<?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-7028053999031257355</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:43:38.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shouting out my FEELINGS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Serene</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>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028053999031257355.post-6201958739545859443</id><published>2011-04-19T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T07:53:56.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hopefully life gets better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-6201958739545859443?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6201958739545859443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=6201958739545859443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/6201958739545859443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/6201958739545859443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/04/hopefully-life-gets-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-517644346009737937</id><published>2011-04-12T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T11:24:12.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What should i do?</title><content type='html'>What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum is in pain;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is in pain;&lt;br /&gt;We children are in pain;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do to end all this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody tell me!&lt;br /&gt;Somebody SAVE ME PLEASE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what to do already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause of money issue and everything has become like this..&lt;br /&gt;WHY? WHY? WHY?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-517644346009737937?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/517644346009737937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=517644346009737937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/517644346009737937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/517644346009737937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-should-i-do.html' title='What should i do?'/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-8231185100407389340</id><published>2011-04-06T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T07:58:37.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HHHHaaaaiiiiizzzzz</title><content type='html'>Finally quitted MOJO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my first week of 'honeymood' period now but i'm still feeling stress and depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money problems are forever can't be solved. Haiz...Dun even know why my dad is this type of person. I don't even know him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends. I'm trying very hard to make up for you guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz. I dunno if you're talking about me , but i feeeeelll sooooo ssaaaaadddd....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like I'm not that important to you already too.. I can feel the gap widening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what, you're still my best friend:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;朋友，我相信我们的友谊不会因为不见面而淡化的。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-8231185100407389340?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8231185100407389340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=8231185100407389340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/8231185100407389340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/8231185100407389340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/04/hhhhaaaaiiiiizzzzz.html' title='HHHHaaaaiiiiizzzzz'/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-8190676456799250472</id><published>2011-03-19T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T23:36:32.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Really tired.</title><content type='html'>Why does everyone expect me to be their perfect somebody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not perfect,seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do cry, I do feel pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my own problems too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have treated everybody so well. What do I get at the end of the day?&lt;br /&gt;People get frustrated at me, people say i don't compromise, people say i'm not the serene they know anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its true, I don't know who I am anymore. Am I that Serene? The forever happy-looking one? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of accommodating to everybody's like. Why must I be the one who call or plan anything first? I can't even manage the problems I have in my family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's unhappy about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not what I want too. and I think I'm not longer that important too cause there's somebody else more important at your side. I come to realized I need you guys more that you guys need me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAMILY.&lt;br /&gt;What is it? Father, mother, children?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know anymore. I'm sick of all the quarrels, sick of all the lies, sick of all the hypocritical. Who are you exactly? Are you still my dad? Why are you like this? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We feel pain too;&lt;br /&gt;You make us feel that we are just the burden to your life. You almost kill us, omg.&lt;br /&gt;Death is not scary, you are. I'm scared. I don't want you to hurt us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too painful, I really hope there'll be someone whom I can rely on when I'm out of breathe. But there ain't somebody. SAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally quit my job after tolerating almost 1 year. That's something to be happy about. After all this time, I saved none. What's the point of hanging on when I don't see the money coming in? Yeah money, money is FUCKING important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-8190676456799250472?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8190676456799250472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=8190676456799250472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/8190676456799250472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/8190676456799250472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/03/really-tired.html' title='Really tired.'/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-3903817305738259367</id><published>2010-09-10T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T13:33:13.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAAaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!</title><content type='html'>Real life starts after graduate, but its all not true!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did i let myself go through all this shit again. WHY!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired...there's nothing in the world that makes me feel that its good to be alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm getting kinda weird, I lost interest in the stuff i used to like. I won't even watch one episode of anime nor read even a page of manga. I wonder why too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz..Feel so lost and no direction in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me have a good sleep first, cause sometimes sleeping helps you escape from the real world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-3903817305738259367?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3903817305738259367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=3903817305738259367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/3903817305738259367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/3903817305738259367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2010/09/aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='AAAAAaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!'/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-5593315555161855734</id><published>2010-04-18T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T09:32:04.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANT MONEY!!!</title><content type='html'>ARGH! WADEVER IT IS, JUST GIVE ME THE FUCKING MONEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN I'LL DO WADEVER YOU ALL WANT ME TO DO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stressed but nobody understands. I look happy but I'm not. And I'm sick of explaining. So Please, I just need you guys to understand. That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-5593315555161855734?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5593315555161855734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=5593315555161855734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/5593315555161855734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/5593315555161855734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-want-money.html' title='I WANT MONEY!!!'/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-5824390427862550269</id><published>2010-04-03T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T07:41:03.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>It sucks to like someone that you shouldn't like. Can I even like you? It feels like i don't deserve to like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime I wish that I'm not a female.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-5824390427862550269?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5824390427862550269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=5824390427862550269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/5824390427862550269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/5824390427862550269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2010/04/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-4621170352605916552</id><published>2010-03-07T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T08:18:10.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loneliness.</title><content type='html'>Why can't I love someone i love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is love so hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick and tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why do i still yearn for someone to save me from all this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess loneliness is the scariest thing ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-4621170352605916552?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4621170352605916552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=4621170352605916552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/4621170352605916552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/4621170352605916552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2010/03/loneliness.html' title='Loneliness.'/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-633469668705300174</id><published>2010-02-21T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T10:40:09.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbroken again.</title><content type='html'>We never really asked for anything, don't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just a dinner to celebrate mum's birthday. I dunno for what fuck reason u got so angry. Are we really asking too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U can have all the fun that u want, actually we are all fitting into the way u want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really thought that i was going to die; u had that killing intention in your eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we shouldn't even exist in the first place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, why do i even exist? I really hope i can just die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-633469668705300174?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/633469668705300174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=633469668705300174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/633469668705300174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/633469668705300174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2010/02/heartbroken-again.html' title='Heartbroken again.'/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-322937437724773075</id><published>2010-02-12T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T11:28:47.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK IT.</title><content type='html'>So it is my fault that i'm not able to be at home to help out the household chores cause i'm in school doing projects? And yet and sister who always ponten sch and stayed home to watch videos all day long is right cause she helped in that tiny bit of chores when she's at home? Fuck it lah. U all don't understand what i'm going through. U said u spoilt me? HAHAHAHA so funny! I don't find it lor please! In wad ways? Money wise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I studied and wanted to work hard cause i wanna give u all a better life next time, so now u are blaming me for not being able to do household chores cause i was studying? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So u are saying that ur that daughter is doing very good and will have a better life next time? So u mean i should stay at home all the day and shouldn't go out to work and earn a living next time? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U always ASSUME. U never asked what's the exact thing that happened. And i feel fucking upset about it. I think u'll never understand me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Final Year Project is FINALLY OVER! I don't have to face that fuck-up yao cheng anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-322937437724773075?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/322937437724773075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=322937437724773075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/322937437724773075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/322937437724773075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2010/02/fuck-it.html' title='FUCK IT.'/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-3179994791324711196</id><published>2010-01-19T17:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T17:36:21.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very fast.</title><content type='html'>In less than 2 months, I'm finally able to get out of this school. FINALLY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this 3 years of hardship, this is the day that i yearn for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRADUATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that,  I don't have to get up so early every day,(at least for a while till i found a job)&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to travel to all the way from Lakeside to Yio Chu Kang again,&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to face people i don't like,&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to rush projects,&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be free, and real life shall start after graduation=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-3179994791324711196?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3179994791324711196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=3179994791324711196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/3179994791324711196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/3179994791324711196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2010/01/very-fast.html' title='Very fast.'/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-8913248880147503870</id><published>2009-12-21T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T09:45:43.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCKED UP LIFE</title><content type='html'>1)Lost my new phone that is only less than 3 months old,&lt;br /&gt;2)Lost my ezlink and admin card together with the phone&lt;br /&gt;3)Screwed up my IAP presentation,&lt;br /&gt;4)FYP sucks ******,&lt;br /&gt;5)My friend's camera spoilt in my hand for no reason and a huge amount might be needed to fixed it,&lt;br /&gt;6)Dropped my temporary handphone into the toilet bowl which i've only taken for a few days,&lt;br /&gt;7)School fee has a %780 plus outstanding amount.&lt;br /&gt;8)Lonely,lonely and more loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel any better either, scolding me would only makes me feel worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall drown in my own sorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-8913248880147503870?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8913248880147503870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=8913248880147503870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/8913248880147503870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/8913248880147503870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/12/fucked-up-life.html' title='FUCKED UP LIFE'/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-4008255639596371016</id><published>2009-11-27T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T01:31:32.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its FINALLY over!</title><content type='html'>Industrial Attachment Program is FINALLY OVER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH!!! But i do miss HBO A LOT. But thankfully, presentation is over, which is what i'm happy for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the busy school life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation day is only a few months away! YES! I want to graduate! I just want to graduate, faster, FASTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully my FYP goes smoothly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-4008255639596371016?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4008255639596371016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=4008255639596371016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/4008255639596371016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/4008255639596371016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-finally-over.html' title='Its FINALLY over!'/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-4554144078823260442</id><published>2009-09-13T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T01:48:54.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One CRAZY day.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was one CRAZY day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sort of travelled around the whole Singapore. &lt;br /&gt;With my cousins and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, went K box for K-lunch at Clementi. The food is yucky but luckily i managed to sing the songs I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Suntec for waffle at the Waffle Place, Cottage, and actually our initial plan was to go for but the IT fair. But in the end, we went in for around 15 mins then we leave le. ZOMG crowded and stuffy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, CHANGI. We wanted to go there to see airplane and Ah Gua and also have dinner. First, we had photo-taking session and also, dinner over there. We walked too much in the airport searching for the right food with a cheaper price to eat till we ended up eating at the Mcdonald's.=.='''&lt;br /&gt;After eating, we think that its quite impossible to see the planes already cause its night time, thus we headed somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, my family was dinning at Geylang, in some Hong Kong Tim Sum shop.( SO ENVIOUS, WHILE I'M HAVING JUST MCDONALD'S!)&lt;br /&gt;Then they decided to go Mustafa center at Serangoon after that. We decided to join them so we left Changi for Serangoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, I got to visit Mustafa Center. First ever visit. First impression, its really one shopping center mainly for indian shoppers. It has a lot of stuff, household, food, clothes and more. But the uncomfortable thing is, its big but  kind of squeezy. Cause the shelves and stuff are closely arranged to one another, leaving only small walking spaces in between. After buying the stuff( which is known to be cheaper ), we headed to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ORCHARD! FOR CLUBBING! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG! MY FIRST CLUBBING EXPERIENCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First impression over there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOUD AND NOISY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are thai dancers dancing and live bands singing in that club and all of them are quite good-looking. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially the Thai dancers, all have HUGE BOOBS. O.O &lt;br /&gt;but i think they are all fakes. HAHA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bands are quite good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drank and played games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its also quite messy cause there's fighting and quarreling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was a bit tipsy after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i kind of like the experience, cause it seems that I'm inside another WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A world that has no troubles. You just need to enjoy yourself and immerse yourself in loud music. (I thought my ear drums were going to burst that time.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i understand why people like to visit this kind of places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, cabbed back to JURONG(my homeland). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathed and ZZZZZZZZZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, What a day.  &lt;br /&gt;and it shall remains as one of those memorable memories I have.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-4554144078823260442?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4554144078823260442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=4554144078823260442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/4554144078823260442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/4554144078823260442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-crazy-day.html' title='One CRAZY day.'/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-7306061586385342874</id><published>2009-09-04T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T12:50:18.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm NOT happy.=(</title><content type='html'>I'm happy NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my relationship with people is getting screwed up at this point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've lost a few of the most important friends in my life, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationship with sister worsen, talking to her is like talking to a pig, SHE CAN NEVER EVER LISTEN TO WHAT I'VE SAID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thinks that what she's doing now is right. RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, one day she shall know her mistakes and REGRET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying hard and hopefully i can achieve something in future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing her not putting in any effort in her life makes me frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see one day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: My photos that i've sent for the S.O.S competition are selected for exhibition at vivo city! ZOMG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-7306061586385342874?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7306061586385342874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=7306061586385342874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/7306061586385342874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/7306061586385342874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-not-happy.html' title='I&apos;m NOT happy.=('/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-4084069032462997665</id><published>2009-08-14T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T07:44:06.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FREEDOM</title><content type='html'>FINALLY! My holiday is here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can smell the air of FREEDOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This torturing semester has passed, and here comes my attachment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm posted to a company that I've never ever though that i'll be posted to, cause its one of the better companies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home Box Office (HBO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, i shall jiayou! and enjoy the attachment time, and try to learn as much as i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO GO JIAYOU!=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: So gonna snap off my hair soon. next week.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-4084069032462997665?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4084069032462997665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=4084069032462997665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/4084069032462997665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/4084069032462997665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/08/freedom.html' title='FREEDOM'/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-8602675323160460471</id><published>2009-08-13T10:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T11:03:59.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust.</title><content type='html'>I think the most important factor in doing project work together is TRUST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not the first time i'm feeling that my ability is doubted.&lt;br /&gt;I know my own ability, i may not be as good but I'm willing to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever, I just don't wanna the workload to be unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is the difference between people. The better ones and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only say good luck to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, one day i shall be somebody. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wait and see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-8602675323160460471?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8602675323160460471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=8602675323160460471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/8602675323160460471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/8602675323160460471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/08/trust.html' title='Trust.'/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-8463724766734983264</id><published>2009-08-10T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T10:25:29.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of tree, leaf and wind</title><content type='html'>A very nice story=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The story of tree, leaf and wind&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People call me “Tree”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had dated 5 girls when I was in Pre-U.&lt;br /&gt;There is one girl who I love alot but never dared to go after.&lt;br /&gt;She didn’t have a pretty face, goodfigure or an outstanding charm.&lt;br /&gt;She was just a very ordinary girl. I liked her. I really liked her.&lt;br /&gt;I liked her innocence, her frankness, her intelligence and her fragility.&lt;br /&gt;Reason for not going after her was thatI felt somebody so ordinary like her was not a good match for me.&lt;br /&gt;I was also afraid that after we were together all the feelings would vanish.&lt;br /&gt;I was also afraid other’s gossip would hurt her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt that if she were my girl, she’d be mine ultimately &amp; I didn’t have to give up everything just for her.&lt;br /&gt;The last reason, made her accompanying me for 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;She watched me chase other girls, and I have made her heart cry for 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;She was a good actor, and me a demanding director.&lt;br /&gt;When I kissed my second girlfriend, she bumped into us.&lt;br /&gt;She was embarrassed but smiled &amp; said, “Go on!” before running off.&lt;br /&gt;The next day, her eyes were swollen like a walnut.&lt;br /&gt;I did not want to know what caused her to cry.&lt;br /&gt;Later that day, I returned from soccer training to get something &amp; watched her cry in the classroom for an hour or so.&lt;br /&gt;My fourth girlfriend did not like her.&lt;br /&gt;There was once when both of them quarreled.&lt;br /&gt;I know that based on her character she is not the type that will start the quarrel.&lt;br /&gt;However, I still sided my girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;I shouted at her &amp; ignored her feelings and walked off with my girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;The next day, she was laughing &amp; joking with me like nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;I know she was hurt but she did not know deep down inside I was hurt too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I broke up with my fifth girlfriend, I asked her out.&lt;br /&gt;Later that day, I told her I had something to tell her.&lt;br /&gt;I told her about my breakup.&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally, she has something to tell me too, about her getting together.&lt;br /&gt;I knew who the person was. His pursuit for her had been the talk of the School.&lt;br /&gt;I did not show her my heartache, just smiles &amp; best wishes.&lt;br /&gt;Once I reached home, I could not breathe.&lt;br /&gt;Tears rolled &amp; I broke down.&lt;br /&gt;How many times have I seen her cry for the man who did not acknowledge her presence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During graduation, I read a SMS in my hp.&lt;br /&gt;It said, “Leaf’s departure isbecause of Wind’s pursuit. Or because Tree didn’t ask her to stay”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Leaf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People call me Leaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the 3 years of Pre-U, I was on very close terms with a guy as buddy kind.&lt;br /&gt;However, when he had his first girlfriend, I learn a feeling I never should have learn – Jealousy. Sourness to the extreme limit.&lt;br /&gt;They were only together for 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;When they broke up, I hidmy happiness.&lt;br /&gt;But after a month, he got together with another girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked him &amp; I know he liked me.&lt;br /&gt;But why won’t he pursue me?&lt;br /&gt;Since he loves me why he didn’t he make the first move?&lt;br /&gt;Whenever he had a new girlfriend, my heart would hurt.&lt;br /&gt;After some time, I began to suspect that this was one-sided love.&lt;br /&gt;If he didn’t like me, why did he treat me so well?&lt;br /&gt;It’s beyond what you will normally do for a friend.&lt;br /&gt;I know his likes, his habits. But his feelings towards me I can never figure out.&lt;br /&gt;You can’t expect me a girl, to ask him.&lt;br /&gt;Despite that, I still wanted to be by his side.&lt;br /&gt;Care for him, accompany him, and love him.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that one day, he will come to love me.&lt;br /&gt;Because of this, I waited for him.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wondered if I should continue waiting.&lt;br /&gt;The pain, the dilemma accompanied me for 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of my 3rd year, a junior pursues me.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday he pursues me.&lt;br /&gt;He’s like the cool &amp; gentle wind, trying to blow off a leaf from a tree.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I realized that I wanted to give this wind a small footing in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I know the wind will bring the leaf to a better land.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, leaf left the tree, but the tree only smiled &amp; didn’t ask me to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaf’s departure is because of Wind’s pursuit. Or cause Tree didn’t ask her to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I like a girl called leaf.&lt;br /&gt;Because she’s so dependent on tree, so I have to be a gust wind.&lt;br /&gt;A wind that will blow her away.&lt;br /&gt;When I first met her, it was 1 month after I was transferred to this new school.&lt;br /&gt;I saw a petite person looking at my seniors &amp; me playing soccer.&lt;br /&gt;During ECA time, she will always be sitting there.&lt;br /&gt;Be it alone or with her friends, looking at him.&lt;br /&gt;When he talks with girls, there’s jealousy in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;When he looked at her, there’s a smile in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at her became my habit. Just like, she likes to look at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, she didn’t appear.&lt;br /&gt;I felt something missing.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t explain the feeling except it’s a kind of uneasiness.&lt;br /&gt;The senior was also not there as well.&lt;br /&gt;I went to their classroom, hid outside and saw my senior scolding her.&lt;br /&gt;Tears were in her eyes while he left.&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I saw her at her usual place, looking at him.&lt;br /&gt;I walked over and smiled to her. Took out a note &amp; gave to her.&lt;br /&gt;She was surprised. She looked at me, smiled &amp; accepts the note.&lt;br /&gt;The next day, she appeared &amp; passes me a note and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It read, “Leaf’s heart is too heavy and wind couldn’t blow her away.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s not that leaf heart is too heavy. It because leaf never want to leave tree.”&lt;br /&gt;I replied her note with this statement and slowly she started to talk to me &amp; accept my presents &amp; phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;I know that the person she loves is not me.&lt;br /&gt;But I have this perseverance that one day I will make her like me.&lt;br /&gt;Within 4 months, I have declared my love for her no less than 20 times.&lt;br /&gt;Every time, she will divert away from the topic.&lt;br /&gt;But I never give up.&lt;br /&gt;If I decide I want her to be mine, I will definitely use all means to win her over.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t remember how many times I have declared my love to her.&lt;br /&gt;Although I know, she will try to divert but I still bear a small ray of hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that she will agree to be my girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t hear any reply from her over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;I asked, “What are you doing? How come you didn’t want to reply?”&lt;br /&gt;She said, “I’m nodding my head”.&lt;br /&gt;“Ah?” I couldn’t believe my ears.&lt;br /&gt;“I’m nodding my head” She replied loudly.&lt;br /&gt;I hang up the phone, quickly changed and took a taxi and rush to her place &amp; press her doorbell. During the moment when she opens the door, I hugged her tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaf departure is because of Wind pursuit. Or because Tree didn’t ask her to stay…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Moral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, we win very rarely, but when love is true, even if you lose, you still win just for having the tingle of loving someone more than you love yourself.&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time when we stop loving someone, not because that person has stopped loving us but because we have found out that, they'd be happier if we let go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we close our eyes when we sleep? When we cry? When we imagine? When we kiss?&lt;br /&gt;This is because THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THINGS IN THE WORLD ARE UNSEEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things that we never want to let go of, people we never want to leave behind, but keep in mind that letting go isn't the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;It's the beginning of a new life.&lt;br /&gt;Happiness lies for those who cry those who hurt, those who have searched and those who have tried.&lt;br /&gt;For only they can appreciate the importance of the people who have touched our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great love?&lt;br /&gt;It's when you shed tears and still you care for them, it's when they ignore you and still you long for them.&lt;br /&gt;It's when they begin to love another and yet you smile and say, "I'm happy for you."&lt;br /&gt;If love fails, set yourself free, let your heart spread its wings and fly again.&lt;br /&gt;Remember you may find love and lose it, but when love dies, you never have to die with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strongest people are not those who always win but those who stand back up when they fall. Somehow, along the course of life, you learn about yourself and realize that there should never be regrets, only a lifelong appreciation of the choices you've made.&lt;br /&gt;Loving is not how you forget but how you forgive, not how you listen but how you understand, not what you see but how you feel, and not how you let go but how you hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's more dangerous to weep inwardly rather than outwardly.&lt;br /&gt;Outward tears can be wiped away while secret tears scar forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's best to wait for the one you want than settle for one that's available.&lt;br /&gt;It's best to wait for the right one because life is too short to waste on just someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaf's departure wasn't because of Wind's pursuit or Tree didn't ask her to stay.&lt;br /&gt;Leaf's departure was because she needed an excuse to find the world of her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wind- comes and goes freely. It may be a strong gust of wind that carries leaf away from tree but how long can wind carry her along his journey?&lt;br /&gt;Leaf was carried away by wind but was also left alone by wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without wind's pursuit or without tree asking her to stay, one day, leaf will also detach herself from tree. Not because of wind, but because she wants to grow into something more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-8463724766734983264?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8463724766734983264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=8463724766734983264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/8463724766734983264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/8463724766734983264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/08/story-of-tree-leaf-and-wind.html' title='Story of tree, leaf and wind'/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-7681839350977251326</id><published>2009-08-09T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T09:52:34.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking ridiculously sweet dream</title><content type='html'>I had a fucking ridiculously sweet dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had two princes who love me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i wish i would never wake up from that dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-7681839350977251326?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7681839350977251326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=7681839350977251326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/7681839350977251326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/7681839350977251326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/08/fucking-ridiculously-sweet-dream.html' title='Fucking ridiculously sweet dream'/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-2294808519306861712</id><published>2009-08-08T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T09:48:29.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>我的王子你在哪裡?</title><content type='html'>Oh My God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I've not been in a relationship before in my whole entire 18 years of life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how I survived through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L O V E is so hard to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to find somebody that can see real beauty within despite of the appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real world is too practical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how some people can simply just change steads from time to time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish there's really be a prince waiting for me somewhere, so that all this while that I've been waiting is worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的王子你在哪裡?&lt;br /&gt;我等你等到好辛苦! =C&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-2294808519306861712?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2294808519306861712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=2294808519306861712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/2294808519306861712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/2294808519306861712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='我的王子你在哪裡?'/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-3598175767280130715</id><published>2009-07-28T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T10:15:32.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So happy till i can cry!</title><content type='html'>I'm so happy today! Happy till i can cry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got distinction for my photography assignment!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is like the only second distinction in my entire poly life so far.zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm damn damn damn damn fucking happy lah..Super high about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause my grades for the rest of the modules are like Cs..so i told myself, even if i don't score well in the other modules, i hope i can get an A for photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what, it turned out to be a DISTINCTION! Fucking happy=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks James for appreciating my photos. He even asked me to print out one of it for him to pin up in his office! Really thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, too high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally get to finish The Mad Painting too. But super busy from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm somehow grateful to be in this course, cause I've realized that I still have things that i want to pursue from this course modules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha..thanks=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-3598175767280130715?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3598175767280130715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=3598175767280130715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/3598175767280130715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/3598175767280130715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-happy-till-i-can-cry.html' title='So happy till i can cry!'/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-365981654140622041</id><published>2009-07-27T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T02:25:01.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm such a failure.</title><content type='html'>I think that I'm just a failure in almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't score well in modules i picked.&lt;br /&gt;I don't earn enough money to help my family. and worst still, ask for more money when i need.&lt;br /&gt;I failed in handling relationships.&lt;br /&gt;I can't get to do the stuff i like.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what i want to do for my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just all too shitty. I wanna help but yet in the end i just screwed them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz...I think i can just DIE now.&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/7028053999031257355-365981654140622041?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/365981654140622041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=365981654140622041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/365981654140622041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/365981654140622041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-such-failure.html' title='I&apos;m such a failure.'/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-8397002679335001202</id><published>2009-07-25T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T11:24:57.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHH SO NO LIFE!</title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOO NO LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored, but its not because I've nothing to do, but too many things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZZZZzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a change in my life now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can i just don't care about assignments and project? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i know i CANNOT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK MY LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I want my social life back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-8397002679335001202?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8397002679335001202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=8397002679335001202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/8397002679335001202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/8397002679335001202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/07/ahhhh-so-no-life.html' title='AHHHH SO NO LIFE!'/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-6203487357430907202</id><published>2009-07-23T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T06:49:27.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry, i know it hurts.</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry, I know it hurts, but I've to say all this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I really want to help you get out of the sufferings. It hurts me twice as much when I hurt you. Cause i would never ever want to see you get hurt. I need you to wake up from the dreams and face the reality. What is really important to you now is to concentrate on your studies. I really hope that you can pull through all this and smile when you look at your own result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't want to see you cry again, never ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'm sorry but I really can't lose a friend again, cause its very painful to lose one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-6203487357430907202?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6203487357430907202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=6203487357430907202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/6203487357430907202'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028053999031257355.post-1040747107742139696</id><published>2009-07-11T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T10:20:26.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsettling feeling.</title><content type='html'>This unsettling feeling, &lt;br /&gt;i wish it can go away,&lt;br /&gt;cause its seems impossible to tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-1040747107742139696?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1040747107742139696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=1040747107742139696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/1040747107742139696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/1040747107742139696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/07/unsettling-feeling.html' title='Unsettling feeling.'/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-1215809454219020902</id><published>2009-07-06T10:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T10:21:57.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UNTOLD FEELINGS.</title><content type='html'>UNTOLD FEELINGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painful to keep, heart-wrenching to tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-1215809454219020902?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1215809454219020902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=1215809454219020902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/1215809454219020902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/1215809454219020902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/07/untold-feelings.html' title='UNTOLD FEELINGS.'/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-3165096736987682414</id><published>2009-07-04T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T11:52:34.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life analysis</title><content type='html'>I decided to publish this cause i think its damn true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;十二星座終極完美分析&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;〞★　射手座終極完美分析&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;樂觀與憂愁：射手座人的內心不是外表看上去那麼樂觀的，因為喜歡看的遠，容易擔憂的事情也就多，在他們的字典裡，即使現在好，也不一定代表未來好，有時候很多人覺得很好的一個工作或一個伴侶，他們很輕易的就會放棄掉，可能只是因為一個毫不起眼的小原因。所以，這樣的外在表現，就讓人們覺得他們不喜歡被某件事情或某個人束縛住，追求自由的，沒有壓力的感覺。 現實：常說射手座是追求夢想的人，但往往忽略了他們現實的一面，算計起來不會比處女座差哦，只是更高明更隱藏罷了。射手座人的夢想是必須建立在現實的基礎上的，一般他們很少談及自己的夢想，而是實際的去做一些向夢想靠攏的事情。如果可以借巧力完成的事情，決不會多花一點工夫。所以有時候射手座也容易給人耍小聰明的感覺。可是，不得不承認他們完成的還滿不錯。也許終其一生，他們都在考慮怎麼巧妙的做一些事情，花最少的精力去達到最好的效果。所以，很多射手座看上去讓人們會覺得很懶，但是其實他們的大腦可沒有停下過思考現實的事情。 拒絕低俗：幾乎所有的射手座內心都是驕傲的，其程度絕不亞於獅子座。只不過他們不會顯現在臉上，外在的表現總是隨和的，恰當的。可是內在有著極強的自尊心，敏感也情緒化。因為射手座人心中是驕傲的，所以他們拒絕低俗，不喜歡任何俗氣的、粗魯的事或人。如果可以，他們希望一切有關的事物，都是優雅的、高尚的，值得品味的。而真正能讓他們覺得值得交朋友或談戀愛的人是很少的，雖然表面上他們是很隨和的。 多情：很多人說射手座多情，尤其是男性。其實在射手座人的心目中，對於愛情確實有理想化的傾向，和他們談戀愛，是一件高難度的事情。他們非常討厭俗氣的人，所以你不能很物質或喜歡談錢，但是他們又很現實，所以你不能一文不名，各方面也必須有一定的實力。物質與精神，你必須平衡的剛剛好，才讓他們覺得你值得去愛。或者，你有足夠的神秘感，可以讓他們不知道你的缺點在哪裡，而盲目的愛你。一般，當然是沒有完美無缺的人的，所以，可能像金牛座這樣永遠會讓射手感覺捉摸不透的悶悶的人，會非常吸引他們；或者象雙子那樣，足夠機智，懂得察言觀色，捕捉他們的情緒，才會讓他們感覺到愛情的甜蜜。一般射手的感情模式是，第一階段，你們還不熟悉，他（她）愛上了你，非常熱情。第二階段，你們逐漸熟悉，而他（她）開始龜毛，整天挑剔你的毛病，無論是背地裡還是當面。如果你有幸通過他（她）的挑剔過程，基本挑剔出的毛病為零或者你把缺點保密的非常好；那麼進入第三階段，他們就又是忠誠和熱情的愛人了。但是基本能通過第二階段的人非常少，所以有了射手多情一說。其實射手對戀人的挑剔，是源於對愛情的挑剔，對喪失自由感的恐懼。 射手座人的人生，往往是幸運的，因為他們是聰慧的、明朗的、通透的。與眾不同，也許是他們終生追求的夢想，希望每一個射手人，可以找到他們的夢想！ 　　人人都說射手座是感情的騙子，對愛情不尊重，只追求片刻的快感，是花心與沖滿慾望的象徵。朋友們…你們瞭解射手座最真實的一面嗎？ 射手座是大孩子，天真與善良，遇到愛情時，可能讓人感覺不認真，付出的比誰都少。可是，知道嗎？射手座很想愛，卻也很怕愛！剛開始他們只是慢慢的付出，謹慎的愛，好怕自己會受傷。可是在一句一句的愛，一天一天的相處下，射手座把帶刺的防備丟掉，開始不顧一切的去愛他們所愛的人，在別人眼中，只是射手座為了達到某種目的而作的行動。可射手座不介意，他會在自己幸福的想像中陶醉，希望對方能感受自己的愛，想對方覺得與自己一齊是幸福的。 在射手座愛上了一個人，他會把自己放到最後。有苦自己承擔，可能會因為吵了一場小架而不開心，卻也是最快認錯，無論誰的錯，他們都會包容，知道嗎？射手座會因為深愛一個人而原諒他的背叛，會因為你的一句話付出很多。他們愛玩，在玩的同時，也希望把那一份好心情帶給你，射手座是樂觀的。 　 人們總覺得射手座的世界很快樂，可是呢？射手座難過時沒有人知道，他不想讓別人可憐自己，射手座不堅強，可是很善良。在你難過時哄你開心，讓你有依靠，分手後，他會哭者去想屬於你們倆幸福的回憶，也不想愛的人因為同情而勉強和他一齊。他比誰都希望自己愛的人快樂幸福，卻常常忽略了自己，全身都是傷也笑著告訴你，我很好不用擔心。 　　在所有人看到他的笑容以為他沒事，卻不知道失戀對射手座有多大傷害，華麗的外表下有一顆脆弱的需要別人瞭解和安慰的心。知道嘛？你的一點關心，心思細膩的射手座會記得你對他的好，把自己的愛毫無保留的送給你，射手座是不被瞭解的，可他們不會怨誰。他們會傻傻的認為，讓我承擔吧，別讓別人也受到傷害。所以，不要讓快樂的射手座痛苦，別讓他們最有魅力的笑容成為掩飾痛苦的偽裝，認真愛射手座。你會知道射手座的愛，是充滿淚水的...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-3165096736987682414?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028053999031257355.post-3192445549147542024</id><published>2009-06-30T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T11:04:25.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life still sucks.</title><content type='html'>OOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhh....Life still sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe things will change after i graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll definitely be much more happier and life will gradually change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not let this stupid three years of setback drag me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make a difference, and live a more meaningful life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe i can and i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: sorry to my dear friends...that i can't meet u all up even its holiday. haiz...assignments suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously think that exams are more exciting than assignments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-3192445549147542024?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3192445549147542024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=3192445549147542024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/3192445549147542024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/3192445549147542024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-still-sucks.html' title='Life still sucks.'/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-71425674646515723</id><published>2009-06-08T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T08:53:32.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOST and DEPRESSED.</title><content type='html'>I suddenly feel lost and depressed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and feels like i don't have anyone to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dunno what's the meaning of studying in this course now.Studying for the sake of getting this goddamn Diploma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stressful assignments, lousy grades. Makes my life all stressed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even crying won't help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a life.&lt;br /&gt;and love i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least when i'm depressed i'll have a shoulder to lean on. and at least i know someone's there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-71425674646515723?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/71425674646515723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=71425674646515723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/71425674646515723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/71425674646515723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/06/lost-and-depressed.html' title='LOST and DEPRESSED.'/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-7873623336902025972</id><published>2009-05-22T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T08:18:02.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Tiring Life.</title><content type='html'>Hello peoples~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back, and back to the tiring life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its always like this when the terms starts again. I'm year 3 now, everything seems expected.The hardship, the stress, the lack of sleep. But i still manage to hang on to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the 4th week now, but seriously, I'm exhausted already. However, this is the last year for my poly life, I'll JIAYOU de! Hopefully i can survive till i graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my first 4 weeks with the FYP first batch and i really had fun. My poly life wasn't as fun as this before. Thanks guys! Now, they are leaving for IAP, seriously, I'LL MISS YOU GUYS MAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next batch is coming, and it shall be another beginning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had dinner with Hanhui and Rachael.Finally get to meet Rachael after 5 months,and i realized that she changed. It seems that she became more mature, and more experienced in this industry.Ya and i think this is the purpose of IAP. To train us and be more familiarize with the industry that we are going to in three years time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really nostalgic, when we sit down and eat together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing a lot of peoples!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear Meow,&lt;br /&gt;Ade,&lt;br /&gt;JASMINE!(WHERE ARE YOU???)&lt;br /&gt;Cherine and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm definitely gonna miss the first batch FYP people, Hui sian, Debbie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best to you guys~ LOVES&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-7873623336902025972?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7873623336902025972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=7873623336902025972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/7873623336902025972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/7873623336902025972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/05/back-to-tiring-life.html' title='Back to the Tiring Life.'/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-1664041865278156272</id><published>2009-05-09T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T10:16:48.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Serene's friend</title><content type='html'>I have a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's said that her life is screwed and there's too much stuff to worry about. I told her, "Gal, actually you are considered fortunate, there's a lot more people who are way less fortunate than you in this world. And there's a reason why you are in this state now. Life will eventually be fair."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, she suddenly ask me, "Can I just die?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taken aback and realized that how lonely she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's always a very cheerful person to me, she likes to make people laugh and smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now she's seems to be very depressed deep inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could help her, but it seems that i can't do anything to help her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what should i do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-1664041865278156272?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1664041865278156272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=1664041865278156272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/1664041865278156272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/1664041865278156272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/05/serenes-friend.html' title='Serene&apos;s friend'/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-92994706630010567</id><published>2009-05-08T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T10:35:02.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Life.</title><content type='html'>Time flies and i'm in the third year of my poly life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gone through a lot, more than what i have expected. But it seems that all the challenges,obstacles and criticism are never ending. Its the third year now and yet i feel that i'm still like in my first year. I think i can never excel in this F**king course and the reason behind it is that i don't feel like trying hard for it. Am i a failure? I just don't like to do something that i dislike. The reason why I'm STILL in this course is because i want to pursue a diploma and get out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointments, sacarsm, acheivements, should i care?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking, i definitely can't survive doing what i don't like for the rest of my life. Its just too meaningless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-92994706630010567?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/92994706630010567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=92994706630010567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/92994706630010567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/92994706630010567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-life.html' title='No Life.'/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-5298704490952693361</id><published>2009-04-18T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T02:24:38.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Family Day=)</title><content type='html'>yo..i'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling much better since the previous post.It seems that my family is getting back to normal slowly.&lt;br /&gt;Dad's not that crazy anymore.&lt;br /&gt;But mum's health s deteriorating.&lt;br /&gt;I hope she can take care of herself more, cause she's too stubborn to take in any advices from us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, ever wonder how a perfect family day should be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i guess my family has its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly it'll be mum yelling us out of the bed in the afternoon.(we usually sleeps till the afternoon on a no-school/work day)&lt;br /&gt;Then, we'll go do to the foodcourt/market nearby to have our brunch.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we'll return home and help mum finish up allll the housework.&lt;br /&gt;It'll be around dinner time after everything's done.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we'll head to a shopping centre, let's say Jurong Point, to have our dinner.&lt;br /&gt;While mum, dad and bro went to look for seats in the food court, we sisters will go and buy the movie tickets(our plan is to catch a movie).&lt;br /&gt;Then we'll order the food and tuck in (cause we are usually very hungry after everything).&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the movie to start, we'll rock the arcade!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mum, sis and my would usually play the street basketball machine. My mum is good man!&lt;br /&gt;and i scored my first 600 for the smaller street basketball myself=D  &lt;br /&gt;We got addicted to the game and we spent 20 plus on that..haha..&lt;br /&gt;The machine will produce tickets that we can exchange for gifts. We'll always crowd in front of the glass display and pick the gifts that we want.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Its movie time! &lt;br /&gt;The perfect family day would usually end off with a supper.&lt;br /&gt;and la la la..we'll head back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is already perfect to me=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, i made cream puff 3 days ago with adelene! and guess wad? Everybody said that its nice!! I feel kind of proud of us! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided, i want to open my own Cream Puff Cafe one day! so everybody! must buy my cream puff!!=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ya, school's reopening..i'm going back to the busy schedule. Hopefully i can survive through this year. And get out of this stupid school. and BYE FOREVER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-5298704490952693361?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5298704490952693361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=5298704490952693361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/5298704490952693361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/5298704490952693361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/04/perfect-family-day.html' title='Perfect Family Day=)'/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-2955565665373349727</id><published>2009-03-30T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T10:14:34.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope.</title><content type='html'>I really hope that someday somebody will tell me that i don't have to keep trying so hard, i can just be what i want to be and don't care about what others think of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in this practical world, Its IMPOSSIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, face the fact man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-2955565665373349727?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2955565665373349727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=2955565665373349727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/2955565665373349727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/2955565665373349727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hope.html' title='I hope.'/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-3333823868340224518</id><published>2009-03-30T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T10:18:24.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAIZ.</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling so "HAIZ" now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is collapsing due to the financial difficulties.&lt;br /&gt;My dad become very hot-tempered.&lt;br /&gt;He keeps throwing his temper on us.&lt;br /&gt;We just had Macdonald's but it seems that eating Macdonald's now is a spendthrift thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;Cause dad said that we didn't tell him the cheaper deal which is the student meal and he threw his temper on us. &lt;br /&gt;I find him unreasonable and talked back. Then out of rage, he slammed a bowl.&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked. &lt;br /&gt;Why did my dad become like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As part of the family, we didn't expect much from our parents. &lt;br /&gt;We downgrade from our own 4-room flat to a rental 2-room flat.&lt;br /&gt;We once sat in an air-conditional car, but now we sat behind the smelly back of the lorry.&lt;br /&gt;We didn't expect to go overseas every year; we didn't ask for a high-tech handphone or a PSP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A meal with the family is more than enough. Cause when we sit together, memories flashes through our minds. We laughed about the stupidest thing that we did when we were young; talk about our parents dating past; the food that we misses; and those days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't count myself unfortunate cause i know there's way lot of people who are even more unfortunate then me.&lt;br /&gt;But i hope things can change.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna give my parents and family a better living. &lt;br /&gt;But it seems impossible.&lt;br /&gt;I'm screwed at this point of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna help yet my help seems so insignificant.&lt;br /&gt;I'm envious of those rich people. &lt;br /&gt;Money is the most horrifying thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;It can tear a family apart and the damage is irreparable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want my happy family back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-3333823868340224518?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3333823868340224518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=3333823868340224518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/3333823868340224518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/3333823868340224518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/03/haiz.html' title='HAIZ.'/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-5809808008241216401</id><published>2009-03-21T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T11:47:16.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplicity can just be as happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Primary School Gathering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've attend a primary school gathering recently at Vivocity and we catch up with one another about our current life and studies.All of them can't recognize me cause i can admit that i really changed a lot. But its ok, cause i know them=) One of my friend somehow remember me because of our height difference, he said, " Are you the one who is always very very tall and i'm the one who is always very very short beside you?" We burst into laughter when we heard that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only 5 of us, but yet i think its more than enough. We went to catch a movie, the recent thai horror movie, Coming Soon. My friend suggested to watch that movie but he said that he's scared, he even said that why humans are so stupid cause they spend money to scare themselves. OK, all the while i'm screaming when the scary parts came and my friend who was sitting beside me always got a shock. She said that the movie is scary because there's me. HAHA! Oh ya, and that day, i realized that eating potato chips is better than munching nachos and popcorn when you are watching a movie.(Thanks Amin for smuggling in the potato chips!=D) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we went to chit chat at a hawker centre. We laid out our primary school report book( cause one of my friend suggested us to bring and make it a tradition) and snapped pictures of them. We reminisced the old primary school days and all of us agree that primary school days were the best. Cause everybody was innocent and naive. There wasn't such thing as betrayal and there were no hypocrites. I've always miss my primary school life in Jurong Town Primary but i didn't know that actually there's more out there who misses it as much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sad to say, I don't have the chance to visit my primary school again, cause its closed down. I can only look at it whenever i walk past the pavement beside the school. How i wish i can go back and look at the places that i've ran about last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt happy, a heart-warming happiness that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made Cheese Swirl Brownies with Adelene, my beloved secondary school friend! Ok, its our first attempt but it turns out not as bad.My family member says that they are delicious=) and i played with her nephew! He is such a cute boy~ He keeps nua and nua, i guess babies are like that. He loves to bite things, he just grabbed my finger and start biting! But luckily, his teeth are not grown out yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that,i caught a movie with my family, Paul Blart: Mall Cop. This is a MUST watch man! Its really hilarious! Even my mum who doesn't really understand english commented that this is a great movie. Before watching the movie, my mum and us went to rock the arcade at Jurong Point! I'm glad and amazed that my mum actually plays the games! She's good at the street basketball man! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After today, I realized happiness can be simple.Baking a cake with your love ones, playing with a baby, playing arcade with your family, or even watching a comedy with your love ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplicity can just be as happy=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, and the Pepper Lunch date with Meow(cathi)~ We are the pepper lunch buddies man! haha...I really had fun that day and we shall eat it again=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-5809808008241216401?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5809808008241216401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=5809808008241216401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/5809808008241216401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/5809808008241216401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/03/simplicity-can-just-be-as-happy.html' title='Simplicity can just be as happy.'/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-4532229791814366684</id><published>2009-03-18T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T05:51:55.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IF I...</title><content type='html'>I&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'m thinking, if i ever have the chance to meet him again, i want to be friends with him forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-4532229791814366684?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4532229791814366684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=4532229791814366684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/4532229791814366684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/4532229791814366684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-i.html' title='IF I...'/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-1591395715304524643</id><published>2009-02-17T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T09:34:06.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No mood for everything.</title><content type='html'>Yo, i'm here to blog again..like finally i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... actually, its kind of like i've nothing to do now or rather, I don't feel like doing anything else, thus, I'm here to blog.Or else i'll be like watching anime or playing facebook instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, at some point of time, i feel like i don't wanna do anything, like no mood for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MOOD to watch anime or read manga even though i like to,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MOOD to care about projects and assignments,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MOOD to even bother to eat a piece of chocolate which i felt like eating, and that's why i bought it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MOOD to chat with friends that I haven't been meeting for a LONG LONG time even though I know I should do some catching up with them,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MOOD to bother about people i should care for,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MOOD to think about my future,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MOOD to do whatever that i'll usually do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing is, i realized that I'm like subconsciously losing the ones I love. It seems that as time passes, people really do change. Change, due to the change of environment and even due to the friends they have made. Is this all due to my negligence of them? Or they really do forget me and don't see me as the same importance as last time as time passes? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME, I really hope that it can be rewinded and go back to the happy moments I once had with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate this feeling. Cause they are Important to me and i cherish them even though i don't get to see them often. I don't want to lose anyone of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always think that i'm really fortunate, which i still think so, cause i have a wonderful family and awesome friends. But deep inside, I don't understand why I still feel lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always laugh,crap,joke with the people around me, but when everything comes to an end and when I'm alone, i just feel a tinge of loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like going on a pessimistic strike subconsciously. That's why people always say that those who look happy on the outside are actually quite pessimistic deep inside. They try very hard to hide their sad feelings, cause they don't want others to worry about them. And they love to make people laugh. Able to make others smile or laugh makes them feel that slight satisfaction and happiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yup, that's what I think and feel too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making people laugh makes me happy=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, sayonara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-1591395715304524643?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1591395715304524643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=1591395715304524643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/1591395715304524643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/1591395715304524643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-mood-for-everything.html' title='No mood for everything.'/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-6085683273698128146</id><published>2008-12-13T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T12:24:07.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY and CONGRATULATIONS to me!</title><content type='html'>Yo People! its been a while since i've blogged, AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..i'm here to blog about my 18th birthday! i had a birthday at my dad's friend's pub with my cousin, jefferson! cause my birthday is one day after his, so we celebrate it together. Hmm...was quite shag after that night cause i drank quite abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHOTOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before going to the pub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a camwhore session as usual..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left to right, my dear cousin,Sandy, my dear sis, peini and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/SUQM809TNdI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-4Rbd6_JeuA/s1600-h/DSC00879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/SUQM809TNdI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-4Rbd6_JeuA/s320/DSC00879.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279358902332503506"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and sis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/SUQM8mP7skI/AAAAAAAAAMc/9pBQPyymZok/s1600-h/DSC00663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/SUQM8mP7skI/AAAAAAAAAMc/9pBQPyymZok/s320/DSC00663.JPG" border="0" alt="" id=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/SUQM7d452uI/AAAAAAAAAMU/jfIiTxiZOi0/s320/DSC00661.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279358878960179938"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandy, me and sis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandy and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/SUQM8lJsssI/AAAAAAAAAMs/qYOATqd6bvo/s1600-h/DSC00876+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/SUQM8lJsssI/AAAAAAAAAMs/qYOATqd6bvo/s320/DSC00876+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279358898089538242"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was playing around with sandy's spec.. BLACK SPEC IS THE TREND NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/SUQM8lhkvdI/AAAAAAAAAMk/CCK4izOj5uA/s1600-h/DSC00655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/SUQM8lhkvdI/AAAAAAAAAMk/CCK4izOj5uA/s320/DSC00655.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279358898189680082"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my sis suggested kissing my cheek for my birthday present from her...then end up everybody gave me a kiss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS SOOO LOVED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/SUQPubOfDeI/AAAAAAAAAM8/D2z4vSp5awU/s1600-h/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/SUQPubOfDeI/AAAAAAAAAM8/D2z4vSp5awU/s320/cats.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279361953441975778"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, my uncle drove us down to the pub and we had ta da! The birthday celebration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake! its cookies n cream from prima deli!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/SUQQcJ2SGII/AAAAAAAAANM/j2DKYgMhde0/s1600-h/DSC00681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/SUQQcJ2SGII/AAAAAAAAANM/j2DKYgMhde0/s320/DSC00681.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279362739051042946"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/SUQQb8Lbb5I/AAAAAAAAANE/6XaNW8ReURo/s1600-h/DSC00682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/SUQQb8Lbb5I/AAAAAAAAANE/6XaNW8ReURo/s320/DSC00682.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279362735381639058"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, the birthday gal and boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/SUQQycu71bI/AAAAAAAAANU/sOHa_11j808/s1600-h/DSC00715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/SUQQycu71bI/AAAAAAAAANU/sOHa_11j808/s320/DSC00715.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279363122077619634"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/SUQRWoUr8yI/AAAAAAAAAN8/_lb4z3cj9Hg/s1600-h/DSC00720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/SUQRWoUr8yI/AAAAAAAAAN8/_lb4z3cj9Hg/s320/DSC00720.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279363743664042786"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/SUQRWDALycI/AAAAAAAAAN0/jKTJtniCspY/s1600-h/DSC00729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/SUQRWDALycI/AAAAAAAAAN0/jKTJtniCspY/s320/DSC00729.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279363733645937090"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/SUQRV_fIDgI/AAAAAAAAANs/DMtEeUBPPHk/s1600-h/DSC00704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/SUQRV_fIDgI/AAAAAAAAANs/DMtEeUBPPHk/s320/DSC00704.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279363732701974018"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/SUQRV01y8yI/AAAAAAAAANk/8mWxF9zKk3g/s1600-h/DSC00699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/SUQRV01y8yI/AAAAAAAAANk/8mWxF9zKk3g/s320/DSC00699.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279363729844269858"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/SUQRVedTpwI/AAAAAAAAANc/tMfactw1nNM/s1600-h/DSC00694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/SUQRVedTpwI/AAAAAAAAANc/tMfactw1nNM/s320/DSC00694.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279363723835975426"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yup, pub is a colourful place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, then my whole family went to ate buffet at a 5 star hotel the next day! but, it was kind of a disappointment..the food wasn't as nice as i expected. but we were still happy about it=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so blessed to have my family=) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, thanks meow, ah sian and uncle xiang for celebrating my birthday too!&lt;br /&gt;love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, now i have a good news to announce!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My clip, Bizarre Beauty is selected by MTV and it'll be broadcasted on TV!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm damn damn damn happy about it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy that my creativity has been recognized and i've proved the fucking idiotic freaky shit WRONG! This means that i'm not the one thats problematic, but that shit is! That shit is just not fit enough to be an educator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLIP REMOVED(Can't upload the clip cause of some policy conflict)&lt;br /&gt;watch it on MTVASIA.COM&lt;br /&gt;ok I wanna show beauty in a weird way. i've used peacock, my hands and my eye in this clip. Why peacock? cause its known to be one of the most beautiful creature on earth. and why eyes? cause we often use eyes to see and judge beauty. I've used my hands for the peacock's feathers because i want it to look weird and it resemblance the peacock spreading its feathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out!&lt;br /&gt;Serene=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-6085683273698128146?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6085683273698128146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=6085683273698128146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/6085683273698128146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/6085683273698128146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-and-congratulations-to.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY and CONGRATULATIONS to me!'/><author><name>Serene</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/_sfnZj2gYkr4/SUQM809TNdI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-4Rbd6_JeuA/s72-c/DSC00879.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028053999031257355.post-8282887337352257508</id><published>2008-09-29T23:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T00:57:31.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All STRESSED UP</title><content type='html'>Life's getting more and more difficult ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having my holiday now but i'm not feeling relax at all.Instead,i feel all tense and stressed up,rethinking of whether to quit my course or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently doing my Creative Nonsense project AGAIN and i'm getting all stressed up by it,cause of that YT. He has been changing and changing his own ideas for at least 5 times but he beat around the bush and shoot back at us(my friend and i) that we are the ones who made all this little changes.like WTF? Doing this project is really a TORTURE. NO freedom and lots of restrictions,all set by YT. He didn't even know wad he really wants. He made us animated the clip halfway and asked us to change the words and scene suddenly(but all this that we have done is wad he has approved earlier on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were fucking dispirited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried ,a hell lot and long,outside the classroom,somewhere in the open space,somewhere people couldn't find me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depressed and lost, but i just want to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to quit,but everybody willl say,its already 1 and a half yrs!    ya,i've came so far,yet i want to give up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M LOST.fucking lost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but one thing for sure, if i have the money, i'll DEFINITELY quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i've already told myself,if i'm to fail this project,i'll quit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-8282887337352257508?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8282887337352257508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=8282887337352257508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/8282887337352257508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/8282887337352257508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-stressed-up.html' title='All STRESSED UP'/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-870239258159939641</id><published>2008-06-21T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T10:40:02.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>god's fair no more=(</title><content type='html'>I used to be very cheerful,but i realised that i become less and less cheerful after my poly life starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problems from studies,kinship,relationship and friendship made me into someone who smiles lesser and lesser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what i always believe : God's fair in everything he create and decide, but now i realise that god's getting more and more unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i think that i'm very fortunate, thing's different in the end. Heartache is what i get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'll be fine. Cause i'm still optimistic enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: and i found somebody who thinks alike as me...but..is that a good thing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-870239258159939641?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/870239258159939641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=870239258159939641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/870239258159939641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/870239258159939641'/><link rel='alternate' 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side of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.I hate this conflicts.I don't care about wealth although we really need it.I just want a happy family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY FAMILY.i really do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:ok blogging about sad stuff again...and 3 months,you guys shall see my change=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-5084818167357360222?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5084818167357360222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=5084818167357360222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/5084818167357360222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/5084818167357360222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-family.html' title='happy family?'/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-585559693011703588</id><published>2008-02-28T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T06:59:37.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Konichiwa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M STAYING OVERNIGHT IN SCHOOL TODAY!(to rush out my proj)and this is my virgin stay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Jovi,tina and alex..lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this special yet weird feeling....i just can't describe this feeling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'll miss this school if i'm going eslewhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I'LL SURELY MISS MR JOVI!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHHAA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya guys around...soonnn..like 1 day?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-585559693011703588?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/585559693011703588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=585559693011703588' title='0 Comments'/><link 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time!YIPPPPEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL I SHALL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;CATCH UP WITH MY FRENS&lt;br /&gt;&gt;PLAN MORE FAMILY DAYS&lt;br /&gt;&gt;PLAN COUSINS OUTING&lt;br /&gt;&gt;GO KBOX&lt;br /&gt;&gt;PLAY BASKETBALL&lt;br /&gt;&gt;BLOG ABOUT MY PAST FUN&lt;br /&gt;&gt;MAKE LOTS OF DESSERT&lt;br /&gt;&gt;EXERCISE LOTS&lt;br /&gt;&gt;CATCH UP WITH ALL THE ANIME AND DRAMA I'VE MISSED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DADAdadada....there's lots of stuff to do!but as usual,so little time to fulfill...BUT I SHALL SQUEEZE ALL THE ACTIVITIES IN THAT TIME I HAVE. keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok,bye guys and seee you guys REAL SOON.(like 2 days you know.hee.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-820434937090326334?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028053999031257355.post-8404133690046954748</id><published>2008-02-03T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T22:09:42.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNlucky ah!</title><content type='html'>Believe it or not,I'm so unlucky recently!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking UNlucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems to be not what i want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i don't think i can stay on to this course anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grades are too bad,attendance too low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be able to do well,I assume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YT's getting crazy and CRAZIER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T seems to hate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually missed the DAE registration for SP,and i appealed,but they rejected me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;FUCK.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my only hope is at NP.But I don't think i'll have a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cna help me get out of this course?By all means,&lt;em&gt;PLEASE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELP ME!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be grateful...very...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-8404133690046954748?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8404133690046954748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=8404133690046954748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/8404133690046954748'/><link rel='self' 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birthday celebration with my cousin together with our friends and family at Bukit Batok CSC Clubhouse=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really had a lot of fun and was super touched when Adelene brought me her homemade chocolate BIG cupcake and received the MP3 from Cat and friends!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS EVERYBODY FOR ALL THE BIRTHDAY WISHES AND PRESENTS!!!LOVES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serene=DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: i'll upload the photos if i have time soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-4979759422044847609?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4979759422044847609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=4979759422044847609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/4979759422044847609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/4979759422044847609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/11/birthdaysss.html' title='BIRTHDAYSSS'/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-7982693657618102269</id><published>2007-11-27T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T23:07:00.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been awhile since i last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hours ago, I was scolded by an old,unfriendly and snobbish blonde lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was finding a model for my studio project,Creative Nonsense, and i'm doing on the theme ' spreading love through kisses'.Then i need to find people from different races,age group and gender to help me...All they have to do is to face the camera and kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got almost all the different races and age group already,just that i left the race, Eurasian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searching desparately, i saw a blonde eurasian after my lunch at the coffeeshop near my house. Then,i decided to approach her. However, she and her friend walked towards a fruit stall so my mum and i followed her to the stall.When i met her there, i said 'Hi,i'm doing a studio project on.....". The lady intercepted what i was saying and said impolitely "do you know that you are tailing me and tailing is an offence and you can be fine for it." I was stunned and speechless. Then disappointedly, i walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know finding models to help me out for my project is tough,but, i won't force anybody if they really don't want to. Its ok to reject me ,but i hope that i wont be getting such an impolite rejection. I understand not everybody would like to be caught on the camera, so i won't be unreasonable. However, getting such a rejection really pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's one of the worst attitude person i've ever met in my going-to-be 17 years old life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people really have to be humble a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: BIRTHDAY'S COMING!!!I'm really looking forward to it=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-7982693657618102269?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7982693657618102269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=7982693657618102269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/7982693657618102269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/7982693657618102269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-been-awhile-since-i-last-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-767200858867465690</id><published>2007-11-05T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T02:19:52.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A DAY WITH BAD MOODS</title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;A DAY WITH BAD MOODS&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, i quarrelled with one of my friend at Dippin' Donut. I did nothing to him and he said something that offended me alot.&lt;br /&gt;I was super angry then i scolded him back to him harshly. He was super pissed off,so he came out of the kitchen and quarrelled with me.(i'm service crew and was serving a customer at that time). Then he scolded "I'M ALREADY IN A BAD MOOD WORKING INSIDE THERE ALREADY,SO YOU DON'T MESS UP WTH ME!FUCK YOU!'. As i was still fed-up i scold back to him the same thing"I'M ALSO IN A BAD MOOD WORKING OUSIDE HERE ALREADY,SO YOU DON'T MESS UP WITH ME!FUCK YOU!" We quarrelled right infront of the customers and i think everybody was flabbergasted. Then, I breakdown and cried. I DUNNO WHY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's super barbaric and when we were quarrelling, he said we don't have to quarrel so much,we just have to call our people down and we fight. And he still said that he doesn't care if i'm a female or a male, he'll still beat me up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, it all started with his stupid comment. Its his fault in the first place but he didn't want to admit it no matter what.He said he did nothing worng. He's already &lt;B&gt;29&lt;/B&gt; years old and yet he's stil so childish and inmatured. All he knows is fight and SEX.(HE'S A DESPO FREAK FOR SEX!) He also sexual harassed my friends,etc, trying to kiss my friend by force. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HE NEVER THINKS BEFORE HE SAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE HIM FOR NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm kinda regretted quarrelling with him,especially in front of everybody.Moreover, i used the word "FUCK YOU!" so naturally. I feel ashamed of myself now. *SIGHED*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's forever not so peace and smooth for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friendsT.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-767200858867465690?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/767200858867465690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=767200858867465690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/767200858867465690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/767200858867465690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-with-bad-moods.html' title='A DAY WITH BAD MOODS'/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-6084766555093461055</id><published>2007-11-01T09:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T09:45:37.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My BIRTHDAY is coming!</title><content type='html'>Hmm..recently i suddenly miss my seconday sch frens and frens that i met from Djeirainc(weijian's fc) alot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLanning to meet them out some days...to reminisce those old days..LOL...i think i really can be a person that think OLD..or rather maturely.HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK,MY BIRTHDAY IS COMING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A birthday cake from my AH DE!!!LOL...if you have the time to make one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to SING MY ASS OUT at KBOX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly feel like making cookies with my Ah de again..we make GREAT cookies ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:I'm getting my Sauna Solution tomorrow!!YIPEE~...say goodbye to my fats..XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serene=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that i'm a person who is way too lucky.Only if i'm not so lucky to get a place from MGBD,i'll not end up in this kind of SHIT.=C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anqi, cry your ass out bah, you'll feel better=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-6084766555093461055?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6084766555093461055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=6084766555093461055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/6084766555093461055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/6084766555093461055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-birthday-is-coming.html' title='My BIRTHDAY is coming!'/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-3577068555086392604</id><published>2007-10-29T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T03:19:30.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MET CAT!</title><content type='html'>ok,I missed CAT THE MEOW so much, that i met up with her 2 weeks ago...and i met gib..hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went shopping again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 2 shirts from IP zone again-.-...lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, cat ,gib and i went to pasta mania for dinner...and then,we went to play arcade=D.(our usual routine?)LOLX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK,as usual,me and cat took a picture=DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62899207@N00/1797616655/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2242/1797616655_1d9a73c0bc_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="DSC00007" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love MEOW!hhaahahahahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-3577068555086392604?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3577068555086392604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=3577068555086392604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/3577068555086392604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/3577068555086392604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/10/met-cat.html' title='MET CAT!'/><author><name>Serene</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://farm3.static.flickr.com/2242/1797616655_1d9a73c0bc_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028053999031257355.post-2595649289862121227</id><published>2007-10-29T02:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T03:24:50.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The FUN at Work!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;The FUN at Work!!!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work can be tiring and boring..but..for my job, a little tinge(or rather a lot) of FUN brights up the whole atmosphere=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FUN AT DIPPIN' DONUTS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok,there's this particular day that we had a lot of fun...first we ate Moo-Moo ice cream during working time(OOPS!!)..luckily our boss wasn't here..hee..and my friend actually served the customers with the ice in her hand-.-'''...LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we had the photo -taking session!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62899207@N00/1797616667/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2312/1797616667_3de304348c_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="DSC00015" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Julie and syidah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62899207@N00/1797628015/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2205/1797628015_c4d8e666be_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="DSC00017" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62899207@N00/1797616671/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2331/1797616671_9789250b75_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="DSC00016" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie,Syidah,Cheow Fern and Me!(this two pictures is taken by our manager..our AL-PA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62899207@N00/1797628037/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2090/1797628037_33b521039c_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Dippin" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally,THE DD GANG!(ok,not everybody but some people only..kitchen and service crews=D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya..and the donut that our manager created...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62899207@N00/1797616659/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2243/1797616659_d9ca4ce3bb_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="DSC00009" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all think that this can be sell during X'mas day...my manager seriously got talent sia...and he made one donut that i seriously love it!I named it the "Blackforest"...XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serene=D!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-2595649289862121227?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2595649289862121227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=2595649289862121227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/2595649289862121227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/2595649289862121227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/10/fun-at-work.html' title='The FUN at Work!!!'/><author><name>Serene</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://farm3.static.flickr.com/2312/1797616667_3de304348c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028053999031257355.post-7558854015832842144</id><published>2007-10-16T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T21:33:31.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Boring Day.</title><content type='html'>AH SIAN AH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its such a boring day.&lt;br /&gt;At first, i intended to go to k box but my friend suddenly can't make it...and i have to finish my assignment for my course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, i'm still stuck with my 3D assignment...gotta do it in school tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i just wanna say this again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS CATHI!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz...cat, we should go out and take more pictures together cause i lost all my photos when i reformatted my computer.Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok,nothing special today except that i actually woke up earlier to do my assignment.Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck and Jiayou for those taking 'O' level this year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-7558854015832842144?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7558854015832842144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=7558854015832842144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/7558854015832842144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/7558854015832842144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/10/boring-day.html' title='A Boring Day.'/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-2550353329316606592</id><published>2007-10-15T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T03:06:44.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW SEMESTER!</title><content type='html'>GUESS WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ONE AND A HALF MONTH holiday has passed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOday's is the first day of a new semester!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME REALLY FLIES.especially for those happy moments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday was,fun yet there's some dissatisfaction..some problems at work...but i really enjoy myself during and only the last week of holiday...The most significant fun i had was going k box to SING MY ASS OUT!LOLX...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One super duper cool thing today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE STARTED TO GET HANDS-ON ON 3D PROGRAM!!!so cool!!!its like first day of the semester and we are starting to use the software nd create some virtual world...and the leaturer who taught us is a humorous person..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok,lesson ended le!yippi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:  i Miss cat so much sia!I miss those days when we waited for one another then we go to sch together...i miss those days where we ponten lesson together and went to the sch's library to sleep...haiz....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-2550353329316606592?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2550353329316606592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=2550353329316606592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/2550353329316606592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/2550353329316606592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-semester.html' title='NEW SEMESTER!'/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-6176207319131837293</id><published>2007-09-03T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T20:55:13.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEVER EVER judge a book by its cover!</title><content type='html'>I'm in school now!!!for some semestral briefing-.-....and my leaturer(tj) was late for ONE HOUR!!!Moreover,she told me not to be late yesterday when i went to school for some showreel thingy and then she's late today-.-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok,something BIG happened yesterday midnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOST MY HANDPHONE!!! I was having supper with my mum and siblings.Then, we went home and i realised that i lost my handphone only after one hour i reached home! Then, my mum started scolding me cause i lost my handphone before-.-...after ALOT OF SCOLFING, my mum called my handphone. For the first time she called,the person who picked up my phone answered.But there was only silence.Then the person eventually spoke when my mum called more and more times. Then,he asked us for $50 if we want him to return us the handphone.i was like "what the fuck???hahahah!" cause firstly,my whole handphone plus simcard only cost my 8 BUCKS and its not those kind of super good phone.I rather give him the phone and get my simcard back cause with 50 bucks,i can get a even better phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing is,my parents actually agreed to give him the money!!!!They scolded me and said that its all my fault cause i placed my handphone there and forgot to take it. So,its reasonable to give the person money since he's willing to give us back the handphone.WHAT THE FUCK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the negotiation, my parents,siblings and I went down to meet him at the busstop near my house. As we didn't see him coming,my mum called him again.She spoke to him in a gentle manner and asked him whether he's coming or not. I seriously couldn't take it cause we shouldn't be so gentle to him!He'a like blackmailing us for money by using my handphone!!! We waited for like 30 mins and i couldn't take it ,so i called him. I told him in a not-so-good manner to be quick and demanded him to be here by 5 mins. After i hung up,my parent was like shocked and they scolded me that they didn't know that i'm such a mean person.BUT!is him the person who is mean first! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then,the person finally came. The shocking thing is,he's the server of the coffee shop and we know one another! He always came to chat with us when we are down for meal! My mum was like talking to him in a gentle  tone and said "oh thank you so much" when he returned the hand phone. Then the person said"aiyo,you must keep your handphone probably ah".But he's like a hypocrite! Then, my mum offered to give him the 50 bucks.He was like smirking and said that 20 bucks will be enough!.HE HAS THOSE KIND OF CUNNING LOOK! But we don't have smaller change and my dad rushed to exchange money and they pased him the 20 bucks. I was seriously disappointed with the person and MY PARENTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was seriously dumbfounded and i kept quiet for the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO,WE REALLY SHOULD NEVER EVER JUDGE A BOOK BY ITS COVER!some one whose good and ncie to you may not be a good person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise that as i grow,i'm seeing more and more of the ugly sides of human beings.Human beings aren't really perfect.&lt;br /&gt;And No human beings can be and will be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-6176207319131837293?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6176207319131837293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=6176207319131837293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/6176207319131837293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/6176207319131837293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/09/never-ever-judge-book-by-its-cover.html' title='NEVER EVER judge a book by its cover!'/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-5474932003055126803</id><published>2007-09-02T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T09:09:36.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet CRASHED!</title><content type='html'>Sorry to inform u guys that my internet CRASHED and i can't blog for probably this few days or maybe this few weeks, until my internet's bill is cleared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok,changed blogskin=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:i'm blogging at my cousin's house,thus,i'm able to use the internet=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-5474932003055126803?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5474932003055126803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=5474932003055126803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/5474932003055126803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/5474932003055126803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/09/internet-crashed.html' title='Internet CRASHED!'/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-6357370140037344566</id><published>2007-08-27T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T19:51:29.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, haven't got the chance to blog for these few days because my comp somehow crashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was a happy week but for this week,unhappy stuff keep happening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, first, all my friends in SP,NP,RP and even NYP are already on their vacation, and now i'm still rushing for my studio project which is due this fri and it like not even 50 % done...but i admit that i've been too slacky cause i really have no mood to do this project cause i've been troubling about whether to withdraw from school or not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, My classmates, jia en's mum, and zheng hao's grandma passed away...I think its hard for them to concentrate on this project since such a big thing happened. And i hate it when somebody asked whether i'm going to jiaen's mum's wake or not,but deep inside,they don't want me to go. Condolences to jiaen and zhenghao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adelene's matter is still not settled yet..and the guy really makes me super angry...i think i shouldn't even help him in the same place...he just took all my help for granted.Only if he could do what he should have done a few weeks ago...Maybe i shouldn't have believe somebody i don't know so well so much. NOw i know that, I SERIOUSLY CANNOT JUDGE A PERSON BY ITS APPERARNCE,NOT EVEN ITS WORDS AND ACTIONS.ALL might just be lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, my friend i know since primary 4 onwards gave me a call at about 8 yesterday when i was rushing for my project in school. She cried and told me that she felt like withdrawing from the JC she's studying now and re-apply for another school next year. I was quite surprised as she has been trying very hard in this JC..But she say sh'e not doing very well for her previous tests...Her biggest obstacles about the withdrawal its actually her parents.They don't let her withdraw from JC cause they have this mindse that as the youngest child in the family,my friend should follow her elder sibling's footstep to be a university graduates. My friend was really confused about this matter yesterday. She doesn't want to make a wrong choice again. But today,she messaged me and said that she've decided to take her promo exam first before she consider about the withdrawl stuff cause she doesnt want to regret anything.Its good that she got this decision=)JASMINE!!!NO MATTER WHAT DECISION!I'LL SUPPORT YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, I've only THREE more days left to rush for my project and FOUR more days to end my suffering=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that everything will be fine after this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND AND!!! I MISS CATHI THE MEOW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62899207@N00/1253619657/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1039/1253619657_3c8eb2c701_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="DSC01473" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pic we took last week...and there's THE GREEN GANG!!i shall blog about it next time=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-6357370140037344566?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6357370140037344566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=6357370140037344566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/6357370140037344566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/6357370140037344566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/08/ok-havent-got-chance-to-blog-for-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Serene</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://farm2.static.flickr.com/1039/1253619657_3c8eb2c701_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028053999031257355.post-1492160261364283067</id><published>2007-08-20T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T11:51:27.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fun in MGBD today!</title><content type='html'>time now:1.25AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, i wanted to say SORRY to my dear Cheow Fern cause i was late for school for 2 hours and i kept her waiting for me to do the project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, i wanted to say SORRY to Han hui, Rachael and Shavien cause i can't join them for Pepper Lunch today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, today, CF and I find it better to work outside the stuffy and cold classroom, so we went to the "so call the open space in our sch" to do project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found a bench outside the shelter that's in the "open space" and then we settled down to do our stuff.It kinda warm out there and CF suggested to move the bench into the shelter.But i was lazy to move it cause it's kinda heavy.haha.But then, we still move it in,in the end because it seemed like it was going to rain then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the act of moving the table into the shelter(the distance is quite big!), i can proved that MISS CHEOW FERN IS STRONG!!!MUAHAHAHAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its kinda fun working outside there, cause we get to turn on our music and whenever anyone we know happens to pass by,he or she will wave at us,even from far.haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the slack-ers,Rina,Mustapha,Yinwen and Firdaus came(OOPS!).ok, i admit that i'm a slack-er too.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, we SLACKED and also PLAYED..haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Cheow Fern found a weird and interesting insect on the ground and we were amazed!Then Firdaus picked the insect up and placed it on the bench and we had this short photo session for this insect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/RsnVkh_xmqI/AAAAAAAAABA/lCOfahtf5hY/s1600-h/DSC01317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/RsnVkh_xmqI/AAAAAAAAABA/lCOfahtf5hY/s320/DSC01317.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100842876551666338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/RsnWOB_xmrI/AAAAAAAAABI/WNRbTKPETEE/s1600-h/DSC01316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/RsnWOB_xmrI/AAAAAAAAABI/WNRbTKPETEE/s320/DSC01316.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100843589516237490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This insect got a beautiful colour and its skin texture is hard and rough.(said by firdaus who touched it..haha..i don't dare to touch it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rina and Mustapha both wore Polo-tee, so they wanted to act nerdy...thus,they buttoned all the way up to the collar and posed "nerdi-ly"...And i suggested them to show their landyards cause i think that's what nerds do(NO OFFENCE=X).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/RsnYih_xmtI/AAAAAAAAABY/g75ZkwoeQoo/s1600-h/20-08-07_1625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/RsnYih_xmtI/AAAAAAAAABY/g75ZkwoeQoo/s320/20-08-07_1625.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100846140726811346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mustapha and Rina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, Rina wanted to be even more nerdy, so she wore my specs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/RsnZCB_xmuI/AAAAAAAAABg/yT1EGJ7xnTM/s1600-h/20-08-07_1628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/RsnZCB_xmuI/AAAAAAAAABg/yT1EGJ7xnTM/s320/20-08-07_1628.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100846681892690658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, i find them looking kinda cute instead of nerdy in this picture...haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these, Rina gotta go home and Mustapha gotta get back to work...so they left us. BUT!we still got yin wen and Firdaus!!!Then, we sang(actually for most of the times, she sang by herself only..haha!)She said she's a malay-wannabe and she wanted to be a nurse...but she has phobia against blood...so its kinda sad for her...Then, i suggested her to apply to be an Air-Stewardess cause she's a cute gal=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok,for firdaus,CF and I saw him for like more than 5 times today when we were sitting down there..then, he joined in the fun.He wore a NUS(National University of Singapore)jacket which has this "RAFFLES" word on it and we were like" how come you are here?This is NYP,not NUS!"...WAHAHAHAAHHAA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, i realised that we drank alot of packet drinks...and i got three packets!haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/Rsncrh_xmvI/AAAAAAAAABo/cY_aNjooJo8/s1600-h/DSC01320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/Rsncrh_xmvI/AAAAAAAAABo/cY_aNjooJo8/s320/DSC01320.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100850693392145138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, Rina drew this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/RsndNB_xmwI/AAAAAAAAABw/4sK7TwsyiQ0/s1600-h/DSC01319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/RsndNB_xmwI/AAAAAAAAABw/4sK7TwsyiQ0/s320/DSC01319.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100851268917762818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then,i found these pictures in the leaturer's laptop that my classmates and i took during the first week of school,when i got back to class.We were playing with the effects from the photo booth in the laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/RsnejR_xmxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/c5OtyMeBR0M/s1600-h/Photo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/RsnejR_xmxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/c5OtyMeBR0M/s320/Photo+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100852750681479954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the left: Aiz,Cat, Chun hui and Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/RsnfGx_xmyI/AAAAAAAAACA/VDUhvpEaaLQ/s1600-h/Photo+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/RsnfGx_xmyI/AAAAAAAAACA/VDUhvpEaaLQ/s320/Photo+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100853360566836002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, Chun hui and I were just trying to be funny..hahhahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, Chun hui transformed into a ONE-EYED MONSTER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/RsnfrR_xmzI/AAAAAAAAACI/930V7FDa1OA/s1600-h/Photo+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/RsnfrR_xmzI/AAAAAAAAACI/930V7FDa1OA/s320/Photo+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100853987632061234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...This is a picture of the jokers in my class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/RsngaB_xm0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/naIF7R877OM/s1600-h/Photo+25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/RsngaB_xm0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/naIF7R877OM/s320/Photo+25.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100854790790945602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i ever leave, i'll miss all the fun i had in MGBD..and i'll forget all the pains i had in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-1492160261364283067?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1492160261364283067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=1492160261364283067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/1492160261364283067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/1492160261364283067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/08/fun-in-mgbd-today.html' title='The Fun in MGBD today!'/><author><name>Serene</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://bp2.blogger.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/RsnVkh_xmqI/AAAAAAAAABA/lCOfahtf5hY/s72-c/DSC01317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028053999031257355.post-956219013101521886</id><published>2007-08-19T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T12:11:04.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The URGE?</title><content type='html'>August 20, 2007.&lt;br /&gt;Its 2:56AM now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly have the urge to withdraw from my current course after i finish this semester.Then,i'll go to work full time and at the same time i'll wait for the DAE registration to open.Then i apply for the courses i want and wait for their reply.If i can't get into any courses i applied,i'll work and then i re-take some of my subjects for O level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My planning for my future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or is this Just an URGE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.i felt demoralised when i saw a "C" for my third project which is on MTV alternative.I tried so hard and yet i get this kind of result.I've totally no mood to work on my fourth project already.But for Cheow Fern, i'll still do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SIGH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's too many to consider if i want to go into this planning.I've to discuss this with my parents and my course's mentor first,and then i've to check out my chances for the courses i want to apply for the DAE,before i go into this plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Troublesome huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SIGN*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serene.T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-956219013101521886?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/956219013101521886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=956219013101521886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/956219013101521886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/956219013101521886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/08/urge.html' title='The URGE?'/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-6508384537341651093</id><published>2007-08-19T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T11:48:18.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New friends!</title><content type='html'>WOAH HOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOday's one long and tiring day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i started working at this particular doughnut shop,Vinco doughnut,at Vivocity, yesterday. I got to know alot of new friends and i came to realise that this is the best job i've worked so far...although i have to stand for like more than 6 hours...(at least i know its WAY WAY WAY WAY WAY BETTER than my previous job...the stupid provision shop)...the staff there are amiable and fun,and the boss is a nice person!She treated us KFC on my first day of work,and i actually got to eat their doughnuts and have their drinks for FREE!!!!haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then,i got 2 new sisters today,one big sister(Da jie) and one younger sister(xiao mei)..Liyan and Chloe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..they are loving people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, gals ah!No matter what, PLEASE DON'T HURT YOURSELVES!!!!I'll always lend a listening ear if you gals have any problems..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/RsiLix_xmoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/UvtrWjF9FAU/s1600-h/19082007147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/RsiLix_xmoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/UvtrWjF9FAU/s320/19082007147.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100480007649729154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe(xiao mei),Liyan(Da jie) and me!ok, i find myself looking retarded in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe is so amazing!she actually ate NINE doughnuts today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/RsiMjx_xmpI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fbnfRK9gX08/s1600-h/19082007149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/RsiMjx_xmpI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fbnfRK9gX08/s320/19082007149.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100481124341226130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute gals?hahahahahaahahhahahahahahahahahaahhaahahhahahahahhahahahahahahhahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, tata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: the time now is actually 2:47am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serene&gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-6508384537341651093?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6508384537341651093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=6508384537341651093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/6508384537341651093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/6508384537341651093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-friends.html' title='New friends!'/><author><name>Serene</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://bp2.blogger.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/RsiLix_xmoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/UvtrWjF9FAU/s72-c/19082007147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028053999031257355.post-6342249469780598660</id><published>2007-08-17T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T13:26:11.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One TIRED and LONG day.</title><content type='html'>ok, first, maybe i should forget about blogging all the happy stuff i did during the last few weeks...cause,they had passed way too long ago. which i think its quite stupid to mention them now.BUt still,i'll be blogging some random ones.SOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND,maybe i should blog more nowadays cause i can access blogger.com in my house's computer!hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm....recently i'm rushing for my fourth project(pair work) which is about MTV AIDS,which is to do anything on AIDS.But, i've been quite slacky and i feel this sense of guilt cause my friend has been doing most of the stuff and thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BIG BIG BIG &lt;strong&gt;SORRY&lt;/strong&gt; TO CHEOW FERN(CF)!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, as usual,today, i went to school in the morning and did some project stuff with CF.I was quite enthusiastic about it in the morning as we got the concept already but gotta quite moody when it came to the afternoon.CAuse, something happened to my sec school friend which just can't make me stop worrying about her.Then,she asked me out as she had a lot of stuff to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew,she was going to cry hard on me. AND SHE DID, for 2 HOURS.It was about 10pm by the time her tears dried up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth and lies suddenly became so clear that i realised that i might be helping the wrong person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i realised something. "Never ever judge a book by its cover."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to know both sides of the story before u make any judgement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realised something about my classmate,she gives me that hypocrite smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, that's it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIAO~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/RsYBbB_xmlI/AAAAAAAAAAY/zwTGd-jIctk/s1600-h/IMG_3665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/RsYBbB_xmlI/AAAAAAAAAAY/zwTGd-jIctk/s320/IMG_3665.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099765191947688530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/RsYCiR_xmmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/N0Pj94iuFLY/s1600-h/IMG_4371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/RsYCiR_xmmI/AAAAAAAAAAg/N0Pj94iuFLY/s320/IMG_4371.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099766416013367906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/RsYDox_xmnI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5uAH9tsi0yA/s1600-h/IMG_4388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/RsYDox_xmnI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5uAH9tsi0yA/s320/IMG_4388.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099767627194145394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that we can always rememeber those happy days and forget about those unhappy ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-6342249469780598660?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6342249469780598660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=6342249469780598660' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/6342249469780598660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/6342249469780598660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-tired-and-long-day.html' title='One TIRED and LONG day.'/><author><name>Serene</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://bp1.blogger.com/_sfnZj2gYkr4/RsYBbB_xmlI/AAAAAAAAAAY/zwTGd-jIctk/s72-c/IMG_3665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028053999031257355.post-584979328564286339</id><published>2007-07-24T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T02:44:46.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had my drawing lesson just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were told that we can ANYTHING  that express ourself as a teenager..so i drew a cross junction road!!!(but actually  i wanted to draw a basketball court because BASKETBALL IS MY LIFE LAH!BUT!there's a lot of people playing there,so i gvae up drawing it=(( ) I was drawing and drinking bubble tea..hahas...then my bubble tea dropped and burst-.-,it attracted a DAMN LOTSA ANTS!SO,i was drawing beside a puddle? of ants...and i dropped my charcoal more then TEN times-.-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok,why i wanna draw a cross road junction to express my teenage life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause,my life is like a cross junction road,i need to choose a path,a path that decides my future.But now,I've chosed a wrong path,a path that makes me suffer so much...the pain from the suffering leads me to another cross juntion road.  And now,i need to choose another path again,a path that i won't regret,a path that won't lead me to so much sufferings and a path that can make me who i wanna be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused about my decision...i'm so dumb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes,DUMB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK,LET ME TELL U GUYS HOW DUMB I AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i came into my current course, Motion Graphics and Broadcast Design, i was posted to this course called,digital media,in Singapore poly. But then,i went to apply for the JAE appeal and appealed for my current course.I thought i was sure,so sure that i wanted to go to this course,BUT NOW,I'M SUFFERING A DAMN FUCKING LOT IN THIS COURSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOBX SOBX..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See,i'm so STUPID!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was ONCE posted to a good course and school, one that's nearer to my house,one that's not that project-based,one that i can be with all my friends...one that i won't suffer so much,at least for the friendship part...*SIGH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT,i DIDN'T CHERISH it,i asked for a transfer,and i ended up in a FUCKING SHITTY COURSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok,my drawing...its freaking ugly compared to my classmates' drawing=C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62899207@N00/883463699/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1265/883463699_1912c62bbf.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSC00331" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok,going to have dinner with HAN HUI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serene=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-584979328564286339?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/584979328564286339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=584979328564286339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/584979328564286339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/584979328564286339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/07/wooot-had-my-drawing-lesson-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Serene</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://farm2.static.flickr.com/1265/883463699_1912c62bbf_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028053999031257355.post-1778917664796645146</id><published>2007-07-22T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T00:11:26.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok,first,I have been blogging about sad stuff and i would like to brighten this blog up a bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so,i'll be blogging about the fun days soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,i'm in the deadly cold class now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm flabbergasted to find out that somebody is spamming my friend like hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK IS WITH THE SPAMMING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who's spamming is saying that my friend is a bitch but the person is simply helping a REAL FUCKING BITCH.or maybe the bitch is herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the FUCKING BITCH:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU THINK THAT YOU ARE INNOCENT ENOUGH TO SAY OTHERS A BITCH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE AS DIRTY AS A SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP GOING AROUND HURTING PEOPLE,ESPECIALLY MY FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU SIMPLY SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok,gotta have some happy stuff being blogged soon=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-1778917664796645146?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028053999031257355.post-4672540686799008030</id><published>2007-07-15T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T00:22:55.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter and The Order Of Phoenix.</title><content type='html'>*SOBX*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was damn frustrated and fucked up thurs about watching the movie HARRY POTTER AND THE ORDER OF PHEONIX...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAD NOBODY TO ACCOMPANY ME TO WATCH HARRY POTTER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)I asked my fren,adelene,a few weeks ago but she said that she wanna watch it with a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)my sis decided to watch it on last fri wth my cousin but i can't join them cause i decided to work( but in the end i never cause i was seriously sick)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Cathi was watching it with her working friends but she did ask me to come along,but i have to celebrate my dad's bdae last thurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)My fren, Jasmine has no money to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)I asked my cousins whether they wan to watch it or not BUT one of them PANGSEH ME AND WATCHED IT WITH HIS CLASSMATES,and just before that day i asked him again whether he wants to watch it or not,then he said,"you think i print money?"(although i know that his joking,but its hurts)THEN HE GETS TO PRINT MONEY WHEN HE'S WATCHING WITH HIS CLASSMATES??and then he said that it was a SUDDEN DECISION by his FEMALE CLASSMATES to watch it cause they mentioned about watching it last time but was NOT CONFIRMED,so he had no choice but to watch it.BUT I'VE ALREADY ASKED HIM SINCE A FEW WEEKS AGO,AND JUST BECAUSE OF A SUDDEN DECISION,HE WENT TO WATCH IT WITH HIS CLASSMATES.WHAT CAN I SAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN I JUST LOLX AND PRETEND THAT NOTHING HAS HAPPENED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)MY CLIQUE IN POLY WENT TO WATCH IT AND THEY DIDN'T EVEN BOTHER TO ASK ME ALONG EVEN THOUGH I'M JUST SITTING RIGHT BESIDE THEM!!!WTF LOR!they never care about me. *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FULLSTOP.This is the word to our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE?Nobody can accompany me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was damn sad and i did something very wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,I dun feel like mentioning it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SORRY TO MY DEAR ADELENE FOR SHOUTING AT HER AND THANKS DAMN ALOT TO HER CAUSE SHE'S WATCHING HARRY POTTER WITH ME(i did mentioned that she wanted to watch it with a guy instead,but she told a white lie cause she wanted to give me a surprise),AND ITS FREE!!!(cause her sis has free tickets!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS ALOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YA ALWAYS!MUACKS&lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching HARRY POTTER TODAY!!!YIPEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Phoenix.'/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-5836736055909858518</id><published>2007-07-08T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T03:39:46.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm LEAVING!</title><content type='html'>WOAH~~~haven been blogging like don't know how many weeks already...cause my house's PC couldn't access blogger.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's so stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well,i do have the urge to blog during that time but i just couldn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i really want to scream about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;I WANT TO TRANSFER!!!!!!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stay in this course anymore...there's DAMN LOTS OF reasons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm studying with some insensitive people(a few which i wanna name BUT i dun feel like naming him or her now)and yet they pretend to be nice.Leaving me behind for everything,egs:breaks,school dismissal,movie trips,even after buying dinner(i'll remember that time!)....they just dunno how i feel....do they know that i got sad everytime i see them?and do they know that i feel like crying when i'm sitting in MY OWN classroom beside them???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tense atmosphere in MY OWN classroom just makes me feel so pressurised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i have BIAS and DISCOURAGING leaturers who make me feel so discouraged whenever my concept for my project is rejected...*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And,there's a BITCH and a BAPO in my class whom i dun really feel like mentioning them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then,this sch is so damn far from my house and i have to get up early in the morning and only gets to go home very late when i'm rushing fro projects.....this led to my parents' misunderstanding of me,which is damn frustrating because i've already GOING through so much stress and yet they dun undertstand me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the pressure and stress from peers,projects,leaturers and parents really freaked me out...and that's why i came to the conclusion that i want to transfer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SIGH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm LEAVING already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will anybody in my class remembers me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SIGH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;LOVES&lt;/s&gt;: the A,S,D and H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;RESPECTED&lt;/s&gt;S.&lt;br /&gt;Now they are like nothing to me,BUT they made me like nth to them first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I USED TO LOVE THIS COURSE ALOT,BUT U GUYS MADE ME HATE IT SO MUCH NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last thing to give this entry a closure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.winterrowd.com/maze" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.winterrowd.com/maze/maze.gif" width="600" height="466" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a HREF="http://www.winterrowd.com" target="_blank"&gt;Get the code at www.winterrowd.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLEAHZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-5836736055909858518?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5836736055909858518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=5836736055909858518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/5836736055909858518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/5836736055909858518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-leaving.html' title='I&apos;m LEAVING!'/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-1045800204392388744</id><published>2007-06-26T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T06:24:37.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YOOOHOOOO~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to post the pictures i took during the 2 weeks holiday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Sushi making!!!&lt;br /&gt;First thing to start with is to shop for ingredients,seaweed,vinegar for the sushi rice,crabmeat,eggs,mayonnaise,tuna,cucumber,etc.My family and i went DAISO(a shop that sells most of the japanese stuff) and NTUC to shop for them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then,we went to my cousin's house and did before-making preparations like,geting the rice,crabmeat and eggs cooked,cutting the seaweed and cucumber.etc.It was damn fun in the beginning and we kept eating the rice and ingredients and the sushi that was made,cause they were tasted damn nice!Then,it became quite boring and tiring cause we eatb till we ran out of seaweed and we felt bloated.Then,again,we shopped for the seaweed and started doing them again.We kept ,making and making and we used ELEVEN CUPS(as in those cups that are used to scoop uncooked rice)of rice to make!!! We felt so damn relieved when we inally finished making them,cause we were scared that we can't finish using the ingredients...ahahahas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT,for those who've tried the sushi,they said its good=) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62899207@N00/625724723/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1249/625724723_5e43db3cf2.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSC00603" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First,getting all the ingredients together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62899207@N00/625724553/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1300/625724553_9f3f76dca7.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSC00599" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First few sushi that we did...it wasn't that "good-looking" cause its tough to cut rolls of sushi neatly and beautifully!ahahahs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62899207@N00/625724615/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1189/625724615_f07ae54f23.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSC00600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the sushi that i've cut!nice right...but wait,this is only the front view...let's see the back view...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62899207@N00/625724623/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1224/625724623_3233228320.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSC00601" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGLY right????ahahahaahsss.....this is what i mean by making the sushi first time...ahahahahaas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62899207@N00/625724701/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1132/625724701_5d484c845e.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSC00602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another type of sushi we made...this one looks nice..hahas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FINALLY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62899207@N00/625724775/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1100/625724775_25d04c7d43.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSC00752" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SUSHI'S DONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Cookies making!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to one of my best friends(Adelene=)) house to make cookies!!!She prepared all the ingredients before i reached her house cause i was late...so sorry=(....Then,we started making!!!we made some first then we sent them for baking in the oven...13 mins later,they were done!Then,we tasted them.Well,as i said,beginners don't always get thing perfect during the first try.....but the cookies taste nice just that its too tough for the teeth..ahaahasss......but after a few tries,it succeed and we made BEAUTIFUL AND DELICIOUS COOKIES!!We made four flavours,choco chips,marshmallow,nuts,and DARK CHOCO(THIS IS THE NICEST)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62899207@N00/626984782/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1303/626984782_e33e7e1d58.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSC00739" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First,getting the ingredients together..that's always the first step in making anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62899207@N00/626984590/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1364/626984590_38872f1b65.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSC00737" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEANUTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62899207@N00/626984558/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1195/626984558_9278e8f2f2.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSC00736" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROASTED ALMONDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62899207@N00/626908106/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1206/626908106_0f8b49d4c1.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSC00727" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then,we have to sieve the flour...its not an easy job to do cause u have to get all the flour needed in to the bowl clean and quick.....and a spoon actually helped=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62899207@N00/626908040/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1003/626908040_a9bc41b4af.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSC00726" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SIEVED flour.Its more thin and soft=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while sieveing the flour,we had to mix the margarine/butter with sugar.After the sugar has totally melted in the margarine/butter,add in 2 eggs...and stir then again..and its quite gross when the eggs were just added...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62899207@N00/626908284/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1166/626908284_96887d0a26.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSC00728" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what i mean!GROSS Right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that,we pour the flour into the mixed eggs,margarine/butter and sugar and mixed them together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62899207@N00/626984800/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1341/626984800_dadd44aff4.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSC00745" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we just mixed them together,they are still very watery....but the magic of stirring turned it into...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62899207@N00/626141663/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1214/626141663_74a7108dea.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSC00748" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS!!!Its damn hard to stir it as it will become harder and harder as u stir...and i think you all can tell the different by seeing this 2 pictures..hahahs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After stirring,we made doughs of different flavours for ur cookies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62899207@N00/626141647/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1203/626141647_9a9350428f.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSC00747" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The marshmallow flavour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62899207@N00/626984766/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1396/626984766_b196822590.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSC00738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choco chips and nuts flavours!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62899207@N00/626908310/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1304/626908310_79d4bc098f.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSC00734" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DARK CHOCO FLAVOUR!!!For this,i stirred the dough with lot of scoops of cocoa powder and that's why the colour's so dark..hahas...Hmm,it might look gross but it taste real good after baked...ahahahs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was sent for baking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62899207@N00/626908022/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1288/626908022_8df76dd461.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSC00725" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it was baking,the cookies expanded so much that it sticked together!Maybe because my friend added too much baking powder and we placed the cookies too close to one another...hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62899207@N00/625906683/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1222/625906683_e047f07989.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSC00724" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what i mean by sticking "together"...and the marshmallow actually melted when sent for baking and it looks gross!BUt and BUT its taste quite good and teh melted marshmallow tasted like corn flakes..ahahs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after a few rounds of baking( caused we made too many and the oven can't bake them at a go)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62899207@N00/625906531/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1060/625906531_f7bb7c991d.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSC00622" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE DONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YA! and one thing i discovered that day on marshmallow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62899207@N00/626141603/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1203/626141603_cab0d92349.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSC00746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT TASTED DAMN GOOD WITH COCOA POWDER!!!AHAHAHAAHAHS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again,for those who ate my cookies,they said YUMMY except for one-.-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS A YUMMY DAY!!!hahahas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)DRAWING lesson in school!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm....during that 2 days of drawing lesson,we did perspective drawing and gesture drawing...it was fun and effectively helps me in drawing..another reason that the leaturer demostrate on what to draw first before we started drawing...&lt;br /&gt;And i actually became their model and the leaturer and my classmates drew me...the leaturer drew me until super fat and i wonder that's me or not...hahas..my friend actually did better then him..hahas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62899207@N00/626141739/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1024/626141739_5850623cbd.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSC00627" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A DRAWING OF ME BY RACHAEL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62899207@N00/627024838/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1365/627024838_9098d4168c.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSC00630" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And i drew my friend too!!!but,i drew her untill very ugly but actually she a pretty girl=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See!FUN lesson!!!(at least is MORE fun than YT's lesson!hahas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Celebration of my COUSIN's birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the celebration,i cut some fruits!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62899207@N00/627024890/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1176/627024890_cf4a455989.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSC00696" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICE RIGHT???i think i have the flair to be a good wife...hahahs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62899207@N00/627024922/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1026/627024922_beae739a8b.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSC00698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got a Chocolate cream cake and its nice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happy birthday to you,&lt;br /&gt; Happy brithday to you,&lt;br /&gt; Happy birthday to you~&lt;br /&gt; HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After singing the birthday song,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62899207@N00/627024906/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1118/627024906_a6abc61e7a.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSC00697" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They cut the cake!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then everybody were eating the cake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62899207@N00/627085428/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1329/627085428_b7a9ddd0da.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSC00750" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My disgusting yet cute cousin(Jun wei).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62899207@N00/627050186/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1006/627050186_c062efc265.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSC00730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cute cousin(Jia wei) posing for me=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then while eating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62899207@N00/627085404/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1223/627085404_c869df9f24.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSC00744" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my silly cousin was cam-whoring!hahas..he tried to "act man"...BUT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62899207@N00/627050260/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1194/627050260_617ac98b86.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSC00743" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62899207@N00/627050250/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1317/627050250_d257977111.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSC00742" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE'S BETTER IN "ACTING FEMININE"!!!....but it looks like of digusting..ahahas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya,this is the birthday present for my cousins from their mother..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62899207@N00/627050160/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1042/627050160_bec1f98e96.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="DSC00699" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a Turtle that can be wore on hand..hahahs...POWER TURTLES???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62899207@N00/627050210/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1281/627050210_e0ac7c4490.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSC00731" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CUTE BIRTHDAY BOYS!!!(Jia Wei and Jun Wei)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family shopping fiesta on the last 2 days of holi!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first of this 2 days,we went jurong point and shopped until the shop closes...hahahs...And my sisters and i shared money to buy a clothes that all three of us can wear!hahas..Its for the three at a price of one...lolx..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62899207@N00/627115558/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1396/627115558_264d030bba.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSC00704" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62899207@N00/627115564/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1229/627115564_d5a7b7b5d9.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSC00705" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE? NOBODY except US!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then,on the second day,we went shopping at jurong west.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly for these 2 days,we were shopping for food and clothes..hahahs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then while trying for clothes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE CAM-WHORED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62899207@N00/627131872/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1042/627131872_6416822cc5.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSC00720" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62899207@N00/627131588/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1094/627131588_2dc99e4825.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSC00717" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youngest sis and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62899207@N00/627115542/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1168/627115542_d5b82b26fd.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSC00703" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;younger sis and me...i like this pic cause it looks kind of artistic?hahas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62899207@N00/627085500/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1121/627085500_9f51b16d5f.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSC00702" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took this when my sis changing!!!&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally,we came together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62899207@N00/627131546/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1366/627131546_f547971263.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSC00715" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62899207@N00/627131576/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1143/627131576_b9ccef6f15.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSC00716" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE of us=)hmm..have u all notice that my bro is trying to imitate my facial expressions?hahas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62899207@N00/627131606/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1168/627131606_96d5245107.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSC00718" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FOUR OF US!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya,i took this pic and i find it quite nice...hahahs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62899207@N00/627085482/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1237/627085482_8b8cba6734.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="DSC00701" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK!!!A SUPER LONG POST!!!and these were some of the things i did during that nice BUT REALLY REALLY DAMN SHORT holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told ya i played a lot.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-1045800204392388744?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1045800204392388744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=1045800204392388744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/1045800204392388744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/1045800204392388744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/06/yooohoooo-im-here-to-post-pictures-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Serene</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://farm2.static.flickr.com/1249/625724723_5e43db3cf2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028053999031257355.post-4621885382737003880</id><published>2007-06-24T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T05:27:48.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOAH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven been blogging for ages!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME REALLY FLIES!!!cause my two weeks sch holiday has already passed...and for the past two weeks,i have been making FULL use of the days to PLAY and WORK!and homework only took me 20% of the 2 weeks!gagagaagagaga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORK(as in earning money) was of course the toughest thing to do during holidays...BUT had no choice cause i need MONEY to PLAY....ahahahahahs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait,i did go to school for drawing lesson during the first week of holiday,and it turned fun for me...gagaga...the leaturer made me posed for him and my classmate to draw,and he ended up drawing me a fat ass-.-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLAY: The happiest thing to do during holidays!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY PLAYED ALOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Made SUSHI on the 2nd day of holiday&lt;br /&gt;2)Played MAHJONG!!!&lt;br /&gt;3)Made COOKIES on the first and second week(twice)&lt;br /&gt;4)PLAYED BASKETBALL for 2 FULL days!!!&lt;br /&gt;5)went for drawing lesson in school...hmm...fun!&lt;br /&gt;6)Celebrated my little cousins(Brothers-borned on the same day but at different years)BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;7)Watched 2 movies-Pirates of the caribbean:At world's end,Fantastic four:Rise of the silver surfer.&lt;br /&gt;8)SHOPPED for clothes(I.P ZONE) and food and REALLY RELAXED at VIVOCITY! &lt;br /&gt;9)Rent Vcds to watch-200 Pounds Beauty(this is damn nice!!!) and Night at the Museum(ok,actually i haven't watch it cause i don't have the time to!!!2 weeks is not that long!!hahas)&lt;br /&gt;10)Family gathering and shopping on the last 2 days of holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice BUT REALLY REALLY DAMN SHORT holiday=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:I might be uploading the pictures i took during the holiday=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Serene=p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-4621885382737003880?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4621885382737003880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=4621885382737003880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/4621885382737003880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/4621885382737003880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/06/woah-i-haven-been-blogging-for-ages.html' title=''/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-5706070625143613819</id><published>2007-06-07T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T11:34:04.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TODAY WAS FUN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend,Cathi the Meow,some other classmates from my class,and I went to play Basketball in school!It has been a while since cathi and I played basketball,so we were looking forward to the basketball session during the morning.The funny thing was, we didn't had any basketball with us but there's one in our classroom,so we decided to use that one.BUT,the thing is,the ball hasn't have enough air in it.STUPID sia!!But in the end we still used that ball cause we had no choice-.-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was so nice and i took a picture of the sky whereby the sun is blocked by the clouds and there are actually patches of pink and purple lights.It was so nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/62899207@N00/534803414/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1065/534803414_7a21e9e1ca_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="DSC00580" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok,for this picture,the pink and purple patches can't really be seen.hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then,we had a few basketball matches with Cathi's friend's friends.They are funny people!hahas...And one of the guys looks like my couins,personality wise,humourous.hahas.There was one who somehow looked sissy to me=X..hahas...Then,there's another one who can play very well,he can get rebounds easily and can shoot very accurately...moreover,his so muscular...hahas...got six pacs!hahas!And there's many others which i dun feel like mentioning because there were too many.heex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the tiring yet SUPER DUPER FUN basketball session,we went to eat with them(there was only 4 out of the many people left)at mac.It was fun chatting with them.Naughty cathi don't wanna eat anything but we forced her to(hahas)cause she only drank chocolate milk and ate ice kacang for the whole day.But in the end she only ate some fries and drank milo-.-'''CATHI AH!do you know that africans can't even have a taste of how french fries is like???*tsk tsk tsk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that i MUST say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CATHI IS SUPER DUPER PRO IN BASKETBALL!!!SHE CAN SHOOT DAMN ACCURATELY!I even lost to her on ABC...she's just too pro...hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok,I'm damn HAPPY today lahz!heex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basketball brings me joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;Serene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-5706070625143613819?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5706070625143613819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=5706070625143613819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shopped in westmall ALONE for a pair of sandals for myself and a birthday card for my friend Hui Sian.This time round,being alone is kind of lonely and i dun really enjoy the feeling...how i wished somebody could accompany me...but i messaged many people and all were not free...haizzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end,i got a birthday card and a wallet instead of a pair of sandals(cause i can't find the kind i want).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that,i went to Bukit Batok's CSC clubhouse to find my parents and my 9-year old bro.They went there to play jackpot but my was SERIOUSLY and OBVIOUSLY underage,so they put him in the lan gaming shop. Later on when i reached,my mum actually asked me to accompany my bro. CAN YOU ALL BELIEVE IT THAT I WAS ACTUALLY ACCOMPANYING MY LITTLE BROTHER PLAYING LAN GAMES,TO BE EXACT,COUNTERSTRIKE, IN A CLUB HOUSE???i can't believe it...hahasss...BUT it was fun...my bro and i was sort of arguing for what game to play.Hahas...everything ended off when i was helping him registering for the game, O2-jam(cause i wanna play!!hahs).BUT,i didn't managed to complete the registration,so i wasn't able to play it-.-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok,I'm having a damn boring lesson right now. The lesson is so boring till i dozed off just now.So i'm trying to do something to keep me awake...So,i got a website address from my fren,which is about personality test.I did a few and some are really true.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First test i did,What mood are you in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Aren't In the Best Of Moods&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmoodareyouinquiz/down.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you aren't full on depressed, things aren't going your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be hurt, angry, frustrated... or all three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to worry - you'll be feeling fine in no time.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatmoodareyouinquiz/"&gt;What Mood Are You In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is REALLY true....and i expected the test result to be this...cause i'm really DEPRESSED recently...haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second test,What kind of friend are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Good Friend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindoffriendareyouquiz/good-friend.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're always willing to listen&lt;br /&gt;Or lend a shoulder to cry on&lt;br /&gt;You're there through thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;Many people consider you their "best friend"!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindoffriendareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Friend Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE this is true,i dunno,i can't judge it myself..hahahs..but i'm a person who REALLY CHERISHES the friendships with my friends=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third test,What emotion represents you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Emoticon is Sad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatemoticonbestrepresentsyourightnowquiz/sad.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're feeling a tad depressed right now. It will likely pass soon, but for now, you need some major cheering up!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatemoticonbestrepresentsyourightnowquiz/"&gt;What Emoticon Best Represents You Right Now?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok,this is true too, and i did this to support the first i did and to support the fact that i'm REALLY DEPRESSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth test,What kind of food are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#98FB98" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Italian Food&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CAFBCA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindoffoodareyouquiz/italian-food.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comforting yet overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;People love you, but sometimes you're just too much.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindoffoodareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Food Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm don't quite really understand the part when it says that some times i'm just too much,is it in a bad or good way?I DUNNO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Fifth test,what colour is your aura?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Aura is Blue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourauraquiz/blue.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual and calm, you tend to live a quiet but enriching life.&lt;br /&gt;You are very giving of yourself. And it's hard for you to let go of relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of your life: showing love to other people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous blues include: Angelina Jolie, the Dali Lama, Oprah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Careers for you to try: Psychic, Peace Corps Volunteer, Counselor&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourauraquiz/"&gt;What Color Is Your Aura?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...maybe i could try the jobs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixth test,Are you a thrill seeker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Adventurous... Sometimes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouathrillseekerquiz/thrill-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like an adrenaline rush as much as the next person. You like your thrills in small doses.&lt;br /&gt;You're generally pretty calm and level headed. But sometimes you have to go wild and have a  crazy adventure.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouathrillseekerquiz/"&gt;Are You a Thrill Seeker?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is REAL true!! I love THRILLS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventh test,The three question personality test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CDDEFF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EBF2FF"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Idealist (NF)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a passionate, caring, and unique person.&lt;br /&gt;You are good at expressing yourself and sharing your ideals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the most compassionate of all types and connect with others easily.&lt;br /&gt;Your heart tends to rule you. You can't make decisions without considering feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seek out other empathetic people to befriend.&lt;br /&gt;Truth and authenticity matters in your friendships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you give everything you have to relationships. You fall in love easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, you crave personal expression and meaning in your career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With others, you communicate well. You can spend all night talking with someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as your looks go, you've likely taken the time to develop your own personal style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On weekends, you like to be with others. Charity work is also a favorite pastime of yours.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/threequestionpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Three Question Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is true indeed..hahas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok,That's all for NOW.hhas..i can't help it doing lots and lots of personality tests..cause its so fun to know more about&lt;br /&gt; myself=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEEZ,&lt;br /&gt;Serene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-3091802304564647147?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3091802304564647147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=3091802304564647147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/3091802304564647147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/3091802304564647147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/06/yesterday-was-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-2245414241433872439</id><published>2007-06-03T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T06:40:22.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M SO DAMN FUCKING SCREWED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FAILED MY EXAM,WHICH IS THE PROJECT I WAS DOING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haizzz...its all due to poor time management...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to make everything be done at a perfect timing...BUT,things don't go according to plan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was really a BUSY and SCREWED week.I really feel so damn DEPRESSED when i failed my project.Cause,i can do it,but just because i can't meet the deadline of the project,i can't upload my project into the laptop that was used for presentation.It was all a pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,what's over is over...i also dun wanna brood over it anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok,for this weekend,i was simply EATING,SLEEPING and WATCHING MOVIE.I felt that i'm a pig.But,its relaxing.I FINALLY an relax from all the stress...and luckily,my next presentation is six weeks later,so for the following weeks,i'll not be so busy and stressed=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And,the next project is to produce a music video...this is damn cool!And i'll and i better do well in the next project...or esle my grade will suffer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M A SCREWED ZOMBIE.&lt;br /&gt;Serene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-2245414241433872439?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2245414241433872439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=2245414241433872439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/2245414241433872439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/2245414241433872439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-so-damn-fucking-screwed-i-failed-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-5418317888544682437</id><published>2007-05-31T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T03:26:35.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today,i discovered something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to take After Effects CD from Shawna just now at cityhall.Before that,i was early and everybody have not reached yet.So,i was ALONE.But i actually alighted at bugis instead of cityhall because i was too engrossed with the messaging to my friends and i missed the stop.I find myself kind of stupid...hahz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether its fated or not when i missed the stop,cause bugis was one of the places that me and my secondary school friends hanged around during our secondary school life.While waiting for shawna to reach,i browse around ALONE in Bugis Junction.I spent almost all my money on food cause there's lots of delicacies in bugis.I don't even have enough to spend...hahas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was browsing around,i recalled those days when me and my secondary school friends shopped in bugis.I used to dislike going shopping at bugis because my friends always went there last time and i got sick of it.But now,I suddenly realised that it was a blissing to shop with me friends at bugis last time.Cause,now,i don't even have the time to go shopping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking ALONE and i discovered that i actually enjoy this feeling...i felt free as i don't have to care about the people around me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing i discovered today is that I actually enjoy the LONELINESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a LONELY yet HAPPY zombie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-5418317888544682437?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5418317888544682437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=5418317888544682437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/5418317888544682437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/5418317888544682437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/05/todayi-discovered-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-3059198661305277527</id><published>2007-05-27T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T11:56:19.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was HORRIBLE just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did filming for my project and it ended with anger and frustration.I know its all my fault.i knew.I should have charged the batt the day before and shoot everything yesterday...but i forgot.I'm really very sorry!!!my fren ended up scolded by her parents cause i held her up till midnight since 8pm....haizzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, i just wanted everything to be perfect..i dun wanna do a sloppy job AGAIN and make yang tien say that i'm lazy AGAIN,so i kept retaking and retaking the scene...cause they weren't really well taken..but my cousins and friend just got quite fed up...and my parents blamed me for not charging the batt too...my dad just got fed up too cause i wasn't able to help him type his invoice and quotation(which is due tomorrow) cause i was home late.....My friend who was super steady to help me ended up messaging me that she's not going to help me anymore,cause she say i got all the grades i want,but she got all the scoldings...I DUN WANT TO...and i DUN MEAN IT...haizzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i know is all my fault...i should have do wad i suppose to do...then everything can be done smoothly...I'm in the WRONG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like DYING...and I DESERVE to be DEAD....can anybody kill me???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I"M TRULY SORRY TO MY DEAREST FRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now,i realised that i still have one scene haven take yet...this is so frustrating, i dunno wad to do now...will she be so steady and help me again if i ask her to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DUNNO...but i HOPE SO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS AND SORRY for taking everybody's time today...especially my ah ma,my cousins and my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to change,i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everything will be fine tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a dying zombie now.Sad and Depressed.&lt;br /&gt;Serene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-3059198661305277527?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7028053999031257355.post-108328626763742334</id><published>2007-05-23T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T10:45:36.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today,i'm &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY&lt;/strong&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with one of my old friends,Jasmine.i can say that she's one of my best friend and who i confide to.I had a nice lunch with her and we chatted alot.Then we went shopping after that.In the middle of the shopping session,jasmine wanted to go toilet.But she went the wrong way.She travelled down from the level we were at to find a toilet even though there's one at the level.I shouted to her that there's toilet about it,but it was too late as she was already on the escalator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while waiting for her to come up,i went to browse at the yellow.I didn't notice her coming up.When i went out of the shop to find her,she was gone.I was shocked,and i panicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went searching for her at the level she went to just now.But i can't find her.i was scared.But eventually i found her after knowing where she was through messaging.We went toilet without me and went to browse at shops after that-.-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT,I'm glad that i found her.whew~She really scares me and this was not the first time.It happened everytime we went out.I can even lost her from my sight in a bookstore,like popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that's stupid.hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that,i went back to school.I attended my CCA,Japanese Sakuran Cultural Club,for the first time even though there's already club event for the past few weeks. hahas.i was just too busy with my project.They taught us how to draw a CHIBI and it kind of helps.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its kind of boring in the beginning until the senior in the club started to draw manga characters making love&gt;.&lt;(but of course,its censored)...hahas..it started with only 2 characters in the beginnning,but eventually it becomes four characters!hahas...the whole club became high after that..cause its yaoi hentai(gay pornography)!LOLX...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok,But the main thing that made me happy today is that the strained friendship with one of my classmate seems to fade already...she seems to notice me more...i like this feeling...i really feel like crying when she broke the ice and talked to me...but they will be tears of joy.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one more thing.I CAME UP WITH A CONCEPT FOR MY PROJECT ALREADY!i need a skater and i went around asking my friends if they know anybody who can skate.But its so damn coincidental that my class actually has one and he's willing to help!thank god man!!hahass..and thanks chaddy boy!lolx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a happy zombie,&lt;br /&gt;Serene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-108328626763742334?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/108328626763742334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=108328626763742334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/108328626763742334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/108328626763742334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/05/todayim-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-788346345553849393</id><published>2007-05-22T12:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T13:50:55.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life was simple and HAPPY before my poly life starts.I enjoy hanging out with my cousins during the holidays and even after that.I thought I would prefer poly life than secondary school life,but it seems that secondary school life was more lively.However,the stress mainly comes from the people around me in poly instead of the projects i have to rush it out for every friday's presentation each and everytime week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was alright during the first week of school.I LOVED my friends in poly and we had a CRAZY week.And i actually missed them alot during the first weekend.I dunno why,i went to work and i actually wanted to be with them badly.SO badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everything kind of changed from week 2 onwards.My clique which consist of many people broke up into smaller cliques.I feel sort of left out after that split.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just that i'm kind of having a STRAINED relationship with my friends in poly.I dunno why and I dunno what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly had a breakdown on this monday.They left.I was alone with a few of my other classmates.Then,was eventually alone in the cold classroom.I feel like crying that time.But i held my tears.I wanted to be alone that time actually.Cause i wanted to cry.I don't want to let anyone see me tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's misunderstandings between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO TALK,to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE TALK TO ME,tell me what i've done wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life really seems Black and White to me now.I feel more and more depressed everyday now.Plus,what i actually got to know.I'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to play basketball with my cousins just now.One thing that i discovered is that i really LOVE them lots!They made me feel the bit of happiness out of all the depression i'm suffering from.They made me laughed and I laughed alot.They too made me cry before.But everything turned out to be fine through talks and explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a HUGE arguement with one of my closest friends before.I told her her wrongs and she told me my wrongs.And everything was sorted out.We became closer after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everything will turn out fine after the talks with my friends.I LOVED u guys and i want to continue LOVING u guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a DEPRESSED zombie now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER,&lt;br /&gt;Serene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-788346345553849393?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/788346345553849393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7028053999031257355&amp;postID=788346345553849393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/788346345553849393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7028053999031257355/posts/default/788346345553849393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/05/life-was-simple-and-happy-before-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Serene</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-7028053999031257355.post-2194638609665398794</id><published>2007-05-22T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T14:07:25.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello~this is Serene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically i'm creating this blog cause i wanted to shout out my feelings so badly.&lt;br /&gt;i like to represent myself as a zombie.cause i feel that i'm simply a living zombie now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have problems and i wanted to solve them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever,&lt;br /&gt;Serene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7028053999031257355-2194638609665398794?l=shoutingoutmyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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