<?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-4013233028996275083</id><updated>2012-02-17T03:25:40.016+08:00</updated><category term='NDP'/><category term='Ballet'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='academics'/><category term='plurk'/><category term='resolutions'/><category term='Badminton'/><category term='food'/><category term='HSM2'/><category term='twilight'/><category term='eclipse'/><category term='edward'/><category term='hyper'/><title type='text'>MAUREEN IS GOD</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>184</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-1740923262752492601</id><published>2008-09-21T16:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T16:36:30.675+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plurk'/><title type='text'>Plurk</title><content type='html'>Blogger should totally endorse Plurk 'cos it just earned itself another blogger who's going to post all her public posts here again! 'cos of Plurk. I hope. So yea, if you wanna read my private posts, and I think you're trustworthy enough to let you into my deepest and darkest things in my life, I'll accept you otherwise, keep waiting. So, public posts, here. Private there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End, time for history I hope. GL for Geog and Hist students! T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun plurking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-1740923262752492601?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/1740923262752492601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=1740923262752492601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/1740923262752492601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/1740923262752492601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/09/plurk.html' title='Plurk'/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-1101663754824682573</id><published>2008-07-17T18:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T18:46:43.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='edward'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eclipse'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged here since eons. Have mostly been blogging at amour-amaur. Which isn't a good sign 'cos it means that I have a lot of issues that I can't let the masses know. Haha. One less serious one is probably my obssession with Edward Cullen. A little late for it though, 'cos everyone seems to be through with it and I'm still stuck there. I watch him every day at least 15 times. Rewinding each time to the part where he turns and wanted to saev Bella in the new official Twilight scene that have been released. LOL There's like months more till Twilight movie is coming out LOL LOL LOL super can't wait. Okay, I shall go catch up on Twilight news now since I haven't been online for the past few days 'cos I was reading Eclipse. I'm still reading now BTW. ZOMGGGG! EDWARD!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-1101663754824682573?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/1101663754824682573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=1101663754824682573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/1101663754824682573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/1101663754824682573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-havent-blogged-here-since-eons.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-2693625551913992538</id><published>2008-07-14T17:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T18:03:22.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3 EDWARD</title><content type='html'>Mdm Arfah was just talking about the next LA test next week. SIAN~~~ I don't like writing essasys for tests/exams. She was talking about identity and gender roles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help thinking (or you could say laughing) at someone who is so confused about hers/his. Well what can I say? Poor asexual/bisexual. It's probably so confused that I don't even know if it's an a or a bi. That's sad, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay if you don't understand what I'm talking about. 'Cos you probably can't. I'm being very discreet here, 'cos if I wanted to post something more direct, I'll be locked at my LJ. Okay people time to go study for Maths CT tmr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-2693625551913992538?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/2693625551913992538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=2693625551913992538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/2693625551913992538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/2693625551913992538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/07/3-edward.html' title='&lt;3 EDWARD'/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-7396832277144640524</id><published>2008-07-08T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T21:07:03.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Though I should be posting the public posts here, but i was at my LJ just now so I just went ahead and post there and locked it somemore. So yea, I updated my happenings in the past MIA days haha. Oh and I just heard from a tv program mumw as watching. This monk from somewhere. They're allowed meat but other than meat, they're not allowed to kill. LOL like wth irony haha. Okay I just realise their llama haha. They get to go home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-7396832277144640524?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/7396832277144640524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=7396832277144640524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/7396832277144640524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/7396832277144640524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/07/though-i-should-be-posting-public-posts.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-3717694470394522367</id><published>2008-06-29T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T21:03:50.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry I'm kind of bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you like anyone?: ya haha&lt;br /&gt;2. Do they know it?: ya duh.&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you want to tell him/her?: he also know liao what tell for what haha&lt;br /&gt;4. Had sex: WHAT DO YOU THINK? LOL OBVIOUSLY....NOT!&lt;br /&gt;5. Bought something: ya. who hasn't?&lt;br /&gt;6. Gotten sick?: ya haha&lt;br /&gt;7. Been hugged?: yes.&lt;br /&gt;8. Felt stupid?: haha many times.&lt;br /&gt;9. Talked to an ex: um yea, i'm actually good friends with them&lt;br /&gt;10. Missed someone: ya, hahaha I'm missing them now.&lt;br /&gt;11. Failed a test: ya welcome to secondary school life&lt;br /&gt;12. Kissed someone: ya haha&lt;br /&gt;13. Danced: everydayyyyy~&lt;br /&gt;14. Gotten your hair cut?: ya otherwise I'll be a pontianak&lt;br /&gt;15. Lied: haha ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNIQUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Nervous habits?: stutter and not look people in the eye&lt;br /&gt;17. Are you double jointed?: what's that!&lt;br /&gt;18. Can you roll your tongue?: yep&lt;br /&gt;19. Can you raise one eyebrow?: uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;20. Can you cross your eyes?: ya haha&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you make your bed daily?: nopes. I don't have the habit of doing my bed.&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you think you are unique: um well, I have a unique thumbprint? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER'S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Said "I Love you": yea hahaha&lt;br /&gt;24. Given money to a homeless person: haha ya.&lt;br /&gt;25. Smoked?: nopes, I don't like it&lt;br /&gt;26. Waited all night for a phone call?: um, if you count after 12 am then yes&lt;br /&gt;27. Snuck out?: lol no.&lt;br /&gt;28. Sat and looked at the stars?: LOL we do that during leadership camps right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANNERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you swear/curse?: yes, but very little now.&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you ever spit?: habitually, no.  before, yes.&lt;br /&gt;31. You cook your own food?: I can't cook for nuts.&lt;br /&gt;32. You do your own chores?: um no...&lt;br /&gt;33. You like beef jerky?: isn't that like dog food?!&lt;br /&gt;34. You have dining ettiquettes?: um trying to fulfil them.&lt;br /&gt;35. You're happy with your life?: trying to be.&lt;br /&gt;36. You own a dog?: used to. but she's gone now....&lt;br /&gt;37. You spend your money wisely?: kind of. I think a lot before buying something. not an impulse buyer.&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you like to swim?: yea, i swim every week.&lt;br /&gt;39. When you get bored do you call a friend: um yea i used to do that, except that I made that person call me instead.&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you dig your nose in public?: nopes hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU PREFER'S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Flowers or angels?: angels&lt;br /&gt;42. Gray or black?: black&lt;br /&gt;43. Color or black and white photos?: colour 'cos if I want it black and white, I can edit it later&lt;br /&gt;44. Lust or love?: love. 'cos it's morally right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-3717694470394522367?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/3717694470394522367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=3717694470394522367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/3717694470394522367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/3717694470394522367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-sorry-im-kind-of-bored-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-3971815818181157875</id><published>2008-06-28T11:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T11:59:37.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to watch B-BOYZ AND THE BALLERINA. The ballet part wasn't good, but the Bboy and popping was damn good. Everytime they danced, everyone would be cheering. It was like super high. LOL. I went with AP, Alisa, Chak, Ping Teck and Kenneth. Even though I don't know Chak or Kenneth. Haha. Anyway, while Alisa was trying on her dress, I saw this short gladiators at Topshop. Damn nice. Probably the first time where I see something I like from Topshop, other than the male wallet which I like but it's so thin and no coin storage space, so I wouldn't buy it for sure. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to B-BOYZ AND BALLERINA after our dinner at Macs, where I only had a large fries and I can't finish it. LOL. I feel sinful, 'cos I'm eating one large fries by myself whereas everyone else had a burger haha. mann~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I really like the blue guy. I'm choosing to believe that he's doing the heart sign to me. Aww man so cute. But when he's taking photos, he was like at the back and so lonely. =( I feel so sad. I was comtemplating if should go queue and take a pic with him and doing the heart sign ahaha. MANNNNN~ Shh don't tell Z.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh and I was so enthusiastic and high about b-boy that I went home and start trying my babyfreeze at 12 am. Haha. And I actually managed to do it in one try! Haha super happy. I did them twice then I went to sleep haha. K people I'm going to blog a private post now hahaa seeya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-3971815818181157875?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/3971815818181157875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=3971815818181157875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/3971815818181157875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/3971815818181157875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-went-to-watch-b-boyz-and-ballerina.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-1527394436222886419</id><published>2008-06-26T20:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T20:55:53.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the last day of Studio Wu. Was really damn sad. 'cos I seriously want to learnt the next part for strip tease. But Mazlan is not one of the main teachers there, and he's only there when Kate Wilis isn't -- which is actually everytime of the last month. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl and I wasn't hungry and we wanted to do our mtahs homework which has a lot of mistakes in it =/ Haha after finishing it, we went to the back door of your classroom and started trying to dance strip tease, something like the recap. LOL Then suddenly I just turned and got the shock of my life, I saw Ping Teck peering through the small window. Totally scare me la, stalker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AP tried teaching us krumping. But it's kind of like my first few times doing it. Actually I think yesterday was my first in Studio Wu doing krumps 'cos I never got the guts to do it and though it looks nice, but if you can't do it well, you'll look like crap totally. Okay, I'm so gonna achieve it. By doing it everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Alisa told me that if I were to try splitting everyday, I'll be able to go down in probably a month's time 'cos I'm like &lt;------&gt; close to the ground. Haha LOL okay, I'm so going to do it. Heh heh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-1527394436222886419?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/1527394436222886419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=1527394436222886419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/1527394436222886419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/1527394436222886419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/06/yesterday-was-last-day-of-studio-wu.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-6472348743407687211</id><published>2008-06-25T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T22:04:21.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from dance at Studio Wu. Didn't get to see Kate Wilis for the entire one month we were there? Wth but thank god today we had all the bestest teachers that I've been under. Choonhui taught us Pop Jazz, which I like. And she helped us with the warm up for Girl's Hip Hop 'cos apparently Kate was late(then she didn't come in the end). We had Mazlan(sp?) for Girl's Hip Hop. Though he's a guy, but he's really really really good. He continued the choreo that was taught last week when we were under him. I think it's 'cos it was too last minute for him to come out with new choreo. I'm so glad that I did not forget this dance LOL it was nice though last week I was completely struggling with it. But haha, he taught another eight to the choreo. And he didn't fail all of us. I think this should be the dance which I would never want to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST DAY FOR STUDIO WU. Though I really want to continue but exams coming in a few months time =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-6472348743407687211?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/6472348743407687211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=6472348743407687211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/6472348743407687211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/6472348743407687211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-came-back-from-dance-at-studio-wu.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-5178935288857299797</id><published>2008-06-24T18:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T18:48:54.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School today was alright. Did filming and ate lots of things during filming. Super glutton-y! Man I only feel the fats like now. I still wanted to eat the famous and really nice wanton noodles. T.T man~ Shall go back some day to eat again hehe~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to post at &lt;a href="http://amour-amaur.livejournal.com/"&gt;LJ&lt;/a&gt; now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-5178935288857299797?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/5178935288857299797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=5178935288857299797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/5178935288857299797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/5178935288857299797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/06/school-today-was-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-3117753971722894686</id><published>2008-06-23T18:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T18:45:45.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time to relive maureeeen.blogspot.com! LOL I feel so foreign to Blogger now that I've moved almost permanently to LiveJournal. But I feel kind of sad and excited when I realise that I'm still getting an average of ten views each day though this blog is pratically stagnant LOL. And what the hell I had people searching mong chin badminton , "maureen yeoh" blog ending up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL why would people search "maureen yeoh" blog?! Mong Chin badminton I can understand I guess haha. But why "maureen yeoh" blog and what the fuck perhentian bikini mannnn hahah sickos haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be trying out the I Love Apple blog competition soon organised by Nuffnang when I'm free! Hopefully by today! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-3117753971722894686?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/3117753971722894686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=3117753971722894686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/3117753971722894686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/3117753971722894686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/06/time-to-relive-maureeeen.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-6619018652350062178</id><published>2008-05-27T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T22:31:23.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Badminton Team dinner 2008</title><content type='html'>I'm thankful to Miss fang for being so understanding and exempting me from this years leisure camp 'cos I cannot imagine myself going through 3 days(?) in school, doing lame stuff and worst of all facing two very *rolls eye* people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going for the dinner is still something which I dread(though it's over already) but I had a very lousy appetite 'cos I was sitting just one seat away from those two and I just can't find something that's nice enough to make me feel like eating. LAWL. Thanks Kenny for keeping messaging me 'cos I think he's scared that I'll be bored haha. But I wasn't I was just keeping myself occupied with my handphone game hahaha. Was playing diner dash LAWL. Oh and I also want to thank the Sec twos cos they totally made a small letter to each and every member of the badminton team hee~ it was nice hahah though I didn't look very nice in the photos but it was still nice of you guys to do that :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However this dinner also marks the end of badminton in my entire life probably. Even if it isn't, I'm just going to play them leisurely like once in 3 months or so? Haha, 'cos I'd rather join those loser CCAs than face three people(maybe only twp nexty year, but still) for another two more years. LAWL. GO MAUREEN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-6619018652350062178?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/6619018652350062178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=6619018652350062178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/6619018652350062178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/6619018652350062178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/05/badminton-team-dinner-2008.html' title='Badminton Team dinner 2008'/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-8171364368568904335</id><published>2008-05-20T19:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T17:54:28.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Please help me to choose a nice fringe!!! Go &lt;a href="http://amour-amaur.livejournal.com"&gt;amour-amaur&lt;/a&gt; now!(Just hover over the amour-amaur and click!) I made it public! PLease tell me your advices or comments. And better still if you have pictures of people with nice fringes, send me! So that I can take a look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOGOGO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-8171364368568904335?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/8171364368568904335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=8171364368568904335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/8171364368568904335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/8171364368568904335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/05/please-help-me-to-choose-nice-fringe-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-984646797656703201</id><published>2008-05-19T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T23:37:36.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Posted on amour-amaur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outing with ZEEs cancelled. So went out with Lester and Freddy. More details there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling out to all students. Nanyang Girls' High is holding a fund-raising for Child@st11. If anyone interested please SMS me or email me or MSN me for more details. CIP hours will be credited accordingly. Please help thank you. it will be during June hols and July I think. They need volunteers to help out in fund raising and/or bonanzas like thingy. Please ask me for details. Child@st11 is a good organisation, trust me! Check out their &lt;a href="http://street11.org.sg/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; if you need to!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-984646797656703201?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/984646797656703201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=984646797656703201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/984646797656703201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/984646797656703201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/05/posted-on-amour-amaur-outing-with-zees.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-1096174505858881356</id><published>2008-05-17T18:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:20:38.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Posted on &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/amour-amaur.livejournal.com"&gt;amour-amaur&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I got to go for ballet already running tata people! LOVES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT]Just realised how screwed this previous post was so I edited it. Sorry! So at least now it's legible hahah! K, I don't think I'll be coming online today so yea, SMS me or what k. REEEEEALLLLYYYY looking forward to outing with ZEEs tomorrow :D:D:D Haven't been out with them for a loooong time![/EDIT]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-1096174505858881356?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/1096174505858881356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=1096174505858881356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/1096174505858881356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/1096174505858881356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/05/posted-on-amour-amaur-okay-i-got-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-8383969995589096614</id><published>2008-05-16T15:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T17:51:35.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woohoo! I'm back I'm back! If you've been wondering why haven't I blogged at Blogger or Livejournal, it's because I wasn't in Singapore. I was in Johor, Malaysia having some school camp while you other mortals of my age are busy mugging hard for your mid-years! Haha. This camp is probably one of the best adventure camps I've ever been in. Seriously! It's a loooooooooot better than what I expected. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more details, go &lt;a href="http://amour-amaur.livejournal.com/"&gt;amour-amaur&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many many loves,&lt;br /&gt;Maureeeeeeen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-8383969995589096614?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/8383969995589096614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=8383969995589096614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/8383969995589096614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/8383969995589096614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/05/woohoo-im-back-im-back-if-youve-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-2313860654112713868</id><published>2008-05-07T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T21:22:37.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I'm going to die sooon. Like really soon. Hais, I think I'm going to make my Livejournal private. If you want to read, add me as a friend then. Haha, since this is so, I think it's okay to say the link now. Amour-amaur.livejournal.com! nice name right haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so going to fail my English and History and will probably get retained. Damn. Even when I'm improving so much on my Sciences. Fuck. Everything's back to square one if I don't buck up on my Enghlish. Can anyone like tell me how to improve on my English?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-2313860654112713868?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/2313860654112713868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=2313860654112713868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/2313860654112713868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/2313860654112713868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-think-im-going-to-die-sooon.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-8275831187337414822</id><published>2008-05-06T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T21:48:13.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damnnnnn tired. I don't know why but these few days, though there wasn't any stressing out 'cos no more tests(YAY!) but I seem to be really really tired. =( Keep sleeping and too lazy to use the computer. Computer just seems to be losing it's force on me. Anyway, I went to AMK as usual for Service Learning again. It's the second last session and tomorrow will be the last. =( I think I'm going to miss Hui Thong(though somehow she seemed brainwashed and stuff), Darren, Max, Yong Quan, Dave and many many more a lot a lot. =( So sad.... i guess I'm probably meeting them tomorrow. Haha, btw digress, I went to meet APRIL! after the CIP today at AMK Hub. LOL, she's still taller than me though she did not grew at all T.T And she's damn super skinny. Lawl. The last time I met her was last year CNY I think when I saw her while having dinner at some restaurant with my family and she was there too. She lives in AMK and I live in Tanah Merah so it's really really far that's why we couldn't meet up very often. She's my Primary One classmate/bestfriend who transfered school when she haven't even completed her P1 with me. WTH. And we found each other using Friendster. Cool, huh! Haha. So close and never run out of topic to gossip/talk about. Damn seh. And at AMK Hub, I bought the box-like kind of pencil case. Haha. Mine's pinky and double layered. Too bad there wasn't any Hello Kitty ones though I did saw a very beautiful HK long wallet which I presumed is original Sanrio 'cos the price also very beautiful like 3 digits. And no decimals. Damn chio can I woulc have bought it if it's like 30$. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manzzzz I'm so bored and sian now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-8275831187337414822?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/8275831187337414822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=8275831187337414822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/8275831187337414822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/8275831187337414822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/05/damnnnnn-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-5316566387627282480</id><published>2008-05-01T21:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T22:04:18.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went out today and I bought this very adorable Charmmy Kitty pen haha not really it's actually Pilot's Hi-Tec but it has this pink Charmmy kitty on it hahah Damn happy. Mong Chin didn't buy my Hello Kitty lunchbox even though she went Vivo today urgh. Nevermind, I've asked Z to get it for me hahah. And another thing is that I've reserved my Hello Kitty optical mouse from kittymall.bs.com hahaha Waiting for my mum to come back to give me the go ahead right now ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-5316566387627282480?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/5316566387627282480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=5316566387627282480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/5316566387627282480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/5316566387627282480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-went-out-today-and-i-bought-this-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-7896356823708096662</id><published>2008-04-30T18:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T18:07:00.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heh, the reason why I'm hardly seen at Blogger nowadays is that 'cos I'm probably posting at my Livejournal or doing some other shit and not using the comp. But, I think I'll still keep this blog here and still post here(I'm trying to do it regularly!). If you want my LJ account, hmm, I don't know? Ask me? That should be the best. I'm still thinking if I should go Friends Only for my LJ, that would be great right? Since I already have one public blog. Give me some opinions yea? Haha. Thanks many many! I'm going to VIWAWA! loves&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-7896356823708096662?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/7896356823708096662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=7896356823708096662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/7896356823708096662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/7896356823708096662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/04/heh-reason-why-im-hardly-seen-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-509982220974269079</id><published>2008-04-24T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T21:26:48.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RRRRRRRRIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please kindly tell me that my life sucks please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, turns out that I STILL fucking have four more trainings to go before I can officially step down. DESPAIRRRR. HAVE TO FUCKING CONTINUE EVEN WHEN EVERYONE ELSE CAN STOP 'COS I FREAKING DON'T HAVE THE ATTENDANCE WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walao eh, I seriously feel like I don't want to care about the CCA points liao. zzzz. With a month more of training, my 4 H2 is GG. Yay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to fucking fail all the subjects and retain and mug my way through next year for the freaking Os URGHHHHH hate my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K off to the guide. complete waste of time serious&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-509982220974269079?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/509982220974269079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=509982220974269079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/509982220974269079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/509982220974269079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/04/rrrrrrrright.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-8016569709907590896</id><published>2008-04-22T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T20:53:05.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, life isn't as bad as I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandra told me that Miss fang says I can step down from the CCA(urgh, badminton) as soon as I cleared all my trainings debt. Yay, that's something to look forward to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I don't have to see 3 people whom I detest the most in my entire life. and what can I say? Surprisingly, it's not coach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I feel kind of indebted 'cos JL's been asking me to go back to training in a really nice and friendly manner. Something which I haven't seen him towards me since Sec One. Hmm, what can I say, I'm sorry. He keeps telling me that there are not going to be enough people next year for A Div. But it's not like if I join, I'll get to play or what. But if people asks again, I'll consider staying. MAYBE consider.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-8016569709907590896?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/8016569709907590896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=8016569709907590896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/8016569709907590896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/8016569709907590896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/04/well-life-isnt-as-bad-as-i-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-5717686707335354596</id><published>2008-04-22T19:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T19:19:37.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do I feel so useless, fucked up and irritated again? All the fucking shits are all coming back to me. Fuck, why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my life and everyone around me. I don't feel any warmth, much less love from people around me. Probably just from Z but I don't get it. I don't seem to have any fucking friends. No one who cares and no one who really is my friend. Hate everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-5717686707335354596?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/5717686707335354596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=5717686707335354596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/5717686707335354596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/5717686707335354596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-do-i-feel-so-useless-fucked-up-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-5931552694583902749</id><published>2008-04-22T16:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T17:09:42.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my god my mum just asked me what's the sound I'll make if I choke. Haha, well i don't exactly make any sound, do I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I fell asleep at 6.35pm yesterday 'cos I was too tired from The Guide so I set the alarm to 7pm(I know! Not very feasible, but I was hoping I would not fall too deep into sleep?) I think I turned the alarm off in my dreams =/ And I only woke up around 10 plus when my mum comes home and telling my sister why didn't she wake me up for dinner. Haha. And I jerked up, thinking that it's time for school. Totally forgot that I was taking a nap. Urgh. Talk about hallucination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, forgot about the CIP till today when Alisa and Bolong came after me. Haha. Turns out that I need to brief the class on the flowers petals making. If anyone happens to read, please please please inform your team mates that each Wednesday group people HAVE to make AT LEAST 20 flowers petals of different colours! Thanks many many. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of switching to LJ, is it better? 'cos Blogger's kind of booooring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-5931552694583902749?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/5931552694583902749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=5931552694583902749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/5931552694583902749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/5931552694583902749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-my-god-my-mum-just-asked-me-whats.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-731743194198684623</id><published>2008-04-20T14:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T14:32:08.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm currently in katong shopping mall studying with my sister while waiting for tuition at three to start. Really surprised that such a ulu place also has connection really strong ones somemore LOL I'm sitting beside a jamming shop now and its so cool to jam! I really feel like getting the hk guitar and start a band now LOL hee okay I gtg bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-731743194198684623?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/731743194198684623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=731743194198684623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/731743194198684623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/731743194198684623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-currently-in-katong-shopping-mall.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-2880569719673418162</id><published>2008-04-19T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T23:13:47.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Talking about Hello Kitty, I just realised that since young I've loved Hello Kitty and it's just that the recent years, I was more 'man' so I didn't really show it or whatsoever. Oh, once Z and I was walking/shopping at Peninsula Plaza(I think?) I saw this Hello Kitty guitar it was like 100$ I think. I was really really tempted to buy 'cos its damn damn nice and cute LOL And it's pink!LOL there's even a &lt;a href="http://www.fenderhellokitty.com/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; for the Hello Kitty guitars! I didn't know it came in black too! But I think the pink ones cooler haha! Still teach you how to play somemore! My god1 I wantttttt~! And I just found more different designs of the Hello Kitty guitars Walao all also so nice make me so T.T Really want to buy and somemore got electric guitar one la Walao I like electric guitar =/ I really really really (x infinity) want to show you all the pictures of all the guitars(I have them in my laptop already!) but stupid blogger keep telling me internal problem cannot load. WTHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, either I'll upload them another time or you all can just google image search HK guitars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, I got myself a Hello Kitty email and blog somemore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:rynezzie@hellokitty.com"&gt;rynezzie@hellokitty.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.hellokitty.com/rynezzie"&gt;http://blog.hellokitty.com/rynezzie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU TELL ME COOL NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best thing is there is Hello Kitty Credit Card! I want leh~~~ It's like black and has HK face on it! Must be 18 or above to apply. T.T 2 MORE YEARS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, enough of the cats without mouths. HAH Shall edit if I see anything more interesting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-2880569719673418162?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/2880569719673418162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=2880569719673418162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/2880569719673418162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/2880569719673418162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/04/talking-about-hello-kitty-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-6975505104256530118</id><published>2008-04-19T12:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T12:41:08.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uh, I lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't went to start doing my work right after the blog post. Instead I went blogshopping again. AND I'M REALLY GLAD I DID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(AP I think you'll love this too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this Hello Kitty shop selling all the super cute Hello Kitty stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally giggling to myself(I don't know why either) when I found it. LAWL I WANT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kittymall.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.kittymall.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOGO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-6975505104256530118?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/6975505104256530118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=6975505104256530118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/6975505104256530118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/6975505104256530118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/04/uh-i-lied.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-530812516507300606</id><published>2008-04-19T12:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T12:25:53.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hais i think I'm starting to get hooked onto blogshopping. T.T Made me really feel like going out shopping today but mum's not free urgh. I want to get a bag! A sling/tote bag that can be used to school hahaha or going out. Best if it's versatile haha. Oh well, hopefully my Crumpler comes in soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like getting down to do some work. And there's going to be a freaking LA test on the Guide next Tues! Aww, damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-530812516507300606?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/530812516507300606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=530812516507300606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/530812516507300606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/530812516507300606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/04/hais-i-think-im-starting-to-get-hooked.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-7463801753667564202</id><published>2008-04-18T18:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T19:16:11.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOL I suddenly realised in school today that Daren has already got an album out ages ago and I haven't got it. AWW DAMN. Haven't been online recently 'cos uh... I'm kind of lazy and I was just loading music and songs into my beloved touch! Alisa and I watch part 1 out of 6 of Warlords on the train today. Some guy just kind of exploded whilst standing in front of the cannon. HAH. I feel sadistic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was actually thinking of having lunch with Z at Grillers today after school. Turns out that he actually had a date. Kind of. With his male companions/sidekicks/I-don't-know-what-to-call-them-seriously. but anyway, just his usual gang. At KFC. T.T I love KFCs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I didn't take any lunch today so it kind of made me feel a lot better. make up for the day before's two consecutive meals of KFC for lunch and dinner. Utterly sinful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's candy floss sales, though just the recesses, was wayyyyy better than yesterday's sales after school. Is Dunmanians starting to get a life and not stay in the canteen after school to study? (read: AP) LAWL. But that's not the point. Z bought candy floss from me! Happy happy. While I was getting high with Nicole and Veron on Nigahiga LAWL. Cheryl was completely LOL(as in literary) on the train while watching Nigahiga on my touch haha. WHY ARE THERE SO MANY COLOURS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, TGIF. I shall go drink some water. I hope there's milk! I think I'm taller 'cos i feel a lot more taller beside Fatty Ally. haha. Joking AP don't be sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-7463801753667564202?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/7463801753667564202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=7463801753667564202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/7463801753667564202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/7463801753667564202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/04/lol-i-suddenly-realised-in-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-3678762544984025466</id><published>2008-04-16T18:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T18:37:48.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Urgh that asshole guy from Apple shop who told me about the dvdtoipodtouch converter. Turns out I can only convert the first 5 minutes of the video 'cos I'll need to pay. And why doesn't Jol's and QH's iTouch can read the files they converted using videora. And mine can't DAMN I think it's the video difference is it? Shall borrow the disc from them and see if i can put it into my touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i just realised(sorry a bit lag) that Alisa and Fatty had dedicated one post each to me on my birthday! Haha, thanks many many loves! &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-3678762544984025466?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/3678762544984025466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=3678762544984025466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/3678762544984025466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/3678762544984025466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/04/urgh-that-asshole-guy-from-apple-shop.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-2330032687599795944</id><published>2008-04-16T17:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T17:31:00.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOL I just reach home. I went parkway after school to find the juzz1 guy about why my itouch cannot put vid in urgh then they tell me to try using dvdtoitouch instead of videora. Okay... So now one prob solved but I don't know why the touch cannot connect to internet in school LOL shall ask oli to help me configure tomorrow hee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-2330032687599795944?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/2330032687599795944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=2330032687599795944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/2330032687599795944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/2330032687599795944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/04/lol-i-just-reach-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-1125564150413838706</id><published>2008-04-14T17:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T18:04:47.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOL thanks to everyone who wished me happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thru SMS:&lt;br /&gt;Alisa, Cheryl, Kenny, Benjamin, Weihong, Olivia, Veronica, Junjie, Sandra, Bolong, Yuting, Pamela, Jolynn, Zile, Shu En, April, Liqin, Weixuan Kor, Yilin, Chulei, Huiyun, Fatty AP, Yimei, Woosie Pussie, Tsun's Laopo AKA Qianhui, Tzuh Hsiang, Jing Xuan, Alvin, Vivien, Pan Bin, Triston, Karis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thru calls:&lt;br /&gt;Darryl, Weixuan kor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thru internet:&lt;br /&gt;Tzelin, Cheng Qian, Lester, Jiajun, Gareth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's about all right? Tag to tell me if i left anyone out hahaa. Love! Going out now later coming back to do again ahahha. TTYL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-1125564150413838706?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/1125564150413838706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=1125564150413838706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/1125564150413838706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/1125564150413838706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/04/lol-thanks-to-everyone-who-wished-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-5475166516776519368</id><published>2008-04-12T16:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T16:16:48.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a nice sweet sixteen. I was looking forward to something more big haha like fun and laughter and lots of pampering myself. Turns out that all I'm going to do today is to just go do Qing Ming and ballet later on. Well at least I got my iTouch though it's only a 8gb one, but i think that should be enough for me haha. Not much pressies this year. =( Went down with Z to Crumpler at Raffles City after school in my chocolatey, vomit-smelling uniform with this deflated huge Winnie balloon only to find my red Barney Rustle Crumpler is out of stock. My sister just reminded me that I can get Crumplers at 77 Street oh ya. haha. I totally forgot about it. But I think buying from the main shop itself is better right? I can wait till 5 more weeks. That's what the salesgirl said. I'm downloading the converter now HEH! Hopefully I can put at least 2 videos in. HOPEFULLY! I'm only left with 5.6 gb and I only put less than 1/4 of my songs in Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the cake and balloon yesterday! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-5475166516776519368?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/5475166516776519368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=5475166516776519368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/5475166516776519368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/5475166516776519368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-nice-sweet-sixteen.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-3885803766315171601</id><published>2008-04-10T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T20:14:00.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was 2.4km run. For freaking Napfa. Hate running. Irritating foot. Stupid knee and it's rhuematism. Idiotic lousy stamina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more can I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think I kind of had super detemination which I never had before. Haha. I was struggling just to keep up with Siew Eng's and Eugene's pace. Got lapped by people and I was still trying to keep the pace. And I don't know how I did that, but I came in first for my class! As in the females part la. Luckily, Z didn't run haha 'cos otherwise i'll feel damn malu please. Haha well, he was counting the timings for me haha. At least from what I heard, I got an A haha. I was like super borderline like 13:++ when the A was like below 14:01 haha. Super slowwwww. (As wols as junjie! #inside joke#)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I wasn;t able to study for Physics test which is going to be tomorrow. OMGGGG. Okay, 'cos I got drunk by just downing one can of beer. Ya la I know I'm damn lousy la. Not really drunk but just kind of headache and tipsy. Somemore I totally just downed it. Like uh uh drink like a fish you know. Haha. Anyway, I'm just going to mug now haha. Okay hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: those who gave me presents today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit early but thanks. I don't know what else to say now, 'cos I'm not ready yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my NA XIAO ZI ZHEN SHUAI already! But sadly, it's different from the one I had. Urgh. So it's like I have half half of each haha. and even the lead's name are different! What happened to my ZHI YIN SHEN! GOODNESS. And I really don't know what to do with both now. Haha. Oh and the card! Even Miss Fang and Mrs Toh wrote lol haha thanks. Miss Fang wrote it in like Chinese? Super unexpected haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, super digress gotta go now, super late liao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-3885803766315171601?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/3885803766315171601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=3885803766315171601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/3885803766315171601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/3885803766315171601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/04/today-was-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-2698052750601243597</id><published>2008-04-09T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T21:32:45.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I doubt there's any homework today right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to take that as a no then. *yays*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first service learning thing haha. And I'm so proud I'm one of the few planning committee 'c0s I really really hardly do any of such in the past. Feeling so accomplished haha. Thanks Alisa, Bolong and Yuting and everyone else who have helped me in one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids at Child@St11 are incredibly cute and adorable. Haha. There are a few good looking ones too! Well, I'm not a pedophile like Clinton. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling bushed now and I can't help doing stupid and unrealistic personality quizzes on blogthings.com. I should start on Physics. Haha Okay, I should do it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday's in 3 days! And I know my birthday wish already. I want to reconcile with some people whom I fell out with. Some. Those whom I'm really close to before. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-2698052750601243597?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/2698052750601243597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=2698052750601243597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/2698052750601243597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/2698052750601243597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/04/okay-i-doubt-theres-any-homework-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-4703029261047352211</id><published>2008-04-08T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T20:18:02.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY GOD! I was just window shopping online again just now, and I saw this really cute dress from Victoria's Secret haha. Damn cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tdJQQgoAqws/R_tiNnYdmAI/AAAAAAAAAC8/IIyqemDfFMI/s1600-h/VSpurple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tdJQQgoAqws/R_tiNnYdmAI/AAAAAAAAAC8/IIyqemDfFMI/s320/VSpurple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186847381896665090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdJQQgoAqws/R_tiNHYdl_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/_-Ai0PE4SFI/s1600-h/VSyellow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdJQQgoAqws/R_tiNHYdl_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/_-Ai0PE4SFI/s320/VSyellow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186847373306730482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't able to decide which is better but purple looks cool to me. 'Cos I don't have much purples in my wardrobe hahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-4703029261047352211?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/4703029261047352211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=4703029261047352211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/4703029261047352211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/4703029261047352211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-god-i-was-just-window-shopping.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tdJQQgoAqws/R_tiNnYdmAI/AAAAAAAAAC8/IIyqemDfFMI/s72-c/VSpurple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-7594784989089030709</id><published>2008-04-08T18:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T18:42:37.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is interesting anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.veoh.com/videodetails2.swf?player=videodetailsembedded&amp;type=v&amp;permalinkId=v6604212rmGgeQg8&amp;id=anonymous" allowFullScreen="true" width="350" height="250" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.veoh.com/"&gt;Online Videos by Veoh.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-7594784989089030709?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/7594784989089030709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=7594784989089030709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/7594784989089030709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/7594784989089030709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-interesting-anyway.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-5443352736270481208</id><published>2008-04-08T18:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T18:25:41.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate everything around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fucking weather. I hate myself the most. I suck. Fuck. I seriously don't feel like living anymore. Even Z doesn't want to talk to me. Fuck la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, nevermind bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-5443352736270481208?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/5443352736270481208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=5443352736270481208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/5443352736270481208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/5443352736270481208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-hate-everything-around-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-9147149660604334927</id><published>2008-04-07T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T20:58:48.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn. I feel damn horrible, damn terrible, damn shitty right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasted my entire afternoon I wasn't even playing Viwawa I was still intending to! Gosh. I spent the last one hour on one paragraph on why Hitler is a master tactician and it's only one freaking point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm so going to chiong that DRAFT!!!! out now. I'm spending so much time on a freaking draft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Z has another girl on his MSN display picture! My god, I'm so going to kill him and make him change it into my picture instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah I was joking. It's some celebrity he says, but he can't be compared to me! Haha i'm still better looking right!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-9147149660604334927?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/9147149660604334927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=9147149660604334927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/9147149660604334927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/9147149660604334927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/04/damn.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-7908289284191730647</id><published>2008-04-07T16:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T16:56:04.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdJQQgoAqws/R_ng6XYdl-I/AAAAAAAAACs/5eT-Xy0nicI/s1600-h/img196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186423739207489506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdJQQgoAqws/R_ng6XYdl-I/AAAAAAAAACs/5eT-Xy0nicI/s320/img196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hee! A picture of me with Cheryl and Alisa just sent to me by Oli! Thanks Oli. Was just damn bored and too lazy to get doown to History. Urgh. I should stop proscratinating after my chiken rice. Haha. I don;t have a picture of me yet in this blog so far right? This is the virgin picture hahah! And I look so... ugly hahah. I look so blur and tired. LOL. That's on Kaleidoscope anyway. Okay, hopefully I'll get started on History soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-7908289284191730647?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/7908289284191730647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=7908289284191730647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/7908289284191730647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/7908289284191730647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/04/hee-picture-of-me-with-cheryl-and-alisa.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdJQQgoAqws/R_ng6XYdl-I/AAAAAAAAACs/5eT-Xy0nicI/s72-c/img196.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-5350190989620019986</id><published>2008-04-07T16:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T16:39:41.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Je I-reum mun maureen yin mi da</title><content type='html'>Kam sa ham mi dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I know my Korean isn't very good or whatsoever haha. Happy international friendship day anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like doing history. Seriously. Urgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-5350190989620019986?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/5350190989620019986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=5350190989620019986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/5350190989620019986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/5350190989620019986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/04/je-i-reum-mun-maureen-yin-mi-da.html' title='Je I-reum mun maureen yin mi da'/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-6217838525420532573</id><published>2008-04-06T21:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T21:27:10.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Craving: Milo McFlurry&lt;br /&gt;Listening: Yi Yan Shun Jian on replay&lt;br /&gt;Feel like: Playing Wahjong or Sushido on Viwawa but damn bushed. Talking about bushed, I feel like playing Bush hotdog game. T.T&lt;br /&gt;But Have To: Eat dinner which is MacDonald's&lt;br /&gt;Thinking: About being fat after eating Mac's&lt;br /&gt;Missing: Z and a few of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-6217838525420532573?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/6217838525420532573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=6217838525420532573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/6217838525420532573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/6217838525420532573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/04/craving-milo-mcflurry-listening-yi-yan.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-7197302662287833537</id><published>2008-04-06T19:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T19:12:28.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;LOL foind this, sick but funny haha.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186088499830167506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdJQQgoAqws/R_iwA3Ydl9I/AAAAAAAAACk/xck7Cm9Nc8M/s320/The_real_meaning_of_Traffic_signs1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-7197302662287833537?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/7197302662287833537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=7197302662287833537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/7197302662287833537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/7197302662287833537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/04/lol-foind-this-sick-but-funny-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdJQQgoAqws/R_iwA3Ydl9I/AAAAAAAAACk/xck7Cm9Nc8M/s72-c/The_real_meaning_of_Traffic_signs1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-8169512045180775868</id><published>2008-04-06T11:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T12:38:56.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With reference with my previous post, I would like to say that I'm willing to reconcile with one group of friends whereas, the other, 'friends', I should say, I don't intend to. Or maybe not so soon. But the thing is that, I wouldn't know how to react if you were to talk to me now. I'm ready to talk to you now but I don't want to put names, I'm only ready to talk to a few. If someone whom I doesn't want to talk to decides to talk to me. I'll probably get angry and have an MSN war or whatsoever. Or if I'm feeling more composed, I mihgt just dao you or give you short and cyrt replies. That's all I have to say. And that I only miss some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday i went to watch KC's dance performance 'cos my friend's in it. Haha. But, it was so much cooler and better than ours. If only we could do something like that, we'll probably have a bigger dance group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BIRTHDAY'S IN 6 DAYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing online window shopping just now and I saw this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tdJQQgoAqws/R_hLCHYdl6I/AAAAAAAAACM/WJN34-kzqq8/s1600-h/Ballet_08_BlkLthr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185977470630598562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tdJQQgoAqws/R_hLCHYdl6I/AAAAAAAAACM/WJN34-kzqq8/s320/Ballet_08_BlkLthr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LOL ballet heels? It would be so damnn painful on your ankle. LOL imagine walking Orchard Rd with these hahaha. Anyway, Fatty and I were just talking about liking patent heels and not having one and since it's going to be my birthday soon, I wouldn't mind one to add on to my wish list hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;COOL PLATFORM SHOES THAT'LL GO WELL WITH MY SKINNIES HAHA!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdJQQgoAqws/R_hMF3Ydl7I/AAAAAAAAACU/YWGSlklnZDQ/s1600-h/bondage_silver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185978634566735794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tdJQQgoAqws/R_hMF3Ydl7I/AAAAAAAAACU/YWGSlklnZDQ/s320/bondage_silver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But I'm damn terrified that I'll just twist my ankle and fall. I have flat foot T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Argh why can't I find the patent platform heels I want!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uh something similar to this from Aldo lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdJQQgoAqws/R_hTYnYdl8I/AAAAAAAAACc/IfOh7tYCCGE/s1600-h/firilie_95_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185986653270677442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdJQQgoAqws/R_hTYnYdl8I/AAAAAAAAACc/IfOh7tYCCGE/s320/firilie_95_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LOL But I want a more outstanding colour to match black skinnies! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, except the Aldo shoe, the rest are found on &lt;a href="http://www.bananashoes.com/"&gt;www.bananashoes.com&lt;/a&gt;. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I want black stockings hahaha COOL RIGHT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-8169512045180775868?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/8169512045180775868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=8169512045180775868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/8169512045180775868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/8169512045180775868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/04/with-reference-with-my-previous-post-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tdJQQgoAqws/R_hLCHYdl6I/AAAAAAAAACM/WJN34-kzqq8/s72-c/Ballet_08_BlkLthr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-2413234172065289552</id><published>2008-04-04T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T23:34:51.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is so fucking wrong with everybody around me?! When haven't I been putting every single blame on myself?! Why don't one of you passers-by enlighten me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay let me just make it clear to everyone before everyone starts bombarding me with lots of why-are-you-so-fucking-unreasonable things. I hate myself. Everything about me. Going for plastic or being materialistic for some of you might say, it's just some way to make me feel better. Alright. About me blaming everyone else and not looking from other's perspectives. I can say I did, and that's why I want things to turn out this way. Though there may be some regrets but I still think it's better this way. Am I feeling good? No, not really, I can tell you. I really really miss some of my really really good friends who used to be realllllly close to me. If you're reading this I hope that you'll know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see Miss Chia with Z today. I had two problems, and I kind of managed to solve one and just put the other one on hold first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, anyway, I really miss you all, but I don't know if I'm ready to start talking to you and it's that I really wouldn't know how to react. Maybe we'll just go slowly from here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting fatter oh god.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-2413234172065289552?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/2413234172065289552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=2413234172065289552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/2413234172065289552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/2413234172065289552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-is-so-fucking-wrong-with-everybody.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-4825574259259152671</id><published>2008-04-03T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T21:21:12.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck you. Fuck You. Fuck You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I don't dare to say it right in your face? Well, fuck you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-4825574259259152671?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/4825574259259152671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=4825574259259152671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/4825574259259152671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/4825574259259152671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/04/fuck-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-347783834426220962</id><published>2008-04-02T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T22:27:00.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I still went for the PLMGS match. Basically for those who want to know the results, THEY lost and I think THEY could've won but oh well. To me, it wasn't really fruitful. I was feeling damn warm and bored la. And I don't even have the mood to read my One Pieces. (I had freaking 7 books of one piece in my bag LAWL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the trip wasn't fruitful 'cos Miss Fang who asked Sandra and I to go wasn't there and that Sandra Chong only wanted to go 'cos she was scared that Miss Fang would kill her. I wasn't high at all, neither was she. I don't even clapping once. Haha. Well, that probably sums up my nonexistence position in the badminton team. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rarh, anyway I forgot to bring my homework file home so I don't know what am I going to do now hahaha Okay, study for tomorrow's maths test hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANW, can anyone tell me the benefits of an Itouch? I think my dad's gonna buy me one for my birthday but I feel kind of bad 'cos it's expensive and afraid I won't be using it much =( How ah.... Tell me leh please. K thanks bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT] oh i'm not even part of dhs anymore I see. Fuck you all.[/EDIT]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-347783834426220962?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/347783834426220962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=347783834426220962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/347783834426220962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/347783834426220962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/04/today-i-still-went-for-plmgs-match.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-8125006083143850517</id><published>2008-04-01T22:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T23:06:33.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Actually I was just making uo my mind whether to go for the PLMGS match tomorrow. And I was okay, Miss Fang say until like that there's no reason for me not too. Okay, I'm just going to try and go this once. Though there's going to ba a major Mathematics test the following day. (Urgh!) But reading through the tags, (the recent ones), I'm not surprised that I wouldn't want to go anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch, that hurts. That's probably how I was feeling just now when I read it. I wasn't crying, that's rare. Probably 'cos I'm numb. or rather, do I not care anymore? You're right, life must go on. So just let it go on. Your lives have all moved on, no reason for mine to stay put there. I'm miserable so just let me be. I didn't say that all of you should be depressed. But anyway, I doubt all of you are. My existence doesn't mean anything anymore. So just let it be. You know what? Z asked me something. If I wanted to go back to my life before. I wasn't able to give him an answer. But now I can, I know what's best for me and what's best for everyone. I don't want to go back to before. Don't worry I'll delete the links about the no friends part. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIDLIFE CRISIS!!! (I know I'm only halfway through 10s going on 20, but I'm supposed o be dying soon so it's actually can be considered as midlife crisis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Ripples slippers is being stolen, Z stepped on my charles and keith sandals so it broke and today, I spoilt my old gladiator sandals. =( So, I'm only left with the tomboyish converse slippers. And no way am I going to wear that with my dresses. And the only kind of shoes that I can wear with my dresses are heels haha and I don't want to wear heels so often! (And I don't like my pumps) So I will need slippers! Well, adding on to my wishlist collection, I want a Braziliano Praia Beatles! If anyone is going to get it for me, I would gladly go down and try out the sizes with you haha and you can choose the colours for me if you like but I like the white based pink sole one or the white based red sole one. OMG the white based green soled also very nice! HEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, because my eyeliner is running out, I need more! And I need some fake lashes to play around with haha. I want something that's going to make me preeeetty! Was reading the New Paper on Sunday and there was one whole big section given to plastic surgery. I didn't know plastic's so common in Singapore. Make me reallllyy want to go have one when I am able to haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm hmm, of course an ITouch haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-8125006083143850517?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/8125006083143850517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=8125006083143850517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/8125006083143850517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/8125006083143850517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/04/actually-i-was-just-making-uo-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-5980046865507190127</id><published>2008-03-30T18:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T18:20:52.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The world hates me. And I hate myself too. I should die I should just fucking die. My life is fucking screwed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-5980046865507190127?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/5980046865507190127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=5980046865507190127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/5980046865507190127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/5980046865507190127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/03/world-hates-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-356646193836977737</id><published>2008-03-29T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T22:11:24.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/wED5QIGt4z/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/wED5QIGt4z/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't find Fish Leong's version.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-356646193836977737?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/356646193836977737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=356646193836977737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/356646193836977737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/356646193836977737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/03/cant-find-fish-leongs-version.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-8926826802062230152</id><published>2008-03-28T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T23:17:29.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seemed to me that everyone whom I thought cared. Little or not. Didn't really care as I have thought to be. Everyone seems so much happier without me in their life. The world seems to be in a brighter without me. The world seems happier. Everybody IS happier without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should just fucking get out of everyone's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should just die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-8926826802062230152?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/8926826802062230152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=8926826802062230152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/8926826802062230152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/8926826802062230152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-hate-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-703203364893401542</id><published>2008-03-25T16:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T16:25:58.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go tuition cos Mr Fong thought I wasn't coming 'cos Z told him he wasn't going. So, I kind of wasted my time. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vance was sick too, so we headed over to VS to fetch him then fetched my sister before going to the doctor near his home. LAWL. everyone's sick. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh ya, why is the Chemistry Practical WS Observation test not with me? does any of the 4E people have it with them? And there were a couple of Periodic Table WS with me. Am I supposed to file them in too? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay please tell me if any of you 4E people reads this post. Thanks many many&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-703203364893401542?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/703203364893401542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=703203364893401542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/703203364893401542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/703203364893401542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/03/back.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-8136781636220268526</id><published>2008-03-25T12:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T12:58:36.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay I barely did anything for the entire day. DAMN I just wasted this entire day I hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid chemistry. Okay, I'm going to go batrhe now then get ready for tuition then I'll continue doing Chemistry corrections till mummy comes back to bring me to tuition URGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Ta people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-8136781636220268526?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/8136781636220268526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=8136781636220268526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/8136781636220268526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/8136781636220268526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/03/okay-i-barely-did-anything-for-entire.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-1660874419255717630</id><published>2008-03-25T10:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T10:46:08.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm at home now 'cos I'm sick and the Doc yesterday sucked. He didn't give me any antibiotics and he like totally ignored when I told him I feel giddy and stuff. Urgh new doctors generally sucked. I was deciding to consult the usual one but the nurse told me I'll have to wait 45minutes to an hour for him but the new doctor, I would be next. I was too lazy to wait so I just took the new one. turns out to be bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was sleeping all the way from 8 after taking the super drowsy cough syrup, which made me feel damn groggy and I was swaying even though I was sitting on a chair. And I couldn't concentrate so I went to watch the new You are the one or whatsoever it's called. Then I fell asleep only to wake up at 10. LAWL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm going to file my Chemistry file now. urgh I don't like to redo the graphs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-1660874419255717630?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/1660874419255717630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=1660874419255717630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/1660874419255717630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/1660874419255717630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-at-home-now-cos-im-sick-and-doc.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-8622402547705745761</id><published>2008-03-24T17:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T17:58:02.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Urgh. Why. Do. I. Feel. So. Shitty. Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only less than an hour and my moods switches like 180 degrees URGHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking hate everything. I can't get myself to sit down to do anything except to blog-surf and wonder how many people hates me and thinking about everything Z's been trying to talk to me. He is now most probably getting the help of the teachers. Fuck, I really don't want. And i'm still okay, right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grr. really got to start on Maths now. Hate trigo. Not going to eat dinner I guess. My throat hurts too badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-8622402547705745761?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/8622402547705745761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=8622402547705745761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/8622402547705745761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/8622402547705745761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/03/urgh.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-4052157924459517059</id><published>2008-03-24T17:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T17:26:03.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just went Raffles City with Z and bought his Crumpler for him. I made him change his bag haha and he looked so cute haha. He bought the black one, same design as the one I wanted except that the one I wanted is red. Haha. Surprisingly I didn't feel the pinch when I was buying it 'cos it was like 163$ LOL don't think I have ever spent that much on a present before LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm sick right now, been coughing and having runny nose and sometimes fever too for the entire day. Urgh. Fells damn shitty damn horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many might say that it's good but I don't really find it good 'cos I ate a lot of junk today with Z. We ate 3 J.Co donuts each. (LOL it's J.Co not J.Lo) turns out I got so sick of the last one and it doesn't really taste as nice as Donut Factory's so I threw it away then Z bought me the Cheese sausage with mash potato from Chippy's and I like it a lot though it kind of stained my uniform haha. And I'm freaking full now. grrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And stupid CIP organisation tell me they didn't receive my E-mail. WTF I sent it on 19 March and even Bolong knew about it. Urgh. Feeling super duper pissed and tired and fat right now. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-4052157924459517059?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/4052157924459517059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=4052157924459517059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/4052157924459517059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/4052157924459517059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-went-raffles-city-with-z-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-2376867906293195553</id><published>2008-03-23T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T21:54:39.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No, I don't need the psychologist. I don't....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't reach the point where I go crazy or have some eating disorder yet. I'm perfectly normal. I'm a girl and I'm sure most girls are concerned about how they look, whether they're fat or not. And every girl wants to be skinny and pretty, just like me. I still eat. So I guess that I'm still okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-2376867906293195553?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/2376867906293195553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=2376867906293195553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/2376867906293195553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/2376867906293195553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-i-dont-need-psychologist.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-6990470220393393537</id><published>2008-03-23T11:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T11:55:20.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's going to be a new advertisement coming in! I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE HOW MUCH HAVE I EARNED WITH THE FIRST AD! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, another thing, I'm terribly sick right now T.T Fever, flu, cough and sore throat. My phlegm is in a disgusting yellow. Yucks. But I think I'll still probably go school tomorrow 'cos I'm going out with Z to celebrate hahahah. And buy his Crumpler though his birthday is today and I'll be meeting him later for tuition but haven't got the time to buy. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to ... on my tagboard, who are you and lol you're funny. And I do laugh or smile sometimes you know. Thanks btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and... yesterday I was really sad.... 'cos I just gained one kg. T.T no mood to talk anymore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-6990470220393393537?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/6990470220393393537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=6990470220393393537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/6990470220393393537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/6990470220393393537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/03/theres-going-to-be-new-advertisement.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-7028036127013457481</id><published>2008-03-22T12:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T12:39:46.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;To those who care:&lt;/u&gt; Thanks and don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem like I just had some Trigonometry Proving overdose =/ Alisa showed me this Seventeen magazine just on Thursday, and it was talking about the people who suffers from BID(I forgot what's that called). And she says that I'm suffering from it. But I'm not 'cos I don't constantly check myself in the mirror, instead I hated it 'cos I don't like to look so hideous. LOL. And I don't weigh myself everyday 'cos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The weighing scale is in the living room and I'm too lazy to do that.&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't like the numbers I'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do crunches at night it's no just solely because I want to lose my tummy fats, but also it helps me relieve a lot of stress. My mum knows about it. And she doesn't care, so I don't think there's anything wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Ancient Civilization Museum with my god mum yesterday 'cos she wanted to see the Nalanda Trail and she also wanted to make me become a Buddhist. Well, I'm a free-thinker, but I'm swaying towards the Buddhism side. Anyway, the trail was well, enlightening. When my mum asked me what did I learn, I said that Buddhas from different countries look different. Heh, we spent I think a good 3 hours there. And I didn't once felt bad about myself. Perhaps I'm surrounded by Buddha and his holy relics. It was nice on the whole. I went fishing next at Changi with my family, the usual mahjong khakis and I only reached home like 12 am. Grr, I'm feeeling super super superrrrr sick right now. Well, probably going for some shopping therapy with mummy at Orchard later hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a bright side, which is also something =.- cos Z's birthday's tomorrow and I can't meet him except for when it's tuition. Well, I think I'll be getting him his Crumpler on Monday hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-7028036127013457481?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/7028036127013457481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=7028036127013457481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/7028036127013457481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/7028036127013457481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/03/to-those-who-care-thanks-and-dont-worry.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-3839771937564175889</id><published>2008-03-19T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T21:58:27.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do I keep getting the feeling that everyone hates me and nobody wants to talk to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can any kind souls just tell me why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat? Ugly? Irritating? Bitch? Slut? Whore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please enlighten me. I think I might seriously need some help&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-3839771937564175889?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/3839771937564175889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=3839771937564175889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/3839771937564175889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/3839771937564175889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/03/why-do-i-keep-getting-feeling-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-7619536810217306742</id><published>2008-03-19T19:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T19:42:49.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm tired, both physically and mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been three days since the start of school and I still haven't really adapted to the life of studying after the one-week break from school. I'm still in the holiday mood 'cos probably I haven't really been in it for the first time in all my holidays. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably not going to go to any more trainings. 'Cos I still don't see why I should go and make myself so miserable and make everyone and muself hate me even more. I don't really see a point in going, really. Maybe I'll just call Miss Fang to tell her that I want to quit now that my studies are improving quite drastically with only Maths test being the only test that I've failed so far and it's so much beyond my expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the first day in so many weeks that I've seen myself in a pair of FBTs and I really kind of freaked out. 'Cos it's been months since I finally realise how humongous they look. Going foor anymore trainings will only make it much much worst. urgh. No wonder, wiith those elephant's thighs no one would want to talk to me. Anyway to reduce the size?! Someone please help me. I'm just starting to make myself more. Alisa's going on a protein no meat diet why am I not doing anything! Urgh. Okay I shall starting from tomorrow I'm going to watch my diet. No fried or fatty things. T.T I. Will. Do. Anything. Just. To. Make. Me. Skinnier. And. Not. So. Ugly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-7619536810217306742?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/7619536810217306742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=7619536810217306742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/7619536810217306742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/7619536810217306742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-tired-both-physically-and-mentally.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-9013772874679592712</id><published>2008-03-16T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T23:07:31.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Played Mahjong with cousins yesterday till about 1am plus. Lost 8 bucks. T.T That's probably the more interesting one for yesterday. Oh and we finally finished the 'contemporary dance' we're going to perform at the end of this year haha. Well, it's not that bad except that it's really funny with all the prayings and huggings. SO emo~~~ LOL probably suits me right now ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, nothing much really happened. Tried to do my chinese essay just now but I seriously seriously got no inspiration and god-knows what to crap about cultural differences in chinese LOL. So kind of flunked it. Going school tomorrow to 'kope' some ideas from classmates hahah. SHUEN~~~~*runs to shuen and sajiao a bit*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Mong Chin got a new phone. Haha. Anyway, my birthday's coming I wouldn't mind an Ipod touch! I'll kiss you if you get me one hahah. On your cheeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking whether should I go for training tomorrow 'cos Miss Fang kind of asked me to saying that I just have to go once a week so as to get my CCA points. But I'm still thinking though 'cos most probably it's going to be damn weird if I'm going with them and it'll be even weirder training. I haven't trained for a loooonggggg time and I'm most likely to get outcasted and stuff. So I don't really see a point going. Since I'm not taking part in the competitions and daddy has been asking me to stop going for their matches. LOL perhaps soon haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I talk so much crap here and I'm really really tired(I'm giving up on the chinese essay) 'cos i was out almost the entire day 'cos daddy's back. Somemore yesterday played Mahjong till today morning. LOL. Damnnnnn shaggggg. I'll do some crunches/situps before going to bed TA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-9013772874679592712?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/9013772874679592712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=9013772874679592712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/9013772874679592712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/9013772874679592712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/03/played-mahjong-with-cousins-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-6186313419341039447</id><published>2008-03-14T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T23:44:11.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is everything trying to go against me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking hate everything around me and me me me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone should just fucking leave me alone and not care about all that I do. If I have hurt you in any ways, I'm sorry okay? I'll do anything to make it up to all of you, even if you want my life. Just fucking take it. Every fucking thing is my fucking fault okay? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hate me, it'll make you feel better trust me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-6186313419341039447?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/6186313419341039447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=6186313419341039447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/6186313419341039447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/6186313419341039447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/03/why-is-everything-trying-to-go-against.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-3598981607584456274</id><published>2008-03-13T16:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T16:47:01.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY FACE IS FUCKING PEELING! URGHHHHH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FAT THIGHS, FAT TUMMY AND UGLYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HATE MYSELF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-3598981607584456274?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/3598981607584456274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=3598981607584456274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/3598981607584456274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/3598981607584456274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-face-is-fucking-peeling-urghhhhh-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-3749589125640928263</id><published>2008-03-13T15:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T15:49:46.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just read this really really touching letter from Britney. I found it on Britney.com, and hopefully it's true. Well it probably is anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; Dear Fans,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to reach out to all of you and explain some of the things that I have been faced with recently.&lt;br /&gt;It's so funny how many stories are put out there about people. It's like we all want our side of the story out there as well, but at the end of the day only a few people care to hear what is really going on since the bad is always so much more interesting than the truth. I don't know why, but this is so weird to me. I used to be angry at the tabloids for printing horrible things about me, but now I try to just be numb to what I see. I saw Tyra Banks once get really upset and cry on her show because they made her look fat. We all want a certain image of ourselves out there, and at some point we all do really care what other people think or we wouldn't be here.&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I was sent to a very humbling place called rehab. I truly hit rock bottom. Till this day I don't think that it was alcohol or depression. I was like a bad kid running around with ADD. I had a manager from a long time ago come in and try to direct me and my life after I got my divorce. I was so overwhelmed I think that I was in a little shock too. I didn't know who to go to. I realized how much energy and love I had put into my past relationship when it was gone because I genuinely did not know what to do with myself, and it made me so sad. I confess, I was so lost.&lt;br /&gt;This letter is to not place blame on anyone, although I do see the world with a completely different set of eyes now. Being in that vulnerable state and taken to dinners and parties with friends and finding out later you paid for everything was a huge learning lesson for me. I think the whole problem was letting too many people into my life. You never know another persons intentions or what another person wants. I feel I was too open and looking for answers when I had it all to begin with. I have had to cut so many people out of my life. It is so sad, because if anyone is a family person...it is me. When I was little I remember every night watching movies with my family and feeling so at peace. Dancing and singing all the time just like a little girl should. Now recently I find with my children that I want them to have that feeling all of the time. I am having to face a lot of things right now since I have children of my own. A lot of insecurities from when I was little are coming up again. It is like we are never good enough.&lt;br /&gt;I know everyone thinks that I am playing the victim, but I am not and I hate what is going on right now so much. Maybe this is the reason for this letter...to maybe allow people to look at me differently. It is like when you are a real woman and say what you feel and how you think things are supposed to be, that people just say you are a "b****."&lt;br /&gt;I feel like some of the people in my life made more of some issues than was necessary. I also feel like they knew I was beginning to use my brain for a change and cut some ties, so they wanted to be in more control of my life than me. I think it is actually normal for a young girl to go out after a huge divorce. I think it was a bigger issue because I had not gone out in such a long time. I am 25 and I do still have a lot to learn, and I am going to make mistakes everyday, and I am sure every mistake I make will probably be on CNN or Good Morning America. I am only human people and I love you for still loving me.&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting here at home and it is 6:25 and both of my sons are asleep. I am truly blessed to have them in my life. Everyday is so surreal. Life in general is so surreal and crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope this letter made some of you think a little bit more of me and where I am coming from. I just want the same things in life that you want...and that is to be happy. It is just so weird because everyone has their own perception of me and how they think I really am. It is so weird how stories are told. There is your side, my side, and the truth. Somebody has to figure it out. I guess we will never really understand or figure out life completely. That's God's job. I can't wait to meet him...or her.&lt;br /&gt;Love, Britney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the month...&lt;br /&gt;It is ok to disagree with people regarding certain issues. You´re not being true to yourself if you succumb to others opinions because you feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;-BritneySpears.com&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-3749589125640928263?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/3749589125640928263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=3749589125640928263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/3749589125640928263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/3749589125640928263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-just-read-this-really-really-touching.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-1617058719598347817</id><published>2008-03-13T14:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T14:47:00.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hardly do I blog two posts in a single day, do I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I don't really have any idea why am I here right now 'cos I'm supposed to be continuing with my beloved Chemistry LAWL goodness I'm procrastinating. I just finished bathing and I haven't finish the Hello Pandas 'cos I feel so loved just looking at the box and the pandas exercising LOL. Oh and I'm craving for donuts! Well, I wouldn't mind donuts from Donut Factory or from the new donut shop at Raffles City called JLO or something. The smell is as nice as Donut's Factory's but I just haven't got the time to go down to queue for it HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm fat again. T.T shall do crunches now! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-1617058719598347817?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/1617058719598347817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=1617058719598347817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/1617058719598347817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/1617058719598347817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/03/hardly-do-i-blog-two-posts-in-single.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-8978110745124554419</id><published>2008-03-13T12:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T13:02:01.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's gonna be a boring boring boring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to just spend this day to do my homework but half the day's gone and I realised that I have only done 6 questions of Maths haha. And not even full questions LAWL. Hmm eating my Strawberry flavoured hello panda given by Z. :D:D:D:D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I was doing some blog-surfing just now, for a while only okay! And I was kind of 0.0 shocked, feeling-funny, ____(insert weird emoticons) 'cos I read one of my juniors(not really sure if it's still a junior but I suppose so?) blog and it was spilling with vulgurities. Hey, that kind of reminded me of myself when I was her age LOL. Well, I was somewhat like that too, but I am definitely a better person. Somemore at that point of time, I guess, I'm much much much! prettier. LAWL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to Chemistry and Metals!  T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-8978110745124554419?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/8978110745124554419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=8978110745124554419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/8978110745124554419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/8978110745124554419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/03/todays-gonna-be-boring-boring-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-3879387217066293044</id><published>2008-03-12T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T23:17:19.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hais I'm really super super stressed right now, just got of the phone with some teacher and she's like making me got for something which I don't really see why I should 'cos it won't really make a difference. Furthermore, now everything seems to have settled down so I guess everything should be alright. Yes? hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, change topic change topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I haven't been online for the past few days was 'cos I stupidly kind of quarreled with my mum 'cos I played too much Mahjong so she banned me. LOL. Partially also I couldn't find the time and energy to 'cos yesterday night I was watching Step Up 2 Preview after the day-long SL training. And today after the day-long SL training(AGAIN!), I had to go off for extra ballet lessons. Tomorrow will be for HOMEWORKING(hopefully!) and the day after dad'll be back in the afternoon so probably you wouldn't see me online again haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's 11 plus and I have a splitting headache since the phone call ended probably going to call Z and sleep liaoooo tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-3879387217066293044?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/3879387217066293044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=3879387217066293044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/3879387217066293044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/3879387217066293044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/03/hais-im-really-super-super-stressed.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-1612480234645762688</id><published>2008-03-08T14:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T14:16:54.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn and I can't stop playing mahjong or rather Wahjong at Viwawa. Alright, finish this blog post. Do some workout. Then I'll start on it. Tata~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-1612480234645762688?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/1612480234645762688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=1612480234645762688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/1612480234645762688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/1612480234645762688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-feel-ugly.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-7962521102184295218</id><published>2008-03-07T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T23:39:47.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY VERONICA! LOVES&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-7962521102184295218?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/7962521102184295218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=7962521102184295218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/7962521102184295218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/7962521102184295218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-birthday-veronica-loves3.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-4675005905352013613</id><published>2008-03-03T19:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T19:15:12.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who doesn't know who's the vice-principal</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/rr4-VlzDVD/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/rr4-VlzDVD/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;{Why should I be sad?}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who is that woman?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, she's the vice-principal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool, I didn't remember seeing her anywhere since the start of the year when she introduced herself. LOL. Anyway, I'm thinking of doing some kind of a wishlist for myself her. ZL says I can't say I want something 'cos that'll be the wrong mindset, I should just LIKE/ADMIRE then it's okay already. Whether you'll get it is secondary LOL. ALRRRRIGHT THEN! Haha soon I guess ;) When I have more time and the portfolio and tests aren't killing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-4675005905352013613?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/4675005905352013613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=4675005905352013613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/4675005905352013613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/4675005905352013613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/03/who-doesnt-know-whos-vice-principal.html' title='Who doesn&apos;t know who&apos;s the vice-principal'/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-4751844666170453170</id><published>2008-03-01T22:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T22:35:06.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so materialistic. Hais. Haven't been online recently. I don't know why either maybe it's because I'n lazy or maybe it's because I don't want to meet some people online or whatsoever. Why I say I'm materialistic is because I still find myself fat and ugly even though there've been many who has been telling me I'm not. I don't know perhaps it's the emotional trauma or the inferiority complex I feel towards everyone. There's forever someone in my entire day who'll tell me I'm fat or I'm ugly. Maybe it's really someone or maybe it's just me. I don't know sometimes there's just this voice inside me telling me, hey you're not that pretty or slim, you should start dieting or stop eating. Do your crunches every night religiously. Don't talk to anyone till you're better looking. Something like this. I don't know why either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to the B girls for winning PLMGS. Perhaps it's becauswe I'm finally not there. Jiayou All the best, yea?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-4751844666170453170?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/4751844666170453170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=4751844666170453170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/4751844666170453170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/4751844666170453170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-feel-so-materialistic.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-4607691359797233280</id><published>2008-02-26T19:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T19:20:26.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Suddenly realised that I'm not as skinny or as pretty as I am. Maybe I should really start saving my money and eat lesser. Then start a fund to raise money for me to go Korea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really really serious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone slap me please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-4607691359797233280?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/4607691359797233280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=4607691359797233280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/4607691359797233280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/4607691359797233280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/02/suddenly-realised-that-im-not-as-skinny.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-4228147400639021900</id><published>2008-02-23T15:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T15:49:06.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Second post within just a few hours haha. Was just attempting my Chinese my homework  LOL. Just realised my Chinese sucks. Okay not really just. Realised that a few years ago hahahha. Anyway, yesterday AP, Alisa and I were just talking about plastic surgery. LOL And which girl doesn't want to look better/skinnier/prettier? AP wants a rhinoplasty. I think my nose is still quite okay. But I seriously don't mind going for lipo on my thighs and waist. Hehe. Hmm Maybe removing the lowest two ribs from my body would give me a more curvy figure haha. And yes! Higher cheekbones, bigger eyes, and longer eyelashes! I wouldn't mind them. ;) Anyone wants to sponsor me for my 16th birthday? PLEASEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I don't mind being skinnier and taller haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-4228147400639021900?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/4228147400639021900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=4228147400639021900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/4228147400639021900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/4228147400639021900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/02/second-post-within-just-few-hours-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-1666193048240391582</id><published>2008-02-23T13:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T14:10:14.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm mrs oh my god that Britney shamless</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/K-ySBqM3MZ/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/K-ySBqM3MZ/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="325" allowFullScreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL I couldn't find the music track for this without all the techno. So I got a video instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm Can't seem to remember what have I been doing for this past week except doing essays, and playing comps. Okay, that was just yesterday. Anyway, we won TKGS and we'll be playing in Victoris School on Tuesday against Anglican High School. Do drop by if you can I guess. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, the entire badminton team came down to support us even some of the bballers came down after their matches haha. Thanks. And really really grateful for Bedok North badminton team who came down to support us specially even though they didn't have any matches going on that day. And at the start they were telling us to beat them 5-0. LOL well, that was really a very great moral boost and everyone was very very excited. ^.^ Everyone there was tense and cheering for almost every ball scored and Tzelin was telling me how she felt with every ball. All the rallys almost made her heart pop or whatsoever haha. Damn dramatic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my sister was telling me that they were thinking that they will be able to win with that lines-up when we were also thinking same thing. LOL. We were betting on the two doubles and Jiuhui's/Huiyun's single. Was thinking that if Jiuhui was more focused and we have cheered lesser, she would probably have won. Yea so nevermind at least Huiyun won and she kind of slacked. I don't know why, but I guess she's probably too pressurized. But good job anyway. The twins terror as usual were imba so were Chelgay and Jiapui, though they kind of flunked it a bit. But their good so they still triumped in the end LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL okay getting ready for Semis! Go DHSBT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-1666193048240391582?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/1666193048240391582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=1666193048240391582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/1666193048240391582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/1666193048240391582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-mrs-oh-my-god-that-britney-shamless.html' title='I&apos;m mrs oh my god that Britney shamless'/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-5552971866470593960</id><published>2008-02-20T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T22:28:59.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/42a1Wk3dGj/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/42a1Wk3dGj/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL guess what, my typing speed is imba slowwwww. I'm barely half of qianhui's who is like 103 per minute. GRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/" style="background: transparent url(http://speedtest.10-fast-fingers.com/img/badge1.png) no-repeat scroll 0% 50%; display: block; width: 300px; height: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; padding-top: 50px; padding-left: 60px; color: rgb(0, 153, 51); font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; font-family: Times New Roman,Arial,serif; font-size: 40px;"&gt;56 words&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEEEE! OMG I FEEL SO INFERIOR CANNNN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway, this song's nice. I have been hearing it on replay till my headset decided to leave me probably 'cos it's too irritated with me. One half of my wires, died. It broke. T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-5552971866470593960?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/5552971866470593960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=5552971866470593960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/5552971866470593960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/5552971866470593960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/02/lol-guess-what-my-typing-speed-is-imba.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-5334061076090292116</id><published>2008-02-19T21:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T21:15:04.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just kind of found out something that is rather shocking. For those who have watched 1 Litres of Tears, you'll probably recognise this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdJQQgoAqws/R7rVbZ7MskI/AAAAAAAAACE/Sf_PzNM6-bw/s1600-h/nmkdramachi0071jt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168678189153432130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdJQQgoAqws/R7rVbZ7MskI/AAAAAAAAACE/Sf_PzNM6-bw/s320/nmkdramachi0071jt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's that basketball senior Aya likes? Remember? That guy who said something like oh you're here too? Good luck or whatsoever guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then do you know that he has an even more famous alter ego also known as.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L in Death Note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tdJQQgoAqws/R7rVTJ7MsjI/AAAAAAAAAB8/S_VmH3MMt-Q/s1600-h/LblackBackground.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168678047419511346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tdJQQgoAqws/R7rVTJ7MsjI/AAAAAAAAAB8/S_VmH3MMt-Q/s320/LblackBackground.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTFFF They don't even look similar right! RRRRIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm off to chemistry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-5334061076090292116?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/5334061076090292116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=5334061076090292116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/5334061076090292116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/5334061076090292116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/02/just-kind-of-found-out-something-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tdJQQgoAqws/R7rVbZ7MskI/AAAAAAAAACE/Sf_PzNM6-bw/s72-c/nmkdramachi0071jt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-7551298752009082834</id><published>2008-02-17T12:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T12:04:51.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Valentine's hasn't been exactly a very fun or romantic day for me. In fact, I kind of cried but luckily, I had two very very good friends with me. Thanks! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, I think I just left my Chemistry file in class. =/ So that means I have got no QA notes to study. GG. Anyway, if anyone who knows when's my Chemistry test, can you please sms me or tell me online if I'm online okay? PLEASE PLEASE PLEAES! THANKS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-7551298752009082834?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/7551298752009082834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=7551298752009082834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/7551298752009082834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/7551298752009082834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-hasnt-been-exactly-very-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-4492858269304021945</id><published>2008-02-13T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T22:24:11.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo, people! Valentine's like tomorrow and I've written a few letter to post in the 'feed Me' the SCs were organising. And somehow, I think i might be the only one doing that. Well, I'm putting the SC privilege to good use at least. Though i wasn't really able to finish all the letters I wanted to post before I had to go for the competitions. Urgh. So only managed to finish the ZEES'. So fellow lovelies, hopefully you'll be able to receive my letters for all of you dearies haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to try to write for the badminton team right now. Yayness, Grr I'm so tired already but I'm in a good mood 'cos I played Blakjack and Pair and I won 11$ plus! ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-4492858269304021945?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/4492858269304021945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=4492858269304021945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/4492858269304021945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/4492858269304021945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/02/yo-people-valentines-like-tomorrow-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-3331651575035169629</id><published>2008-02-11T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T21:17:06.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Valentine's around the corner and I just only realised it. Oh godddd. What should I do now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i like get him a shoe? LOL I want the Vans shoe! The one I saw at Tampines Mall. While my dad bought his Nike skate shoe. And it really isn't very expensive like 60$ there? Quite okay right? Shall go check out PP's Royal Sporting House tomorrow after tuition I guess hmm. Maybe if there got then I buy liao perhaps haha. got to ask my mummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to maths now. Then hopping off to Isketch later on ahhaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-3331651575035169629?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/3331651575035169629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=3331651575035169629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/3331651575035169629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/3331651575035169629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-around-corner-and-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-1306135010011831213</id><published>2008-02-10T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T23:02:50.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOL. In the end yesterday I won 6$ haha. Though lost like 9$ at mahjong but won them back and more! at blackjack hah! Just played mahjong with family(dad, mum, mongchin/han) LOL lost like 2.80$ But only played till west. haha. then they said go and sleep. LOL could have made a 5 tai but humji played only 2 tai T.T so sadddd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-1306135010011831213?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/1306135010011831213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=1306135010011831213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/1306135010011831213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/1306135010011831213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/02/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-7720613177844710658</id><published>2008-02-09T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T22:19:35.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>T.T HOW!!! Losing so damn muchhhh! 6$ plus leh! Haha. Die la Stupid asshole vance. Keep winning all my money. Anyway, now's our break so we're all probably going to continue in a few minutes. Hah. jiayou!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-7720613177844710658?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/7720613177844710658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=7720613177844710658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/7720613177844710658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/7720613177844710658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/02/t.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-4666963867919967127</id><published>2008-02-09T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T14:27:28.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Chinese New Year everybody! Damn I seriously feel like playing mahjong again. Was supposed to go visit tuition teacher right now, but don't know what happened and the timing changed. Made me go all the wayhome from the MRT station. T.T nevermind/ hopefully the adults will let us use the mahjong table. hehe. hais What a bad day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-4666963867919967127?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/4666963867919967127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=4666963867919967127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/4666963867919967127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/4666963867919967127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-chinese-new-year-everybody-damn-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-6161729185844549041</id><published>2008-02-05T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T18:01:52.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Britney, bitch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/KRLhakJCa0/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/KRLhakJCa0/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few days ago(or was it like yesterday?) We were talking about idolization. Right, I don't exactly have an idol anymore. But I do remember having lots of idols when I was younger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And probably most of them are not the very well-liked, popular ones. Even some who people will cringe on hearing their names. One of the most famous ones is the legendary Miss B. I still like her now, though I'm a little disappointed in her 'cos I didn't expected her turn out this way. And I was just thinking, when exactly did she become like this. I definitely do not remember her like this when's she's younger. Probably of the relationship with K Fed. Seriously, I don't see anythign in him. SHE IS FILTHY RICH while that ass is fucking poor. I can't imagine myself buying myself my own wedding ring. WOW. Or maybe, it's around the time when she was singing toxic 'cos that's when she probably shown that she has grown up. More mature and going for the sexy image. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another one, is the one which CLASS YEAR 4 was complaining about. I don't really feel anything when they were saying all these 'cos I was thinking, well, everyone has their own likes and dislikes so yea, probably. She's Cyndi Wang. I still listen to her music though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last one, the one I was craziest over, Energy. They have kind of disbanded and everyone there seemed to change. And surprisingly, the one I like was not Toro, or Milk. Instead it was the minor character Shuwei. LOL. Their new member is good too haha ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-6161729185844549041?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/6161729185844549041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=6161729185844549041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/6161729185844549041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/6161729185844549041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-britney-bitch.html' title='It&apos;s Britney, bitch.'/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-888456052725912459</id><published>2008-02-04T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T22:28:05.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had been so busy Isketching that now I have no longer anymore time on this blog. And it must have been very coincidental for a group of primary school mates to meet there. Out of the many rooms there haha. Cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I really don't feeel like playing badminton anymore. And i;ve told my parents about it. i think they're kind of fine with it after they know that I have been suffering injuries anyway. Like rheumatism or whatsoever shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-888456052725912459?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/888456052725912459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=888456052725912459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/888456052725912459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/888456052725912459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/02/had-been-so-busy-isketching-that-now-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-8508482532178961391</id><published>2008-02-01T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T20:53:29.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My stomach is aching. Okay, more of my abdomen. Fucking hate cramps. Urgh. Today is like emo day. But that's not the case. It's our 15th month! COOL EH?! Haha. *smiles to self* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway just received an email from NuffNang. And apparently, there is this valentine thing coming up sponsored by Nike Women, and we just have to blog something about our valentine or something. I'm not really sure what is it so far but still, you know what's the prize not! I think it's some $500++ dinner at some restaurant lol.I think it's french restaurant lol. Damn cool right! haha. So so so! Should I like try! Though I don't think I'll be able to go 'cos mum will suspect urgh. Maybe I can bring my mummy out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-8508482532178961391?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/8508482532178961391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=8508482532178961391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/8508482532178961391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/8508482532178961391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-stomach-is-aching.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-7233482820507721059</id><published>2008-01-31T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T19:51:56.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so freaking tired that I can't even study now. Grr and it's only 7 plus pm. I hardly blog around this time.. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, somehow everythings just seems to be going well now on the surface but actually i didn't know what happenned but I really don't feel like playing the sport anymore. I don't know why I'm feeling like this either. Maybe it's 'cos I'm really lousy and I really want to give this thing up. Have been avoiding every single training ever since. Even the one I have on the weekends. Don't know, don't understand. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really really really tired. Both physically and mentally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-7233482820507721059?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/7233482820507721059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=7233482820507721059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/7233482820507721059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/7233482820507721059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-so-freaking-tired-that-i-cant-even.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-903167268919027026</id><published>2008-01-30T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T16:29:38.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/vpV_Np-cX-/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/vpV_Np-cX-/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is something I should do. I ruined everything. Every fucking thing. and great, what now? I just pissed another person off. How nice. Isn't that exactly what I wanted? That's good, everything's going as planned. I'm going to end it with a big bang. Trust me ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have anyone ever felt like your existence doesn't matter anymore and np matter what you say, everyone justs ignores you. Maybe you really aren't there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe. I. Should. Just. Die. Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-903167268919027026?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/903167268919027026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=903167268919027026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/903167268919027026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/903167268919027026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/01/maybe-this-is-something-i-should-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-4928416627782834571</id><published>2008-01-29T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T21:59:18.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/hSutAPgnqp/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/hSutAPgnqp/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to say much today. Just that I'm really really tired. Both physically and mentally. Bye probably not going to do the Chemistry worksheet unless I suddenly 'wake up' from my stupid mood and decide that I have a fucking Physics test in like freaking 2 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, go Maureen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-4928416627782834571?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/4928416627782834571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=4928416627782834571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/4928416627782834571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/4928416627782834571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-have-nothing-to-say-much-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-2950087593594164106</id><published>2008-01-28T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T22:35:40.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's a saying which goes something like aim for the sky and if you fall, you'll at least be somewhere near there. For example like the stars or clouds or whatsoever shitz. Anyway, you get what I mean, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm trying to say here is that if (!) I fail to make anyone of you out there to hate me, at least, I'll be disliked. And yes, I think I'm reaching or already have. So, what now? I seem to have run out of ideas, can you tell me what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This things have been on my mind since I don't know, a week already? Or has it not? And I'm sure I did tell/hint some of you guys that I'm probably not going to continue or go for any. I don't ask for someone to speak up for me. I just hope that all of you will just go away and leave me alone. That would be nice. Oh yes, of course, win the trophies back and fucking put them right in front of me. I'm not being envious or jealous here. I don't really care much anymore anyway. These few days have been a very good torture camp for me. Numbing my senses, killing me inside out. Really felt like doing all the crazy stuff and I don't know why. But it's cool anyway right? This is the period of time where everybody gets the courage and  start doing all the extreme shits and poof! soon they disappear from Earths surface and the last time I heard from them, they appeared on the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life such an irony. Some people are desperate to find themselves and spent years and years just to find them. Whereas, soem they just chose an easier way out -- Death. I meant emo, isn't it like one of the more popular thing which everyone seems to be doing nowadays? Yea and of course, most people seeks for friendships and family-like stuff. Soem may find them easily, some don't. People may spend their entire lifetime and still, not find a true friend. But some, they may be surrounded by tons of them. Life has always been like this. It has never been fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night. This may be the first and last time I'm going to say this before I start being emo all over again. I shall strat buying bricks. And build a wall. ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-2950087593594164106?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/2950087593594164106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=2950087593594164106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/2950087593594164106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/2950087593594164106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/01/theres-saying-which-goes-something-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-9125438172591676935</id><published>2008-01-27T21:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T21:47:08.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Goal is reaching. Just. Have. To. Work. Harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon I'll get what I want when I embarked on this journey. All alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-9125438172591676935?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/9125438172591676935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=9125438172591676935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/9125438172591676935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/9125438172591676935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/01/goal-is-reaching.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-7693697527896493277</id><published>2008-01-26T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T23:39:28.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't fucking care anymore. And neither should all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should just fucking die this minute this second. RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-7693697527896493277?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/7693697527896493277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=7693697527896493277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/7693697527896493277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/7693697527896493277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-dont-fucking-care-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-6722647727064234056</id><published>2008-01-25T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T22:44:40.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/QFLgjSnhoL/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/QFLgjSnhoL/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusion. Dilemma. Screwed. Unloved. Not cared for. Hsted. Lonely. Emo. Sad. Disappointed. Fucked up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares anyway. No one. My existence, my presence, my support doesn't matter anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-6722647727064234056?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/6722647727064234056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=6722647727064234056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/6722647727064234056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/6722647727064234056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/01/confusion.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-6831012826623816994</id><published>2008-01-24T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T21:49:43.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe I should have left afterall. Or maybe not. We'll see. Probably not going to go for any of the competitions. Feels a bit dumb. Well, we'll see. SDhall stoping ranting about my fucked up life and just study for the damned hostory mapwork test tomorrow. And maybe I wasn't even good at anything. Ciaos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/b19AZhc7AQ/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/b19AZhc7AQ/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-6831012826623816994?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/6831012826623816994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=6831012826623816994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/6831012826623816994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/6831012826623816994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/01/maybe-i-should-have-left-afterall.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-9091445463197456306</id><published>2008-01-23T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T23:15:52.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is just like any other hypocrisy. Been attempting to do my summary, but i just couldn't stop procrastinating and talking to dearest veron. Haven't been talking on the phone for ages, imy. don't think you'll ever read this anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to feel the year four no life taking it's toll on me. especially if yesterday haven't been exactly the best day. All the fucking cryings and stupid bitchy actions. Fuck, what was i thinking. I'm sorry to those affected. Two more to go. I'll try, hopefully. Motivate me, give me strength. I need you by my side right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better to cherish life, and remember the wonderful moments we've been through. Darlings, next time when we go out, let's try camwhoring, alright? We haven't been doing that for a long long time since. Love y'all. Muacks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-9091445463197456306?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/9091445463197456306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=9091445463197456306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/9091445463197456306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/9091445463197456306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/01/life-is-just-like-any-other-hypocrisy.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-8463000964462565844</id><published>2008-01-23T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T22:42:22.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/euHscaNmBY/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/euHscaNmBY/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my all-time favourite song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-8463000964462565844?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/8463000964462565844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=8463000964462565844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/8463000964462565844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/8463000964462565844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-1777047842893541782</id><published>2008-01-20T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T22:45:50.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once again, it's the same emo shit again that's happening to me. Getting stressed, again. Wow. And this time's it's only the fucking start of the year. And I'm already feeling like fuck. How nice. Thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I don't think I'll be blogging mich after this 'cos there's going to be school for tomorrow and after. Then next weekend, Dad'll be back for the new year. And furthermore, I don't think I'll have to mood to blog on the other hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just give me some time to get out of this fucking mess alright? Meanwhile, take note of the Twitter at the side of the blog, I'll post there using my phone if I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers. Have a Happy Chinese New Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-1777047842893541782?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/1777047842893541782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=1777047842893541782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/1777047842893541782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/1777047842893541782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/01/once-again-its-same-emo-shit-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-5805959051339310990</id><published>2008-01-17T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T22:14:58.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;hearts getting into the nerd phase</title><content type='html'>No, I haven't start mugging yet. But I'm getting a good start by doing my homework everyday. =) I'm so proud of myself! And I'm getting enthusiastic about training. I know I haven't been a really good player for the past three years. And it's a little to start trying to catch up just now. What a pity. I really regretted not training hard in Sec one. =/ Just really hope that this year, I'll get into the team I guess. I don't mind not playing for most of the games. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I guess I still have some Chemistry to do. So if I feel like it, I'll probably just blog later on. TA people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I was just having swollen eyes this morning, I didn't cry. Seriously. And I'm really tired these few days. WHERE'S THE ENERGY! Freaking pissed. Grr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-5805959051339310990?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/5805959051339310990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=5805959051339310990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/5805959051339310990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/5805959051339310990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/01/getting-into-nerd-phase.html' title='&amp;hearts getting into the nerd phase'/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-1981523936413479430</id><published>2008-01-15T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T22:07:42.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I've finally got my One Piece books. Plus 3 SMASH! comics. COOL~ So that means I lugged 8 comic books back today. Nice work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's going to be the first training in the entire week. That's rare. Basketball and volleyball have already started their competition and we'll be starting soon too. And we'll be up against TKGS, which means I'll be meeting my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I think I'm starting to PMS, starting to be really irritated with someone I am quite close to. Oh well, I think I should just KB him and make him pissed so at least he'll know my unhappiness haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I've been doing the new skin. But it's really dumb. But it won't be up soon 'cos I'll need photoshop and that thing is in my CPU whereas now I'm using my laptop more unless perhaps the weekends when I have the time lol. Okay, so just look out for it lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-1981523936413479430?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/1981523936413479430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=1981523936413479430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/1981523936413479430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/1981523936413479430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-ive-finally-got-my-one-piece-books.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-4527141239657249350</id><published>2008-01-12T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T10:51:07.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=/</title><content type='html'>I'm thinking of buying a Crumpler for school so it's so expensive but ZL seems to want it a lot. =( I also want, but it's kind of outside my budget. Jolz and QH said that their Crumpler is too small for school. In other words, it means that if I want it for school, I cannot buy the smallest. =/ I like the one with the design of the many stripes one. But it's so ex. Not to mention that I need to 'upsize' them. Hais. Shouldn't I like spend my money on a Zinc bag or what?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-4527141239657249350?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/4527141239657249350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=4527141239657249350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/4527141239657249350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/4527141239657249350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='=/'/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4013233028996275083.post-7995350738241569639</id><published>2008-01-10T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T21:17:53.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOL. Just realised that I'm so important in Huiyun's heart LOL. See I'm such a nice senior. Seriously! Huiyun even have my name in her password LOL cool! Haha and she deleted all her other posts except for those she worte when I was leaving for TJ haha. It's so weird reading them again LOL. And it's so funny 'cos I've been like meeting her everyday (almost!) for training. Tomorrow's going to see her again lol. And probably's going to go home with her again haha. COOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so, I'm going to say Huiyun rocks! LOL. And she's my favourite junior as in seriously. Probably the only one I will sms in the entire team haha. MUACKS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4013233028996275083-7995350738241569639?l=maureeeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/feeds/7995350738241569639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4013233028996275083&amp;postID=7995350738241569639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/7995350738241569639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4013233028996275083/posts/default/7995350738241569639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maureeeen.blogspot.com/2008/01/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Maur</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
