go gooo~ Lingling and xuanny go like already leyyy! Only left you hehehe! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Thanks for the awesome day oyt, lingling and xuanny! Love you all babes! (L)Hope mummy could allow me to go to etp with classmates tomorrow manz! (: Lingling how come you not going already...... ): Okay nevermind. Shall end my post here then. Bye peoples!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873390783948492600-1759792579300649221?l=thatpartof-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1759792579300649221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2010/11/higher-you-build-walls-around-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/1759792579300649221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/1759792579300649221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2010/11/higher-you-build-walls-around-your.html' title='The higher you build the walls around your heart, the harder you fall when someone tears them down.'/><author><name>Jean Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00406785797886185153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRh1UAUeMwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/U0BBs26sFgI/S220/Jean%2B-%2B10..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873390783948492600.post-6292319914677619451</id><published>2010-10-30T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T21:08:39.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't let go because you gave me so much to hold on to.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hi readers! Bored at home as usual! Mum told me that i really need to buck up for my science next year starting from now! Ah i am lazy anyway hehehe. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love oyt heartbreaker and lsl many many! Hahaha. ^^ Thank you guys so much for all the gossiping sessions! All the blogshop and taptap times with you are fun and i love it, oyt! And thank you lsl for always walking me to the traffic light there and remember that time we slack at your house playground there from 12/1plus until like 4plus? Hahaha! I really had so much fun with you guys! Love you babes! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Okay so i am looking forward to monday! We take pictures kkk oyt. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oops and oyt is waiting for my post. Okay shall end my post here then.. Bye bye and perhaps will post again next time.. With pictures maybe? Hehehe yes yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873390783948492600-6292319914677619451?l=thatpartof-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6292319914677619451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-cant-let-go-because-you-gave-me-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/6292319914677619451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/6292319914677619451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-cant-let-go-because-you-gave-me-so.html' title='I can&apos;t let go because you gave me so much to hold on to.'/><author><name>Jean Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00406785797886185153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRh1UAUeMwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/U0BBs26sFgI/S220/Jean%2B-%2B10..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873390783948492600.post-5699695321721375354</id><published>2010-10-29T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T22:25:17.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I wish I could blink and wake up five years from now, other times I wish I could wake up yesterday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 461px; HEIGHT: 304px" src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/3.png" width="420" height="286" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hi readerssssssssss.. ^^ Freaking bored at home manz! I want go out.. Texting with people right now. Monday - oyt heartbreaker's place with lsl. Tuesday - mass meetup with blogshop people. And Wednesday.. Hahaha going out with my dearest honey for shopping! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;SO.. Afternoon had ptm. Ms Ang.. Seriously lol. Spend only like 5mins nia hahaha. (: Tmr morning breakfast with horny girl txt! Hehehe i likey (L)! Seriously got alot to crap with her alr lol lol. Yesterday mrs chow's last day too! Yes i will miss her 'have a good day and happy learning'! And i will miss her chasing after us and telling us to run faster during rev-ups.. K i miss her. ): Roflol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyway my mood spoiled yesterday because of someone.. Lol seriously wth manz. This kind of thing want to joke.. -.- Ah i dont care about it alr anyway. Joke for all you want. It is not even funny.&lt;/span&gt; ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;K shall end my post here. Bye bye! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873390783948492600-5699695321721375354?l=thatpartof-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5699695321721375354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2010/10/sometimes-i-wish-i-could-blink-and-wake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/5699695321721375354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/5699695321721375354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2010/10/sometimes-i-wish-i-could-blink-and-wake.html' title='Sometimes I wish I could blink and wake up five years from now, other times I wish I could wake up yesterday.'/><author><name>Jean Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00406785797886185153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRh1UAUeMwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/U0BBs26sFgI/S220/Jean%2B-%2B10..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873390783948492600.post-4175471954941212290</id><published>2010-10-27T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T16:14:30.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its never easy to understand why memories hold our hand and people let go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hi readers! Im freaking bored and tired at home now! -.- Cancelled meetups with blogshop people then now had to stay at home and play com.. ): Anybody want pei me go watch child's eye?! Pray hard that it wont end so early hehehe cos i want watch first k! -cross fingers- o: Emoed in the morning.. Also dont know why hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oh ya. Hahaha sorry lsl i keep bullying you these few days! Sorry sorry sorry! Tsk. Im damn bad ley! ): You very kind i likey! (Y) Always pei me walk until the traffic light there! Hahaha you good friend laaa~ (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And TAY XIAO TONG you very horny ley i tell you! Horny girl~ Sad. Tmr the last day you can horny with me alr lol lol. :P Thanks for always being such horny hahaha. You good friend too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Okay.. Shall end here. Bye! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have been thinking about it the whole day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And just then i realised,&lt;br /&gt;How hard it is to forgive you..&lt;br /&gt;But i guess i really need to learn how to let go of the past..&lt;br /&gt;Who knows someday we will be friends again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873390783948492600-4175471954941212290?l=thatpartof-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4175471954941212290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-never-easy-to-understand-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/4175471954941212290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/4175471954941212290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-never-easy-to-understand-why.html' title='Its never easy to understand why memories hold our hand and people let go.'/><author><name>Jean Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00406785797886185153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRh1UAUeMwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/U0BBs26sFgI/S220/Jean%2B-%2B10..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873390783948492600.post-4096806940488000722</id><published>2010-10-25T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:40:41.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I cant let go because you gave me so much to hold on to.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe i should just let go of the past,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forget all about what had happened,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And start our friendship all over again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes maybe thats what i should do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know it wasnt easy,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To forgive someone who had hurt you so much before.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It really wasnt that easy forgiving you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im just wondering,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What if the same thing happened all over again?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one would want history to repeats itself..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im not going to let myself fall once again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I gave you chances to change,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I gave you time to change.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How much time you need i will give to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You said you were going to change and told us to believe you for the last time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And yes we did believe you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But look what had happened.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You lied to us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh well maybe you didnt meant to lie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You told me all sorts of reasons behind it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes maybe we dont know because you didnt say it clearly beforehand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i mean clearly,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every single detail every single little thing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh yes and why cant i look another way round instead?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because i simply cant trust you any longer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;People change,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friends come and go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We dont know who are the true bestfriends that will stay with us,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That we can really trust in them,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isnt it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes maybe i should just let this matter rest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And blow off this matter eventually.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you see it wasnt easy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For me and for any other person.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You think i want to carry on quarelling with you about this tiny small thing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay i tell you here that i dont want to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its really damn childish and irritating and annoying.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe i shouldnt care about anything anymore and live my peaceful life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh well i know everyone is not perfect,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone have their own flaws,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thats why im not blaming you for anything over here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fine for this last time, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will trust in you once again my friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The last time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope you will prove me wrong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope you will prove to me that you're really a good friend w&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;ho dont lie,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope you will prove to me that you're really a good friend who treat your friends well,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're still my friend..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873390783948492600-4096806940488000722?l=thatpartof-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4096806940488000722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2010/10/piece-them-altogether.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/4096806940488000722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/4096806940488000722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2010/10/piece-them-altogether.html' title='I cant let go because you gave me so much to hold on to.'/><author><name>Jean Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00406785797886185153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRh1UAUeMwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/U0BBs26sFgI/S220/Jean%2B-%2B10..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873390783948492600.post-4133581634740352278</id><published>2010-10-23T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:41:53.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes you need a second chance because time wasn't ready for the first one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 431px; HEIGHT: 255px" border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i939.photobucket.com/albums/ad232/JeanJean-TXM/dq6suh.png" width="431" height="228" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;People change so that you can learn to let go,&lt;br /&gt;Things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they go right,&lt;br /&gt;You believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yes maybe i should only trust myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hi people! (: Reopened my blog hehe. Im freaking bored at home nowww! Wanted to go oyt's house to play my taptap! But mum said im not allowed to go out today. SAD LIFE RIGHT. )': I miss taptap muchie hehe! Ohya and sasha too haha. I really really want go out. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I was totally pissed off yesterday night. Totally ruined my mood. .___. Seriously annoying and irritating grr. Texted lsl. Thanks for always enduring all my craps hehe and sending me home at times! I know im irritating lol. Tsk. ^^ Well maybe i really shouldnt care much about it anymore. It will only continue to ruin my mood. Zzz. Yes maybe you are right. Yes maybe they're not blaming me afterall. Yes yes yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Okay. Post till here. Bye peoples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/873390783948492600-4133581634740352278?l=thatpartof-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4133581634740352278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2010/10/people-change-so-that-you-can-learn-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/4133581634740352278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/873390783948492600/posts/default/4133581634740352278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatpartof-you.blogspot.com/2010/10/people-change-so-that-you-can-learn-to.html' title='Sometimes you need a second chance because time wasn&apos;t ready for the first one.'/><author><name>Jean Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00406785797886185153</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_76X8ZmTJkMk/TRh1UAUeMwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/U0BBs26sFgI/S220/Jean%2B-%2B10..jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
