<?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-6651633</id><updated>2011-05-10T21:38:50.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't worry be happy</title><subtitle type='html'>Obs rulez</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470593217721230366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651633.post-109292800764801983</id><published>2004-08-19T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T08:13:41.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;I found my beloved yellow water bottle (special thanks to suwan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Over joyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;motivated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.&lt;br /&gt;she who laughs, lasts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The pessimist scorns the fact that roses have thorns. The optimist gives thanks that thorns have roses"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To see a shooting star it has to be dark all around you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For a rainbow to appear must first come the rain"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally understand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;What all these mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651633-109292800764801983?l=myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/109292800764801983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/109292800764801983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109292800764801983' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470593217721230366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651633.post-109264674373935387</id><published>2004-08-16T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T01:59:03.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is like a vacuum cleaner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I am happy to no extent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and others when I am extremely sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness lingers behind the clouds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till one day it shally prevail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darkness will be superior&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could wake up from this horrible dream I'm in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt; I really want to thanks the guides (Ming, trace, wen, dawn, ana, oy, shuang, atee, shu)  for all the emotional support. Without you guys, pulling through would be an impossible task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651633-109264674373935387?l=myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/109264674373935387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/109264674373935387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109264674373935387' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470593217721230366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651633.post-109249156833648319</id><published>2004-08-14T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T06:52:48.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its hard to answer the question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"whats wrong?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when nothing is right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651633-109249156833648319?l=myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/109249156833648319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/109249156833648319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109249156833648319' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470593217721230366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651633.post-109206378864513362</id><published>2004-08-09T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T08:05:01.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Had a fabulous time at Ms ngs house todae. Home maker went on well, althou i kind of screwed up here and there. My spinach turned yellow. Sulks. But anywae, it tasted fine and special thanks to trace for helping me pluck the spinach. Tedious job! ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;Todays session taught me one thing. I wont make a good housewife if i ever be one. Made so many blunders. Demoralized feeling still sinking in. Many bad habits I have to kick. hmmm. Let me give myself more time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tributes again to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ongying: Thanks for giving us so much support and consideraton throughout the whole test like you have always done. Luv ya for that. And you r sucha great ironer!!! Gosh. Mer is awed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ming: For making everything so farnie and easy going. For all the encouragement and help. Beegg hug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;Trace: For the plucking of spinach. We did it so FAST !! Hhaaha. For adding life and fun to the whole thing. For the ear sticks. For all the help and support. Thanks gurl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wen and ana: Our beloved guests. Thanks for coming. Wen u ate dinner! Ana, arent u pleased with our cooking. hahahaha. Anw thanks so much dearies for coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Shizhen: For poping by and making everything so farnie. And oh my!! That super short mini skirt. hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Atee: For the little note and that farnie yogurt drink (drank it up so fast)! Haha thanks for being so sweet. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;Dawn: For all the moral support through sms. haha. u have always been there 4 us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ndp &lt;/em&gt;not bad lar. marching damn good. and my beloved goh chok tong lked so handsome and smart. Sad that this would b his last yr with us. CRIES!!! Feeling pretty disappointed that lin jun jie distorted the song , home. the performances were boring, as usual. DUh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;SI was so mmmhmm. Just made it in time for it. Relieved. Dick lee rawks and i am so dotted by the lemon tree guy. hmmm. the whole show was in one big lame mess. gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;Well wont forget the time when ming, trace, oy, wen, ana, shizzhen and i were singing nd songs all the way from ngs hse to the mrt station. Attracted lots of unwanted attention. Some even joined in the singing with us. we even sang our way through a pasar malam. ya. but overall, it was great fun. haha. i luv u guys so much. really enjoyed it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;happie bdae singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;happie bdae azman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651633-109206378864513362?l=myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/109206378864513362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/109206378864513362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109206378864513362' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470593217721230366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651633.post-109116318940038077</id><published>2004-07-29T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T22:05:25.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;darn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can i say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have gained weight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by alot &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;like ana, shant disclose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;wth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so damn depreesed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my effort have gone to waste &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;living makes no sense now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not paranoid &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just stating facts &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ringing in my head &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess there is no reason to stop dieting now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE MYSELF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i so hate myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651633-109116318940038077?l=myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/109116318940038077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/109116318940038077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109116318940038077' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470593217721230366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651633.post-109074402168648942</id><published>2004-07-25T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T01:27:01.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes. these quizzes certainly drive me nuts. the results are particularly interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="'font-family" cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'2'" align="'center'"&gt;&lt;form action="'http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?un="geela&amp;meme="1074223866'" method="'POST'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2&amp;nbsp;" bg style="color:'#000000';"&gt;&lt;span style="color:'#DDDD88';"&gt;How would you do on American Idol? by geela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="'#333333'" style="'border:"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:"&gt;Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="'#DDDDAA'" style="'border:"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:"&gt;&lt;input type="'text'" name="'Name'" value="'Melissa" size="'20'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="'#333333'" style="'border:"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:"&gt;Age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="'#DDDDAA'" style="'border:"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:"&gt;&lt;input type="'text'" name="'Age'" value="'15'" size="'20'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="'#333333'" style="'border:"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:"&gt;Simon says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="'#DDDDAA'" style="'border:"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:"&gt;Please, never sing again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="'#333333'" style="'border:"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:"&gt;Paula says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="'#DDDDAA'" style="'border:"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:"&gt;I have a crush on you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="'#333333'" style="'border:"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:"&gt;Randy says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="'#DDDDAA'" style="'border:"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:"&gt;What was that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="'#333333'" style="'border:"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:"&gt;Success level&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="'#DDDDAA'" style="'border:"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:"&gt;Quit cause Simon made you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;input type="'hidden'" name="'un'" value="'geela'"&gt;&lt;input type="'hidden'" name="'meme'" value="'1074223866'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="'center'" bg style="color:'#000000';"&gt;&lt;input type="'submit'" value="'Fill"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="'center'" bg style="color:'#000000';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:'-1';color:'#FFFFFF';"&gt;&lt;a href="'http://memegen.deskslave.org/'"&gt;&lt;span style="color:'#DDDD88';"&gt;Quiz created with MemeGen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="'font-family" cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'2'" align="'center'"&gt;&lt;form action="'http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?un="llScorpiusll&amp;meme="1074626196'" method="'POST'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2&amp;nbsp;" bg style="color:'#000000';"&gt;&lt;span style="color:'#DDDD88';"&gt;Your True Nature by &lt;a href="'http://scorpius-farscape.tv'"&gt;&lt;span style="color:'#DDDD88';"&gt;llScorpiusll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="'#333333'" style="'border:"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:"&gt;Username&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="'#DDDDAA'" style="'border:"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:"&gt;&lt;input type="'text'" name="'armored_username'" value="'Melissa" size="'20'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="'#333333'" style="'border:"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:"&gt;The quality that most appeals to you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="'#DDDDAA'" style="'border:"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:"&gt;Sex Appeal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="'#333333'" style="'border:"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:"&gt;In a survival situation, you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="'#DDDDAA'" style="'border:"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:"&gt;Freak out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="'#333333'" style="'border:"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:"&gt;Your hidden talent is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="'#DDDDAA'" style="'border:"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:"&gt;Discrimination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="'#333333'" style="'border:"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:"&gt;Your gift is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="'#DDDDAA'" style="'border:"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:"&gt;Athletic ability&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="'#333333'" style="'border:"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:"&gt;In groups, you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="'#DDDDAA'" style="'border:"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:"&gt;Blend in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="'#333333'" style="'border:"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:"&gt;Your best quality is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="'#DDDDAA'" style="'border:"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:"&gt;Your generosity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="'#333333'" style="'border:"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:"&gt;Your weakness is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="'#DDDDAA'" style="'border:"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:"&gt;Your lack of imagination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;input type="'hidden'" name="'un'" value="'llScorpiusll'"&gt;&lt;input type="'hidden'" name="'meme'" value="'1074626196'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="'center'" bg style="color:'#000000';"&gt;&lt;input type="'submit'" value="'Fill"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="'center'" bgcolor="'#000000'"&gt;&lt;span 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height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651633-109074402168648942?l=myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/109074402168648942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/109074402168648942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109074402168648942' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470593217721230366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651633.post-109074219997679303</id><published>2004-07-25T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T00:56:39.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Exams in like 9 weeks time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Darn. How am i going to survive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Its sunday today and thank God it is. How I love Sundays, where the whole family is together, joking, laughing, having fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The upcoming exams is drawing dangerously near and i am currently embarking on a course to increase my study rate. Sadly to say, my attempts are futile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;School tommorow. Now all I have to face is the looming piles of homework and SIA projects/products which I have no clue how to complete. My lack of time is threatening to make me flunk all my coming tests. Groan! What am I going to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Combined NDP rehearsals round the corner and I sincerely hope we dont "maluate" our selves in front of the other UGs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yesterday was one of the packest days of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Here this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Morning: Met guides to celebrate anas birthday. Celebrated it at clarke quay, on the famous bridge. The scenery there rocks. I enjoyed myself thouroghly and I suppose my fellow darlings had a great time too. Why is shuang soo afraid of the camera?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mid morning at about 11.00: Rushed with shizhen to heeren to buy my earrings. Took the wrong train. Felt irritated, grumpy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;11.30: Met vic, angie, sara, eunice at heeren. Said hi, bought earings, rushed to somerset busstop. Was invaded by the "sticker distributers".&amp;nbsp;Isnt it bizarre&amp;nbsp;to have about&amp;nbsp;100s of&amp;nbsp;stickers stuck all over you just for donating a few cents. ahhemm. Tributes to my fellow sticker distributers: choonyee and gang, atee and celine and gang, elaine and some farnie ny girls I dont have a clue who. dotz. Recieved much stares for passerbys. But. Didnt blush.&amp;nbsp;Had a great time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;12.00: Reached school and dropped some stuff. Met ms ng who was testing jade and Kailing firelighting. They passed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;12.10: Parents fetched me to Geylang for turtle soup. Drank to soup, skipped the rice. Cheeky grin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;1.00: Changed and went for a swim. Swam and slacked as my parents had a chat with their friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;4.00: Reached home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;5.00: Woke up and called dawn and ana. They were at j8 at the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;5.10: Ran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;5.30: rushed to aunts house. Changed into my aunts clothes there. Ate a huried dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;6.00: rushed to school. The journey lasted for 1 hr cos of the massive jam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;7.00: Reach school met guides and had the concert. Just to go into detail. Wen, ana, shu and I wore&amp;nbsp;skirts. We looked so "gu niang". dotz. Sat btwn shuang and shu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;7.30: Concert started. Somne parts of it was preety boring. Honestly speaking, I actually feel asleep during the concert itself. To all co members: I loved the concert, but perhaps because of my lack of ability to appreciate co music, I feel asleep. Big sorry. But my sleep lasted for only a short 5 min. haha. wink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;10.15: Ending of co concert. Dad picked me up and went home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Haha.. what an eventful day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;It's been so good to have you as a friend:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As sweet and rich as honey-colored sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Slanting steep across a summer lawn,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gilding life with all that love can lend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now that you yourself have griefs to tend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to be the strong and caring one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To count to you the lovely things you've done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until these troubles pass and sorrows end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are so beautiful in form and soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That you bring happiness to all you're near:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just as a sea rose, flowering in mist,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Makes a paradise of some bleak shoal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Turning truth to something far more clear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No pain unsoothed or rain-swept cheek unkissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651633-109074219997679303?l=myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/109074219997679303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/109074219997679303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109074219997679303' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470593217721230366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651633.post-109023601208914314</id><published>2004-07-19T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T04:21:55.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;Stopping to catch a breath...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;I have like so much work to do. The work nowadays are never ending. U are NEVER able to complete them. The worlds to fast-pased for me. I feel I just can't cope.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Trying hard to stay happy. Not to get angry. To enjoy myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Okay, lets cut the crap. NDP rehearsals went on well so far. Thanks to our fabulous footdrill commanders,&amp;nbsp; atee, shuang, dawn, yun pei and pau respectively. They have been doing a great job so far.&amp;nbsp;3 cheers!!! haha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;We celebrated liu qian's birthday for her. and she pretty touched. I had great fun last sat with her. Her parents bought her the 7250 hp. I am sooo envious. When can I ever get one like that. NVM lar. At least I have a phone hor.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Am I wierd? Yes I am. have been bathing in school recently. Like what wen always says: I treat school like a second home. This. Is an undeniable fact.&amp;nbsp;I love bathing. T guess I can bathe at any where, any time. Don't you feel so refreshed after bathing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Teachers day audition coming up. Feeling panicky. But I really have to thank Suwan and liu qian for all the effort they have put into the dance. Luv u all for that. We will win,&amp;nbsp;wont we. I just CANT wait for thursday to come. Thankks to my lao ba (meisi lar) for chosing the wonderful - it is you and me me and you -&amp;nbsp;song. Hahaha. Cheered me up alot. Its so farnie lor.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Ran with wen, dawn and ana today. I have finally gotten to run with ana in the morning. Enjoyed myself. I loove running with the guides. I feel so happy with them around lor. Ming and shu, join us leh!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;To everyone: Don't worry be happy. this is my motto and I hope it will be yours too. be happy for the rest of the week. Even when times are tough. TRY.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;The hardest part of being a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;is knowing when you need it a little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;and when you need it a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;So just in case you're in need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;of a friendly "hi" today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;I wanted to let you know I'm here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;still caring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;still thinking about you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;and still being your friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Simple but something from the&amp;nbsp;depths of my heart&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651633-109023601208914314?l=myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/109023601208914314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/109023601208914314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109023601208914314' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470593217721230366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651633.post-108998779838919231</id><published>2004-07-16T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T07:23:18.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Everything is fine now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651633-108998779838919231?l=myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/108998779838919231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/108998779838919231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108998779838919231' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470593217721230366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651633.post-108972550694392566</id><published>2004-07-13T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T06:31:46.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a big obstacle in life&lt;br /&gt; I am trying hard to overcome&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happens&lt;br /&gt;I will keep trying&lt;br /&gt;God is guiding me&lt;br /&gt;I knew he would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all my guide darlings, (Ming, wen, atee, ana, dawn, shu, ong ying, shuang, trace) for everything. In such tough times, how can I survive without you all. Thanks to all the 3 oners who have showed me all that support.( Suwan, meisi, cherlyn, liu qian for being there) Thanks to my dearest lao gong (shi zhen lar), for listening to my worries, sorrow and peiing me. Thanks to all my other friends who have always been there to make me happy. Guess you all know who you are huh? Anw. Big hug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651633-108972550694392566?l=myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/108972550694392566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/108972550694392566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108972550694392566' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470593217721230366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651633.post-108963820820943682</id><published>2004-07-12T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T06:16:48.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must everything go this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why all the suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i so sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can ever get through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I really need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is really sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many nights we pray&lt;br /&gt;With no proof anyone could hear&lt;br /&gt;In our hearts a hopeful song&lt;br /&gt;We barely understood&lt;br /&gt;Now we are not afraid&lt;br /&gt;Although we know there's much to fear&lt;br /&gt;We were moving mountains long&lt;br /&gt;Before we knew we could&lt;br /&gt;There can be miracles&lt;br /&gt;When you believe&lt;br /&gt;Though hope is frail&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to kill&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what miracles&lt;br /&gt;You can achieve&lt;br /&gt;When you believe&lt;br /&gt;Somehow you will&lt;br /&gt;You will when you believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this time of fear&lt;br /&gt;When prayer so often proves in vain&lt;br /&gt;Hope seems like the summer birds&lt;br /&gt;Too swiftly flown away&lt;br /&gt;And now I am standing here&lt;br /&gt;My heart's so full I can't explain&lt;br /&gt;Seeking faith and speaking words&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There can be miracles&lt;br /&gt;When you believe (When you believe)&lt;br /&gt;Though hope is frail&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to kill&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what miracles&lt;br /&gt;You can achieve (You can achieve)&lt;br /&gt;When you believe&lt;br /&gt;Somehow you will&lt;br /&gt;You will when you believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't always happen when you ask&lt;br /&gt;And it's easy to give in to your fear&lt;br /&gt;But when you're blinded by your pain&lt;br /&gt;Can't see your way clear through the rain&lt;br /&gt;A small but still resilient voice&lt;br /&gt;Says love is very near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There can be miracles (miracles)&lt;br /&gt;When you believe (When you believe)&lt;br /&gt;Though hope is frail&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to kill&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what miracles&lt;br /&gt;You can achieve (You can achieve)&lt;br /&gt;When you believe&lt;br /&gt;Somehow you will&lt;br /&gt;You will when you believe&lt;br /&gt;You will when you believe&lt;br /&gt;You will when you believe&lt;br /&gt;Just believe&lt;br /&gt;You will when you believe&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651633-108963820820943682?l=myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/108963820820943682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/108963820820943682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108963820820943682' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470593217721230366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651633.post-108947230930634415</id><published>2004-07-10T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T08:11:49.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got this from wen's blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="+3"&gt;Tender &amp; Kind&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your listen with your heart and are not afraid to ask the right questions to troubled individuals. Time and again, you have proven your compassion and selflessness when someone is in need. &lt;a href="http://powersugoi.net/quiz/caring.php" target="_top"&gt;How Caring Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651633-108947230930634415?l=myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/108947230930634415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/108947230930634415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108947230930634415' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470593217721230366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651633.post-108947055222889744</id><published>2004-07-10T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T07:42:32.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My blog has been temporarily inactivated for ages. Million apologies for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fridays youth day rocked (although I came back home dead tired), well, I loved it. I will have to thank all my beloved three one dearies for making my day. Without you guys, our “business” wouldn’t be soooo fun and successful. Mer gives all three oners a huge bear hug and a kiss. Haaa are you all touched??? EGOEGO. (*grin*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, we made a grand total of 180 something dollars. Not really a record breaking feat, but all our efforts were worthwhile cos we managed to sell off EVERYTHING!!!! YEA! I am so glad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth day ended happily, then I gleefully went off we my darling guides for an outing at J8. we took some neos, set off for some snacks, joked, laughed, bought some stuff and tricked atee(wink). A thoroughly enjoying day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to say, for the first time in weeks, I felt actually, happy. Thanks to all the loving people around me. Guess I can’t survive without you all huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today… was pretty fun too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school to say hi to the guides, dawn, ana, trace, ming, tis and ongying respectively. Heard trace professionally play her soulful music ( our grad niyte song. By the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you trace too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. thanks for being there gurl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a frenzy, I rushed off to the ice skating rink at Jurong east entertainment centre to meet shizhen and vic for ice skating. They were extremely nice- both my lao gong and vic) Got to understand them better. Thanks sooo much. Love you both. MUACKs. Geee… Being mushy again. On the whole, the ice skating and chatting with you all rocked!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of rushing here and there today. Okay. At about 1.00, I took 66 and hurried off to the school busstop to meet LQ, HJ and WT for SIA. Went to LQ’s extremely tidy house after eating at KFC. (fast food! Wen, I am going to get fat ) Did project there. Tried the moon walk with HJ and had a great time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then chatted with ana all the way home. Ana is losing her name lor. Maybe we should start calling her huijin for a day or so. We seem so accustomed to calling her ana that we find it hard to call ana by her actual name, hui jin.Hmm poor ana. Opps sorri, huijin, I mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well good nite. To everyone who knows me, just wanna say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;br /&gt;love &lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651633-108947055222889744?l=myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/108947055222889744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/108947055222889744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108947055222889744' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470593217721230366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651633.post-108779060183964048</id><published>2004-06-20T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T21:05:32.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Monday blues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;unhappy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chickens' persistant crowing irritating me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mums nagging droning on ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No father to celebrate father's day withSIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sarks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.I have to express my thanks to &lt;br /&gt;- the sec 2 gides for that wonderful banner. You guys are soooooo nice&lt;br /&gt;- tracy for the wonder punk&lt;br /&gt;- sec 3 guides for all the moral suppot during firelighting test ( won't be able to pass without u guys)&lt;br /&gt;- Ming Ong ying and Atee for helping me in the wigwam&lt;br /&gt;- Yvonne for tagging at my blog and for that praise&lt;br /&gt;- Azman for inviting nanyang guides to go for that hike from macritchie all the way to bukit timah (huh?)&lt;br /&gt;- Meisi for all the lovely songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dedicated to everyone i know (guides, 3 oners friends, family)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are being loved by someone called. Mer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somewhere out there beneath the pale moonlight&lt;br /&gt;Someone's thinking of me and loving me tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere out there someone's saying a prayer&lt;br /&gt;That we'll find one another in that big somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though I know how very far apart we are&lt;br /&gt;It helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby&lt;br /&gt;It helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same big sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere out there if love can see us through&lt;br /&gt;Then we'll be together somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;Out where dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though I know how very far apart we are&lt;br /&gt;It helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby&lt;br /&gt;It helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same big sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere out there if love can see us through&lt;br /&gt;Then we'll be together somewhere out there&lt;br /&gt;Out where dreams come true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651633-108779060183964048?l=myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/108779060183964048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/108779060183964048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108779060183964048' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470593217721230366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651633.post-108746415736901017</id><published>2004-06-17T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T02:23:40.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To all guides, 3 oners, my family and friends. To all who know me, I just want to say, I .love  you. ('',)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't lose your way&lt;br /&gt;With each passing day&lt;br /&gt;You've come so far&lt;br /&gt;Don't throw it away&lt;br /&gt;Live believing&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are for weaving&lt;br /&gt;Wonders are waiting to start&lt;br /&gt;Live your story&lt;br /&gt;Faith hope and glory&lt;br /&gt;Hold to the truth&lt;br /&gt;In your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we hold on together&lt;br /&gt;I know our dreams&lt;br /&gt;Will never die&lt;br /&gt;Dreams see us through&lt;br /&gt;To forever&lt;br /&gt;Where clouds roll by&lt;br /&gt;For you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souls in the winds&lt;br /&gt;must learn how to mend&lt;br /&gt;Seek out a star&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to the end&lt;br /&gt;Valley, mountain&lt;br /&gt;There is a fountain&lt;br /&gt;Washes our tears&lt;br /&gt;All away&lt;br /&gt;Words are swaying&lt;br /&gt;Someone is praying&lt;br /&gt;Please let us come&lt;br /&gt;Home to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we hold on together&lt;br /&gt;I know our dreams&lt;br /&gt;Will never die&lt;br /&gt;Dreams see us through&lt;br /&gt;To forever&lt;br /&gt;Where clouds roll by&lt;br /&gt;For you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are out there&lt;br /&gt;In the dark&lt;br /&gt;We'll dream about the sun&lt;br /&gt;In the dark&lt;br /&gt;We'll feel the light&lt;br /&gt;Warm our hearts&lt;br /&gt;Everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we hold on together&lt;br /&gt;I know our dreams&lt;br /&gt;Will never die&lt;br /&gt;Dreams see us through&lt;br /&gt;To forever&lt;br /&gt;As high&lt;br /&gt;As souls can fly&lt;br /&gt;The clouds roll by&lt;br /&gt;For you and I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651633-108746415736901017?l=myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/108746415736901017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/108746415736901017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108746415736901017' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470593217721230366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651633.post-108695708801641540</id><published>2004-06-11T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T05:34:17.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hai... 5 days have passed since camp challenge and I still can't sop reminising.HeLP! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been bringsing some taf club students up and down bukit timah hill these few days. Ha! Remind me of my campingdays. I am certainly enjoying myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some guys who asked me what company I was working for. They thought I was a physical fitness teacher. Ha! (mer shakes her head) What a big joke. Mer doesn't even look like one lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp challenge rocks!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh... today I learnt a few ways of how to kill chickens if you are given an assignment to kill a life chicken to make bell chicken for ms ng.9YUCK!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: slit its throat, grabbing its legs (tight)to prevent it from running. Then squeeze the blood out. (be careful of the running chicken):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2: Do the cowboy thingy to it in the sky then slam it onto some hard object. The chickens brains are bound to splatter onto the ground in a big mess&lt;br /&gt;Dying chance: 100% But it is abit gross though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a task give to the girl guides and some scouts in 1990. freaky. mer has goosebumps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AhhhhhhI miss everyone.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh it was sad...oh it was sad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651633-108695708801641540?l=myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/108695708801641540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/108695708801641540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108695708801641540' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470593217721230366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651633.post-108678000364567826</id><published>2004-06-09T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T04:25:22.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am racking my brains trying to recall all the songs we learnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONGS/cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friendship song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends you make me happy&lt;br /&gt;Bring sunshine to our lives&lt;br /&gt;A light of hope you always are&lt;br /&gt;Standing by me near and far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landing me your shoulder, &lt;br /&gt;When I need to cry&lt;br /&gt;Y’r part of my life friends&lt;br /&gt;Forever in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends you keep my company&lt;br /&gt;All day all night all life,&lt;br /&gt;A friend you are a friend I am&lt;br /&gt;Standing by me hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share with me your sorrows&lt;br /&gt;When I need to cry&lt;br /&gt;Your part of my life friends forever in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Your part of my life friends…&lt;br /&gt;Forever in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;West div cheers and hope cheers I should remember lar Check shu’s blog to know more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheer leader: Nanyang oi&lt;br /&gt;Cheerers: oi&lt;br /&gt;Cheer leader: Nanyang nanyang oi&lt;br /&gt;Cheerers: Sat sat oi sat sat oi nanyang nanyang sat sat oi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banana song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking through the window&lt;br /&gt;What you gonna to&lt;br /&gt;If u wanna jia kim jiu do the proper way&lt;br /&gt;Meet me tonight mby the moon lightmeet me tonight all alone&lt;br /&gt;I have got something to SHOW YOU (pervertic action)&lt;br /&gt;Something that’s yellow and long&lt;br /&gt;One banana, two banana, three banana, four&lt;br /&gt;Hei&lt;br /&gt;5 banana, six banana, many many more&lt;br /&gt;hei&lt;br /&gt;One banana, two banana, three banana, four&lt;br /&gt;Hei&lt;br /&gt;5 banana, six banana, many many more&lt;br /&gt;hei&lt;br /&gt;many many more&lt;br /&gt;hei&lt;br /&gt;many many more&lt;br /&gt;hei &lt;br /&gt;many many more&lt;br /&gt;hei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo ah ah song ( my favourite) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say you say we say ah&lt;br /&gt;Oo ah ah ah&lt;br /&gt;Oo ah ah ah&lt;br /&gt;Oo ah ah whats up whats up&lt;br /&gt;Oo ah ah ah &lt;br /&gt;Oo ah ah ah&lt;br /&gt;oo (pose)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* everyone look at dawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sexy clap: whee oo whee *clap*&lt;br /&gt;super sexy clap: whee oo whee * clap* muak muak&lt;br /&gt;macho clap: clap, whoosh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can’t remember the rest leh. Can anyone remember the chicken and titanic song??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651633-108678000364567826?l=myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/108678000364567826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/108678000364567826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108678000364567826' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470593217721230366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651633.post-108677896990961028</id><published>2004-06-09T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T04:02:49.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Camp challenge was the best thing second to OBS that happened to me this year. There was much learning, experiencing the unexpected, much tears shed, much singing, much chatting and much working as a team, as a division. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is only one phrase to describe this camp. It rawked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt to look at things in a different perspective. Made many fabulous friends. Had a GREAT division and got to know nanyang guides a lot better. Not forgetting, getting to know many great funky instructors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this camp, there were memorable moments, happy moments and of course, sad ones. Like Trace,  I will list out what to me are the unforgettable moments of this camp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 1: The problem solving section when we had to complete with Dunman team 1. Dunman team was such an enthusiastic team and they had such a fierce fighting spirit. They made me feel so vulnerable and nervous at that time. Thanks to Ong Ying, I regained my conscience and as a team, hope fought hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2: The stuffy nights in our rundown  “green house” tent. It was so hot we had to fan ourselves to sleep. Many funny things happened in this tent. EVERY night, ongying would be messaging A teh. What a loving couple they make. Ha! On one of the nights, Ong ying waited for A teh’s message until she fell asleep. And trace’s record breaking feat of sleeping in 5 seconds after responding to mer’s question. Whew! She must Have been damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3: Our peculiar timing method during rafting was unforgettable. Instead of going one two three, We went, I love you, I love you, I love you. And muddy quicksand river. My feet kept sinking in. It felt terrible. But Overall, it was a fun experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4: Singing with TRACIEEEE!!! But I luv u (I luv u), until the end of time (until the end of time)We had so much fun! Sang this line over a hundred times. And when I say over a hundred ime, I realy mean it. Ask those from hope patrol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5: Singing as a divison and with the nanyang guides. So farnie. We kept singing at the beginning. WE sang practically EVERYWHERE. On the road, in the van, in the bus, during meal times, even in the toilet.  Ha! We were a walking radio!!!! Meijiao must have been so extremely exhilarated (*piss* she luvs that song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 6: OUR CAMPFIRE ITEM thanks top our dear tracy, we performed this wonderful touching song! Thanks to west divison for putting in so much effort in the item. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7: Washing toilets. Splish splash………ha! Got so wet. We washed and washed and washed. Washed in the evening, washed in the wee hours of the morning (1’0clock). Even washed on the last day of camp! I was like a dream come true! Nanyang guides r not only big eaters, we seem to have a keen interest in washing toilets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 8: Camp fire night towards the end. I cried! You don’t often se mer cry. The last time was when I was so damn stressed with my failing physics mark and when Magellan was parting with Jon( To me, he is still the best instructor in the world by the way but memories of this instructor are fading away). I felt so sad. When I saw trace crying beside me, tears just fell. Trace was like, “mer , why, why.”  Then I was like, “ nevermind, trace, it is alright.” The irony behind this statement is that as I said this, tears started flowing down my cheek. I cried! West div was such a strong, united, enthusiastic division. We stood out above the rest! I could think of absolutely no reason we did not win the best div. award. Worst still, been the last of all the divisions. But nevertheless, we are one west division and the west div. spirit will always reign in our hearts forever and ever. The prep talk jim and azman gave us helped greatly. Thanks to the both of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9: Ms ng cried because she was so touched by our seniors care and concern over us. And because she was so proud of us. We cried again. I was so moved. Ms ng is the best guider ever. She stood out from all the guiders. The BEST. We are so privileged to have a guider like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 9: This was my favourite moment. Sitting on the bridge, singing chatting with the rv guides, nanyang guides and jim (he is such a fabulous chief instructor). That night, we learnt that being the lame chief instructor jim was wasn’t that easy. You had to face lots of pressures. Doing the same old cheers for every single camp wasn’t fun at all, infact, it was terribly boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AZMAN ROCKS&gt; HE IS SO KIND AND FUNNIE&gt; Thanks azman for being there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tributes to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONGying: Your rocked! There will be no hope without you. It is because of your gret leadership that strove us on. Brought us to greater heights, love you for that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trace: Thanks for putting up with my persistent singing. Sorry for bugging you to sing with me again again and again., and thanks for singing along with me. Thanks also for all the effort you put in for this camp challenge. Luv u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yibing: You are so enthusisastic and you have put in so much effort for the team. I am so touched. Thanks for being so proactive, you brighten up my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meijiao: You are so funny. Brighten up my day. Thanks for all your wacy ideas and jokes. ESP The bimbotic actions. Make me laugh until like shit like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junice: Thanks for being the time keeper and for understanding al our worries and being so compassionate. You are one essential person to make this camp challenge all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to nanyang team 2, RV team, Bukit view and zheng hua sec, not forgetting azman and jim for making everything seem so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the foon yiew team and seniors for your support. You made us strive on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651633-108677896990961028?l=myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/108677896990961028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/108677896990961028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108677896990961028' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470593217721230366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651633.post-108557918841437223</id><published>2004-05-26T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T06:52:57.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>9 days count down to camp challenge. I am freaking out. Help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized I am starting to become really healthy. Running every morning. But..my stamina still sucks big time.I need to lose weight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electives are fun. We have got these reallly nice instructors who are whizzes in this sort of area. I totally admire their wit. Want to be just like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have got this ou xiang in nygh who is realy cheo... &lt;br /&gt;Lots of b'daes going on&lt;br /&gt;Lots of hw (eg. chem journal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;## Thanks shu and ming for the voleyball training##&lt;br /&gt;## Thanks janice for the counselling ##&lt;br /&gt;## Thanks guiders and all the 3 oners for putting up with my nonsense ##&lt;br /&gt;## Thanks victoria and shi zhen for the running ##&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651633-108557918841437223?l=myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/108557918841437223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/108557918841437223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108557918841437223' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470593217721230366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651633.post-108393256326194002</id><published>2004-05-07T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T05:27:11.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey , haven't been updating for quite a long while. I'm really sorry about that. been Very packed these few weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is nan zhong quan at the school opp. tomoro. I feel so damn embarrassed doing the nan zhong quan. Firstly, I am not that good at the quan, Secondy, the choice of music is just so horrible. Why can't they just ask the CO 2 play something instead! Deep down, I have this terrible feeling that something is going to go wrong and the whole of Chinese high would start laughing at us tomor0. sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywae. Did u all catch AI. John stevens left. so sad. George huff too. All who are left are, Latoya, Fantasia, Jasmine and Diana. I think Jas is going out the next season. This season is the best season so far. It is like, I have not missed a single episode of it. :) AI rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..gotta go. BTW my heart will ALWAYS b with guides, 3/1 and of cos, magellan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651633-108393256326194002?l=myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/108393256326194002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/108393256326194002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108393256326194002' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470593217721230366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651633.post-108290419267275104</id><published>2004-04-25T07:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T07:47:23.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry for not blogging for so long. Well here I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passed the alpha and beta test for ice skating. Feel exhilarated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of work and tests. Feel stuffed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of fats. Feel overweight. I so badly need to slim down!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cip was great. Did it with MING. Saw many teachers.&lt;br /&gt;1)	Ang wee ling&lt;br /&gt;2)	2 vice principals&lt;br /&gt;3)	 Mrs Sandy tan&lt;br /&gt;4)	Male teacher from the english department. He is a self-centred guy who is unwilling to donate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something wrong with my sentence structure today. But. I. Can’t. help. It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens, but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly like pearls slipping off a string.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The length of your education is less important than its breadth,&lt;br /&gt;and the length of your life is less important than its depth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651633-108290419267275104?l=myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/108290419267275104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/108290419267275104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108290419267275104' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470593217721230366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651633.post-108290385650616874</id><published>2004-04-25T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T07:41:47.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry for not blogging for so long. Well here I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passed the alpha and beta test for ice skating. Feel exhilarated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of work and tests. Feel stuffed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of fats. Feel overweight. I so badly need to slim down!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cip was great. Did it with MING. Saw many teachers.&lt;br /&gt;1)	Ang wee ling&lt;br /&gt;2)	2 vice principals&lt;br /&gt;3)	 Mrs Sandy tan&lt;br /&gt;4)	Male teacher from the english department. He is a self-centred guy who is unwilling to donate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something wrong with my sentence structure today. But. I. Can’t. help. It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651633-108290385650616874?l=myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/108290385650616874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/108290385650616874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108290385650616874' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470593217721230366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651633.post-108204077379859160</id><published>2004-04-15T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T07:57:22.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM STRESSED or am I not. The world is turning upside down. Pimples are out-breaking. Look on the bright side mer but talking about looking on the bright side, what bright side is there to look at??? My marks are deteoriating. There is hardly any time to study. Flunking every single test an assignment will bring me no where, do me no good. Feeling like giving up. Quiting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad. Pressurized. Lost. Confused. Somebody help this poor struggling soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If death was so bad.&lt;br /&gt;Why isn't life good?&lt;br /&gt;I've been a stain,&lt;br /&gt;since my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a liver,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a dreamer.&lt;br /&gt;A dreamer of a lifeless life.&lt;br /&gt;I have a hope,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a hopeful loser.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a hopeful loser in a hopeless life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don’t know&lt;br /&gt;My world is upside down&lt;br /&gt;And my mind is spinning around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don’t know&lt;br /&gt;Behind the smile&lt;br /&gt;A frown is show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don’t know &lt;br /&gt;Even if thought i’m so close&lt;br /&gt;My soul is mile away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don’t know&lt;br /&gt;At night I‘ve cried&lt;br /&gt;For the one I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing...&lt;br /&gt;Someday someway&lt;br /&gt;The rain we wash my tears away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don’t know&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I fear most&lt;br /&gt;The last words I want to hear…&lt;br /&gt;..and yet they still don't know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JPL rocks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651633-108204077379859160?l=myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/108204077379859160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/108204077379859160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108204077379859160' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470593217721230366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651633.post-108167215984810277</id><published>2004-04-11T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T01:33:11.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.luminesce-impression.com/stereotypequiz.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.luminesce-impression.com/jock.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;which stereotype are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres something rong in here. me. a Jock? Hot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.roxydoll.com/~erin/quiz/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.roxydoll.com/~erin/quiz/athena.gif" border=0 alt="Take the Greek Goddess Test @ Rasberry Rain"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.luminesce-impression.com/scoobyquiz.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.luminesce-impression.com/willow1.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;which scooby are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651633-108167215984810277?l=myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/108167215984810277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/108167215984810277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108167215984810277' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470593217721230366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651633.post-108167013051195999</id><published>2004-04-11T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T00:59:21.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHHH friday was such a FABULOUS day!!! OMG. LUV u all magsters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The watch outing certainly was a success.I am not going to reveal where we went.  Uncle jon came along 2 . I think he was really paiseh throughout the whole journey , not to mention that he was the only guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed ourselves. Playing in the water, eating, joking about. THis is what a watch should b like. Strange 2 say. Although we haven't been together for so long. we r still so close!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"the magellan spirit will NEVER die" mer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must have another watch outing soon lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp challenge is killing me lor. It is practically sucking the life out of me. I feel like quitting. This stupid competition is giving me loads of stress. &lt;br /&gt;Everyday i wake up, all I think of is gadgets, clothesline, shoerack, knots, lashes blah blah. THIS CANT GO ON MAN. I think our standards r very low and we have so little time to practise. It is like our last last y'rs camp challenge batch started traing at the end of feburary and we r only starting 2 train in mid april. THE COMPETITION IS IN JUNE. We have less than 2 months 2 train. *sobs sobs* (mer frowns) why was i chosen 2 b is the camp challenge team in the first place. my gadgets r not like, WOW! I think I am one of the worst guides in the sec 3 batch. Others like wen, shu , shuang, huijin deserve MORE lor. Choosing me makes it seem very unfair to them. I am JUST not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough grumbling. chinese killer test is coming up 2 days later and I haven't even started revising. I am in hot soup lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul replied my mail. thats great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks 2 all my friends, threeoners, magsters 4 y'r support. LUV u all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651633-108167013051195999?l=myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/108167013051195999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/108167013051195999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108167013051195999' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470593217721230366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651633.post-108124741084064471</id><published>2004-04-06T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T03:55:40.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LTC is finally over. That was one strenuous camp. Not really physically but certainly mentally and emotionally. Ms Ng had really high expectations of us. Wanted us to do this do that just as she wished. I realized, from the 3 days at camp, that Ms Ng is an extremely perfectionist woman. SHE JUST CANNOT STAND MESSINESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the sec 3 guides did a good job as we tried our very best didn’t we. Hope this camp helped to bond us closer as a sec 3 batch. J. We just wanna say HAPPIE B”DAE TRACIE. Thanks for being such a great friend for the past few years I have known u. U r impossible to dislike, always so optimistic and out-going. Luv u 4 that. (mer gives trace a big huge kiss * muarks *)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I flunk todays bio test. Dint know what to write and everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about it, my memories of OBS are getting more and more vague. Don’t seem to remember quite a lot of things. So sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is something to look forward to. OUR MAGELLAN OUTING on good Friday. Ode to cass and Janice 4 all the effort put in. I haven’t been doing much. Sooo.. sorri. &lt;br /&gt;BTW I have 2 leave early on good Friday, at about 11.30 cos I have got ice skating practice so ya. 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Had one fun time fooling our teachers. April fools day has never been so fun b4.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy stuff done today:&lt;br /&gt;1) Wore name tag the opposite way.&lt;br /&gt;2) Together with the guides, we flipped our ear studs over such that the back of the stud is facing the front. U get what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;3) 3/1(my class) switched closses with 3/2. I was so farnie lor. Everyone was giggling like crazy and we were sooo excited.&lt;br /&gt;4) We pretended there was a mice in the class and every one started screaming. Jack started the first scream as her voice was by right the most HIGH -PITCHED. :)&lt;br /&gt;theres more. but I don't think I have the time 2 tell every single detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. Miss magellan alot. esp.Miss the days spent with u guys. U guys rock totally! :) U r the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2morrow, leaving at 3.45 2 an oolloo campsite in singapore. This camp is going to be tough. I have a strong feeling I may end up crying one of the nights. But nevertheless, ms ng says the view at the camp site would b great.THINK POSITIVE. We r camping at camp christine. Wish me  and all the other guiders good luck k??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To NYGG:This is the first camp that we r planning 4 ourselves 2 take. Hope everything goues on well. Luv u all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have got alot of packing to u so syonara ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++++as we go on, we remember, all the times we, spent together +++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651633-108081840609199946?l=myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/108081840609199946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/108081840609199946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108081840609199946' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470593217721230366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651633.post-108034659028340435</id><published>2004-03-26T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T16:20:01.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night's li3 guang1 qian2 show was great. It was obvious that chinese high put in a great deal of effort in coming up with this magnificent production lor. AND the li3 guang1 qian2 acting was so good hes got so much attitude and he is sooo tall. Actually, he kind of reminds me of yewtong. :) Welll, but his english ( shakes head) is terrible. 3 cheers 4 yaqi wanwan and meng tian 4 their &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;wunderful&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; performance. WAN WAN looked so gorgeous in the qi pao and yaqi looked soo cute in the plaits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well about Jon not replying the rest of the magellans and only replying to stelly hor, I feel alright about it now cos actually my letter 2 him was a pile of total crap. There is no reason for him 2 reply it. Ya. So cheer up mer !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate alot 2 dae 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breakfast: 2 slices of wholemeal bread&lt;br /&gt;Recess: 4 slices of wholemeal bread&lt;br /&gt;Lunch: Some noodles + dried prunes&lt;br /&gt;Dinner: 1 bread bun (with tuna) and cookies and milk :)&lt;br /&gt;Supper: 2 pieces of whole meal bread and one banana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;altogether : 9 servings of bread]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meisi said that if I carry on like this, eating sooo much bread, I will turn out looking like a bread. What do u all think ah???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messages 2 some ppl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawnie: Of cos I happy lar. Anywas , he promised he would b coming, u wanna see him or not. U so tall, he sually veri attracted 2 u one lar. Okay???? (*grin*) I like the li3 guang1 qian2 BTW I am not sick of bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen: OMG....u wanna see them. No prob. They are REAALLYY cute! :) Saw u yesterday (friday). Havent seen u alot recently and I miss u alot sis. So sad wean't b in the same class. ANW, u rock. MUST DRAG JON ALONG K???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen: hei helen. Nice 2 see u here. I will tag at y'r blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAnTinG: WHAT goondo. Not goondo lar. It just looks like goon cos the go and the on is joint 2gether. Hei. u break my heart leh! (*sob sob*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuang: U should have known that I was crazy from the start (Grin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cass: Okay lar. I was just joking dun take is soo seriously. Sorri k?? Anw, ask stelly 2 tell jon the dtails of our trip k?? luv ya. Stay chheery alwayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya. syonara everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651633-108034659028340435?l=myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/108034659028340435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/108034659028340435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108034659028340435' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470593217721230366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651633.post-108020079011206791</id><published>2004-03-24T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T23:49:58.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NEWS AT MERMERS BLOG:&lt;br /&gt;Jon is NOT coming this friday but Danial is coming next week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whew!ate alot 2 dae, I am goin' 2 become a glutton soon :) &lt;br /&gt;My list of stuff I ate&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast: &lt;br /&gt;2 slices of bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess: &lt;br /&gt;2 slices of bread(with butter)&lt;br /&gt;2 types of vegetables from mix vege stall&lt;br /&gt;1 waffle&lt;br /&gt;1 hashbrown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 slices of bread with butter&lt;br /&gt;1 cha siew pao&lt;br /&gt;1 kaya bun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go0dness. I feel so fat now. Better excercise later lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that is about all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got messages 4 some of u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUIJIN: Sorri 2 kep 4 getting 2 put y'r name but believe it or not, i keep u'r name in mind. Pls thank y'r instructor for his kind help and BTW (blush blush) I do think highly of LJ :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meis: Thanks 4 making all these happen. U r the key factor 2 the success of this BLOG .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen: MISS U TOOOOOOOOOOO. We'd better take every chance we have got and pull jon gor gor along wiyth us this sat k???? Yeh we will do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cass: HEY CASS&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; what do u mean by do u plan 2 have any chicks. I dun have the right reproductive organs 2 bear chicks. ( *bish bish*) ANYWAE&gt; after this batch of eggs, the next batchwill probly hatch into nice fluffy chicks. U'd better stop by my house one day 2 see them when they r born k???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LI YING: where is the hug u promised me, HUH????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHONNIE: miss ya alot mum. Trace and I think u have nice legs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TrISH: Thanks 4 missing me.. I MISS U TOO&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; can't 4 get that u are soo cute. the days in OBS were well spent with u around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHU: Ya u r rite, I already have glasses but LJ really veri cute wad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mar: ya...I noe that u miss kenneth I miss jon 2. Same as all the other magellans u see in my tag board&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAI NAI: heiiii peer tutoring getting more and more fun luv it. About tagging at y'r blog more often, I will try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LJ: Thanks so much 4 tagging (*BIGGG HUG*) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651633-108020079011206791?l=myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/108020079011206791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/108020079011206791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108020079011206791' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470593217721230366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651633.post-108012547912908770</id><published>2004-03-24T02:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T02:57:38.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hai.my progress report was really sucky. Below expectations. I will try harder next time yah..withour 4 getting 2 have a little fun of cos. What is lf u study study and study again. Fun and laughter is the greatest thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 all my friends and relatives(dad mum.*wink*) and instructors who manage 2 come by this blog: REmember don't worry b happy. Live a great life k??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.`heard from my fren that jon may b coming this fri day.wow. GREAT .2 all magellans, YIPEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks choonie, trish, karen, june, janice, mar, ming, meis, nainai swan(dint noe there was such thing), dawn, melissa, and shu 4 vistiting my blog! Luv u all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOST IMPORTANTLY thanks LJ 4 tagging. Really appreciated it. LJ should be honoured to be the first instructor to tag at my blog. :) I luv u all magellans! U r my life. perhaps that is what I think lar..mayb u all dun think that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chickens have laid 8 eggs so far, I have eaten 7. mmm, btw these chickys are HIGH CLASS CHICKYS. No kidding. I feed them with chysenthenum petals DAILY. Good food comes great egges huh. My chickens rocks. May they lay more eggs 2 feed me on for the rest of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LJS tag:LJ: Erm ... thanks for thinking I am cute . ( Thinks you need glasses ) !  And ya , I am NOT coming NYGH . No reason to . Girls' school . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(well, i hope LJ stops underestimating his looks. he IS cute lor. and looks doesn't matter, it is character that maters. I want also to strongly stress the fact that LJ IS NOT A GAY. even though he wears a hair clip. He has a great heart and is a great instructor. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...thats all 4 the day&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am making a song dedication to magellan. We must NEVER forget the enjoyable 5 days we had together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young&lt;br /&gt;I never needed anyone&lt;br /&gt;And making love was just for fun&lt;br /&gt;Those days are gone&lt;br /&gt;Livin’ alone&lt;br /&gt;I think of all the friends I’ve known&lt;br /&gt;When I dial the telephone&lt;br /&gt;Nobody’s home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All by myself&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wanna be&lt;br /&gt;All by myself&lt;br /&gt;Anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to be sure&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel so insecure&lt;br /&gt;And loves so distant and obscure&lt;br /&gt;Remains the cure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All by myself&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wanna be&lt;br /&gt;All by myself&lt;br /&gt;Anymore&lt;br /&gt;All by myself&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wanna live&lt;br /&gt;All by myself&lt;br /&gt;Anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young&lt;br /&gt;I never needed anyone&lt;br /&gt;Making love was just for fun&lt;br /&gt;Those days are gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All by myself&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wanna be&lt;br /&gt;All by myself&lt;br /&gt;Anymore&lt;br /&gt;All by myself&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wanna live&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wanna live&lt;br /&gt;By myself, by myself&lt;br /&gt;Anymore&lt;br /&gt;By myself&lt;br /&gt;Anymore&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;All by myself&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wanna live&lt;br /&gt;I never, never, never&lt;br /&gt;Needed anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651633-108012547912908770?l=myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/108012547912908770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/108012547912908770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108012547912908770' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470593217721230366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651633.post-107995683939491498</id><published>2004-03-22T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T04:04:04.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Todae was a GREAT day 4 me… Saw our Magellan photos during recess. We all look so nice in them and Jon looked fabulous with his sun glasses. By the way LJ and danial are stopping by nanyang this Friday 2 pass their watches the NYAA booklets. I think I wanna kapo abit. LJ is kind of cute u noe. Lucky them, Why isn’t Jon gor gor coming????  So sad (* sob sob *) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard from my friend about choon and realized that he is not too bad after all. Mr friend was alone with him one of the days, and she asked him why he wanted to be an OBS instructor. Choon replied that he does not like the rigid life style and loves out doors. Moreover, he said that the criteria for OBS instructors are very stringent and that it is stressful. WoW!! Such meaningful words. Mmm. so life as an obs instructor is actually not really a piece of cake huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the days, he even started talking about star constellations in the sky. I think that is very romantic: looking at the sky and taking about star constellations. J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized, only today, how fun peer tutoring is. It is actually SOOO meaningful. Got 2 noe 2 new tutees today. One is Wei xiang and the other, herry. They r kind of nice, except a little quiet. But towards the end of the day, they start to get chatting and more relaxed. PEER TUTORING ROCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I’ll end of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Magellan rocks&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;special thanks to all the people who tagged. &lt;br /&gt;tributes 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dawn - thanks mum&lt;br /&gt;shu - thanks again shu&lt;br /&gt;ming - nice 2 see u&lt;br /&gt;huijin - I am sooo srri never link u 4 give me k???(* pout pout*)&lt;br /&gt;wanting - hey wanting nice 2 see u here&lt;br /&gt;janice - BF, Luv u so much 4 compiling the songs 4 us.. magellan rocks totally&lt;br /&gt;meiSIII - LUV U SO MUCH 4 helping me in my blog&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 tagging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ending here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6651633-107995683939491498?l=myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/107995683939491498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6651633/posts/default/107995683939491498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myheartwillgoon.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107995683939491498' title=''/><author><name>melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04470593217721230366</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651633.post-107986148016708037</id><published>2004-03-21T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T03:56:53.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have FINALLY created a new blog. Seems kind of plain at the moment but will do something 2 it later. I have lots of things 2 say on OBS. Don’t think I can squeeze everything in one blog so I will only focus on the nice parts the funny, sweet ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the hall chatting to june about AMI  when I saw this really tall instructor with really nice long legs. He was wearing that obs red polo t-shirt. Seemed really really attractive. If I am not wrong, he was the first instructor to catch my eye. J Yew tong. My buddy watch, junko, instructor. I cannot believe he is 194! I have never seen such a tall person face 2 face in my life. His height makes him seem pretty hot . (* dawnie, I really think u and him very compatible leh. U 174 he 194*) That is what I think. I heard hes got a really great character too. One friend told she cannot imagine a guy can actually b so sensitive and caring. Yew tong also has this ear ring on his right ear, making him seem pretty cute J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Enough about yew tong. Lets get back 2 my watch, Magellan. This is a GREAT watch. I think we are the BEST mobile watch is OBS. We are SOOO united. And we have a GREAT instructor. Uncle Jon gor gor. We started off calling him Uncle Jon. But he seemed displeased about it because it made him seem SOOO old. So, we changed to calling him JON gor gor. It is unbelievable that Jon gor gor has been our instructor for JUST 5 days and he has driven us nuts. He is SOOO good. Honestly, if I want a boy friend next time, I would not mind if he is. (*blush*) ya! My requirements are quite high, really. Must be, caring, sensitive, sweet, cool, sporty, must know how to kayak, must love singing, must be generous and lovable 2. Most importantly, he must be strong and have the ability 2 fight and protect me. *grin *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ODE TO june ,jack, Yolanda, Karen, Janice, Cassandra, choonie, yuan yuan, stelly, Geraldine, liying, li qun, trish and yaqi &lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much 4 spending that 2 enjoyable days with me. U all are my sunshines . Make me happy when skys are grey. U all never know how much I luv u all. I know I may seem lame but a BIG HUG and a BIG MUSHY KISS 2 all of u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one thing that I will never 4 get that happened in this camp. Well, when we were at the ooloo campsite, me and jack could not sleep in the night so we went out 4 a walk at about 2 to 3 o clock in the morning. WE went over 2 the instructer’s tent side 2 sleep cos it was facing the sea and the scenery was beautiful. When we reached there, we caught sight something that looked obviously like a rolled up sleeping mat at the side of the instructors tents. We went up to it 2 take a look. Jack swore she saw toes in it. We walked away , keeping in mind that its was only a rolled up sleeping mat. Then we went over again and got a shock of our lives when a head suddenly popped out of the what supposed 2 b a rolled up sleeping mat and said ,Yes Girls! That was so freaky! Imagine in the middle of the night, a head suddenly pops up of a rolled up sleeping mat and says hey girls. What could be more freakier than that. Thinking about it. Dont you think that instructor is a bit crazy, he did not sleep with the other instructors in the tents provided but instead rolled himself up in a sleeping mat and slept outside. No kidding. He really ROLLED himself up in the sleeping mat. Remember how you rolled in the pegs when keeping your tents. He was like the pegs. J Who is this funny instructor. He was LJ, huijins instructor. He is certainly one of a kind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well jack said something when we were lying there beside the instructors tents. I asked jack, who is one person you would not mind being stranded with on an island.You guess what jack said ? She said Jon gor gor. And we were speaking so loudly that I could swear LJ heard it cos he was not sleeping in the tents. Luckily, he did not tell Jon gor gor that. Otherwise, it would b very embarrassing 4 jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Enough for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBS rocks . I luv it. &lt;br /&gt;GuideI am going crazy. Better end know before its 2 lates rocks.&lt;br /&gt;Magellan rocks&lt;br /&gt;Jon GOR GOR rocks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is freedom within, there is freedom without&lt;br /&gt;Try to catch the deluge in a paper cup&lt;br /&gt;There's a battle ahead, many battles are lost&lt;br /&gt;But you'll never see the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;While you're traveling with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey now, hey now&lt;br /&gt;Don't dream it's over&lt;br /&gt;Hey now, hey now&lt;br /&gt;When the world comes in&lt;br /&gt;They come, they come&lt;br /&gt;To build a wall between us&lt;br /&gt;We know they won't win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm towing my car, there's a hole in the roof&lt;br /&gt;My possessions are causing me suspicion but there's no proof&lt;br /&gt;In the paper today tales of war and of waste&lt;br /&gt;But you turn right over to the T.V. page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm walking again to the beat of a drum&lt;br /&gt;And I'm counting the steps to the door of your heart&lt;br /&gt;Only shadows ahead barely clearing the roof&lt;br /&gt;Get to know the feeling of liberation and relief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey now, hey now&lt;br /&gt;Don't dream it's over&lt;br /&gt;Hey now, hey now&lt;br /&gt;When the world comes in&lt;br /&gt;They come, they come&lt;br /&gt;To build a wall between us&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever let them win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't put any apostrephes and inverted commas cos they appear funny on my blog :) strange lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks meisi 4 helping. 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