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term='love'/><category term='VivoCity'/><category term='kiasu'/><category term='tarot reading'/><category term='MAT'/><category term='late post'/><title type='text'>Chasing the dream</title><subtitle type='html'>I dream big dreams but they're all like chase me if you can</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/3451415924968050769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/10/boomzxzx.html' title='BOOMZXZX!'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-3122527209824570607</id><published>2009-10-09T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T20:08:21.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry. What I did was fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-3122527209824570607?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/3122527209824570607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=3122527209824570607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/3122527209824570607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/3122527209824570607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-4523856826346661994</id><published>2009-09-01T16:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T16:55:25.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"If I were a rich girl..."</title><content type='html'>"Hey, you there! I need some moolah. You got some?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here's the thing I'm freaking short of cash. &amp;amp; my mother, I mean my &lt;b&gt;parents&lt;/b&gt; is against me working at &lt;i&gt;such a young age&lt;/i&gt;. Fifteen is young?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fine, I am not allowed to work or to go out at all. Like wth man. I don't even get to shop. I need moolah! Help!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to Carmen T.:&lt;br /&gt;Carmen, if you're gonna work dring the holidays at your Aunt's can I work with you?? Please? Lool x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To anyone who reads this and has a kind heart. Will you willingly buy the following for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. Denim high-waisted shorts&lt;br /&gt;2.Toga cum off-shoulder tunic&lt;br /&gt;3. M)phosis (inspired) transparent tote bag&lt;br /&gt;4. Leggings (cover feet)&lt;br /&gt;5. U-back black bodycon dress&lt;br /&gt;6. Cotton On oversized cardigan&lt;br /&gt;7. Bomber jacket&lt;br /&gt;8. Cropped jacket&lt;br /&gt;9. Zip-up dress&lt;br /&gt;10. T-bar shoes&lt;br /&gt;11. Cotton On high-waist skirt&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-4523856826346661994?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/4523856826346661994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=4523856826346661994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/4523856826346661994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/4523856826346661994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-i-were-rich-girl.html' title='&quot;If I were a rich girl...&quot;'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-5453015283623983844</id><published>2009-08-21T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T00:00:02.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I didn't wanna call you back"</title><content type='html'>Demi Lovato ft Jonas Brothers- On The Line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1:]&lt;br /&gt;[Demi]&lt;br /&gt;I didn't wanna say 'I'm sorry'&lt;br /&gt;For breaking us apart&lt;br /&gt;[Joe]&lt;br /&gt;I didn't wanna say 'It was my fault'&lt;br /&gt;Even though I knew it was&lt;br /&gt;[Demi]&lt;br /&gt;I didn't wanna call you back&lt;br /&gt;Cause I knew that I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;[Demi and Joe]&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I knew I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;[Demi]&lt;br /&gt;One in the same&lt;br /&gt;Never to change&lt;br /&gt;Our love was beautiful&lt;br /&gt;[Demi and Joe]&lt;br /&gt;We got it all&lt;br /&gt;Destined to fall&lt;br /&gt;Our love was tragical&lt;br /&gt;[Joe]&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to call&lt;br /&gt;[Demi]&lt;br /&gt;No need to fight&lt;br /&gt;[Joe] &lt;br /&gt;You know I wouldn't lie&lt;br /&gt;[Demi and Joe]&lt;br /&gt;But tonight, we'll leave it on the line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2:]&lt;br /&gt;[Demi]&lt;br /&gt;Listen baby&lt;br /&gt;[Nick]&lt;br /&gt;Never would have said 'Forever'&lt;br /&gt;If I knew it'd end so fast&lt;br /&gt;[Demi]&lt;br /&gt;Why did you say 'I love you'&lt;br /&gt;If you knew it that it wouldn't last&lt;br /&gt;[Nick]&lt;br /&gt;Baby I just can't hear what your saying&lt;br /&gt;The line is breaking up&lt;br /&gt;[Demi]&lt;br /&gt;Or is that just us?&lt;br /&gt;Or is that just us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;[Demi and Joe]&lt;br /&gt;One in the same&lt;br /&gt;Never to change&lt;br /&gt;Our love was beautiful&lt;br /&gt;We got it all&lt;br /&gt;Destined to fall&lt;br /&gt;Our love was tragical&lt;br /&gt;[Joe]&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to call&lt;br /&gt;[Demi]&lt;br /&gt;No need to fight&lt;br /&gt;[Joe] &lt;br /&gt;You know I wouldn't lie&lt;br /&gt;[Demi and Joe]&lt;br /&gt;But tonight, we'll leave it on the line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge:]&lt;br /&gt;[Joe] &lt;br /&gt;I try to call again&lt;br /&gt;I get your mailbox&lt;br /&gt;Like a letter left unread&lt;br /&gt;[Demi]&lt;br /&gt;Apologies are often open ended&lt;br /&gt;[Demi and Joe]&lt;br /&gt;But this one's better left unsaid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;[Demi and Joe]&lt;br /&gt;One in the same&lt;br /&gt;Never to change&lt;br /&gt;Our love was beautiful&lt;br /&gt;We got it all&lt;br /&gt;Destined to fall&lt;br /&gt;Our love was tragical&lt;br /&gt;[Joe]&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to call&lt;br /&gt;[Demi]&lt;br /&gt;No need to fight&lt;br /&gt;[Joe] &lt;br /&gt;You know I wouldn't lie&lt;br /&gt;[Demi and Joe]&lt;br /&gt;But tonight, we'll leave it on the line&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-5453015283623983844?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/5453015283623983844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=5453015283623983844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/5453015283623983844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/5453015283623983844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-didnt-wanna-call-you-back.html' title='&quot;I didn&apos;t wanna call you back&quot;'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-8954128239771114816</id><published>2009-08-15T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T16:37:04.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GIFT 2 Carnival</title><content type='html'>"We will conquer Everest"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was GIFT 2. For those who don't know what that is, it is the annual Games Involving Fitness &amp; Teamwork. For the first time, we tried to conquer Everest's height of 8848m with a mass rock-climb. So initially we had 3hrs but it got extended to 4hrs. We aimed 9000m but went to a new distance we never expected. It was pretty cool :) Well, nothing much for me to say so ttfn :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-8954128239771114816?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/8954128239771114816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=8954128239771114816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/8954128239771114816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/8954128239771114816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/08/gift-2-carnival.html' title='GIFT 2 Carnival'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-3071476206798237385</id><published>2009-08-10T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T20:51:17.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You belong with me</title><content type='html'>"Your on the phone, your girlf looks upset" -Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad was physco today. He started pulling my competition "stickers" I made off my door. My first comp I won ok! Btw, they've been on my door for over a year. He said it was unsightly and just tearing everything off my door. Must as well tear my posters down also. Mental case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had steamboat for lunch. The house was hell noisy not from the excitement of the steamboat but from my nutcase mother and sister. Geez~ I want out from this family. Anybody willing to take me in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jie Karen, Sue and John were the guest. For the first time the food was almost all gone besides the dessert which my mom stole my japanese jellies for. Argh~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I did my usual. I went to watch movies online so I decided to watch &lt;B&gt;The Orphan&lt;/b&gt; since the Kardashian's were making such a big fuss about it. I wanted to see what was so good 'bout it. Sadly, it wasn't that good. In my opinion at least. It wasn't scary at all. Its the type of movie filled with suspense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I LOVE THE HOTSEX (though)!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like legal almost there type of porno. Haha. &lt;b&gt;Countertop sex&lt;/b&gt; leh. Don't play play ok. Zhuanmei, I think you'll like the movie. Swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished dinner and I'm lying in bed for Jack to call. I feel insecure :/ Whatever. Who cares about dear ol' Amelia right? Ttfn dolls &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-3071476206798237385?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/3071476206798237385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=3071476206798237385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/3071476206798237385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/3071476206798237385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-belong-with-me.html' title='You belong with me'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-8825048166301248809</id><published>2009-08-09T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T13:16:26.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harvesting the Heart &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Twitter is being a bytch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmd. Twitter doesn't allow me to tweet! I'm hell pissed y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped church cause we were late. So now, I'm at Novena Square rotting away. Btw, Happy National Day. Yo peeps happy that there's no school tomorrow? I'm hell happy cause I get to sleep :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby has gotten his first scratch. Hey hey, my baby is my phone. What you thinking about aye? You tell right now. Haha. Ohmygee! The radio's playing My Baby by Jesse McCartney &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy's done with here meat grocery shopping. Aye not done yet -_____- She's buying Hokkaido Snow Crab now. I sure hope its sweet. I want to go SOL Mart buy moi gummies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SOUR WORM GUMMIES!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored. Someone entertain me nao. Cookie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Feel like eating Subway and I want to by Jodi Picoult's "Harvesting the Heart"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-8825048166301248809?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/8825048166301248809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=8825048166301248809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/8825048166301248809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/8825048166301248809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/08/harvesting-heart-3.html' title='Harvesting the Heart &lt;3'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-493202342809613614</id><published>2009-08-06T00:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T00:47:28.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>안녕히계세요, 머리카락</title><content type='html'>"안녕하세요 (Hello)" she says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger's finally not being a bytch. Three cheers and three cheers for Blogger. Hip hip! Hurray! Hip hip! Hurray! Hip hip! Hurray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ended up oversleeping today thanks to F&amp;N which I stayed up to do finish. &amp; I didn't go to school. Instead, I went to the dentist to get my teeth checked out for my braces which will come soon (I hope). I'm hoping my September 5th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People against me having braces:&lt;br /&gt;My one and only, Jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then mom brought me to Novena Square to get my hair cut by a Korean lady. I think she's pretty. Now I look like a 한국어인형 (Korean doll). I'm so kind I even gave you the English translations luh. Faster say thank you. I'm just kiddin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought loads of gummy sweets from SOL Mart today. &amp; I had a Korean dinner. 맛있는 (Delicious)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-493202342809613614?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/493202342809613614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=493202342809613614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/493202342809613614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/493202342809613614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='안녕히계세요, 머리카락'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-1396296702956323366</id><published>2009-07-28T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:03:13.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Gotta get get..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Is sex really touch and go?" -CME period&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Wallus called my mommy today cause I was late for school. Please, it isn't my fault my parents needed to discuss some stuff and there was a jam. Walked round the fake grass field together with Jiawei. So damn lame okay! &amp; Hongjie played cheat. He walked/ran less than half the field. Whatever~ he thought he was an aeroplane. HAHA! Sat and waited for Mr Wallus to get everything over and done with. I couldn't contain my laughter when I saw NTUC Mushroom head talking to some student's parent. Its hilarious when she speaks to them in Mandarin. Its just weird, y'know with the English accent and all. Phish~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class got &lt;b&gt;EVACUATED&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than half my class wasn't around so we got evacuated to another room while our class got disinfected. When I entered the class, the disinfecting thingy was like damn smelly and pain when you breathe the vapour in. I think millions of cells in my lungs died today together with air sacs. It was a burning sensation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Annisa is taking over Mrs Johari for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Chemistry lab for the first time. Did chemical reactions experiment and Roseline was super hyper luh. She was like a spastic kid over-reacting over some toy jumping up and down. Zzz... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped Social Studies remedial and training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to Wanyin's house to pass her her homework and stuff. Plus, I'm coming down with flu. Ugh~! I like, actually. Played Guitar Hero and its FUN!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: E-Learning's tomorrow! I hate all the work I've been given and I have to settle my I/C stuff. Fugly picture :@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-1396296702956323366?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/1396296702956323366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=1396296702956323366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/1396296702956323366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/1396296702956323366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/07/gotta-get-get.html' title='&quot;Gotta get get...&quot;'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-8731330858612524419</id><published>2009-07-25T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T20:10:26.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Why d'you stop climbing" he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger's being a bytch! I can't blog two type of things - pictures and videos. Now, how the hell am I suppose to post about Rockamania XV and some outdated videos?! Tmd. Fine, I shall find some way to do it since I have to rotate my videos too. Btw, I don't know how!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, I'm going to watch &lt;b&gt;Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-8731330858612524419?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/8731330858612524419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=8731330858612524419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/8731330858612524419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/8731330858612524419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-dyou-stop-climbing-he-says.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-1687094423861906226</id><published>2009-07-24T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T21:24:22.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S. I Love You</title><content type='html'>"Stop being so self-centered" she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bytchs have decided to let me participate in Rockamania XV and my breakdown is still lingering around and has yet to abrupt. Competition's at Temasek Poly. It starts at 1300hrs on July, 25th people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching P.S. I Love You again now. There are mising parts in my head cause I missed parts of the show. Dang! Its damn sad that Holly's husband died of a brain tumor and they were so damn loving. Geez. I'm so bored now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack's most probably at work or fishing so yeah. Enjoy your night with Jianbing and co.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-1687094423861906226?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/1687094423861906226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=1687094423861906226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/1687094423861906226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/1687094423861906226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/07/ps-i-love-you.html' title='P.S. I Love You'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-4123207043042958159</id><published>2009-07-23T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T00:49:52.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will...</title><content type='html'>Will YOU miss me if I were to disappear one day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will ANYONE miss me if I were to disappear one day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe even think of me?? Ponder over my questions. I deserve to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-4123207043042958159?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/4123207043042958159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=4123207043042958159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/4123207043042958159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/4123207043042958159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/07/will.html' title='Will...'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-7508899746956666049</id><published>2009-07-23T22:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T23:06:38.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Parents are such mutha fuckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger you better not be a bytch now. I'm on the verge of killing anything within my reach. I swear I can throw all the furnitures I can lift up now at my fucking parents. Ccb. Bloody long time since I wrote a rage post. Yeah, for those who have never read one now's the time. So forgive the language I use. I can't tolerate no shyt now. I wanna bytch slap people. I wanna kill them. I just want to have some time alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody understands simple english in my stupid family. Wow! Talk about english educated. Y'know what I should just blast Avenged Sevenfold, Korn and whatever shyt core I have in my freaking iPod and laptop now. But cause I'm still considerate I shan't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My one and only aim was to join Rockamania and beat my last year's placing of 3rd. Thanks to you two mutha-f I can't Happy now bytchs? I sure hope you are. I had to rush to training to get the form earn my chance at this comp. My fucking 2nd comp for this year and you had to fucking crush it because of one shyt Malaysia trip. Ccb. Complain about H1N1 going on Singapore and now you wanna go Malaysia?! Fucker, what's the cb logic? Brain in your arse again? Not functioning? Need me to dig it out and put it back in place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just don't get it don't you? I need all this participation to get CCA points. Oh wait, you don't understand. You understand no shyt. Self-centered jerks. I've had it. I just had it! I wanna scream. I wanna fucking get out of this fucking cb house. I tolerated enough of your shyt. I tolerated enough shyt from my life, school, etc. You don't have to be a bytch too y'know. My life feels so screwed now that I just wanna end. Too bloody pissed to even continue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-7508899746956666049?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/7508899746956666049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=7508899746956666049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/7508899746956666049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/7508899746956666049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/07/parents-are-such-mutha-fuckers.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-8537296698026929661</id><published>2009-07-16T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:19:46.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"KILL THOSE BLACKHEADS!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-8537296698026929661?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/8537296698026929661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=8537296698026929661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/8537296698026929661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/8537296698026929661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/07/kill-those-blackheads.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-3702496232352312044</id><published>2009-07-12T22:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T22:32:03.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch me if you can</title><content type='html'>Jack got jealous over Jianbing -_____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His own friend. Lame story behind the reason of he being jealous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-3702496232352312044?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/3702496232352312044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=3702496232352312044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/3702496232352312044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/3702496232352312044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/07/catch-me-if-you-can.html' title='Catch me if you can'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-1017810140133012483</id><published>2009-07-11T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T22:21:55.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Battlefield</title><content type='html'>"Ale! Ale"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first day of National School Sports Climbing Championship(NSSCC). I'm sure all the climbers in Singapore should know what this event is all about right? Anyways, this is the third time I've joined NSSCC. The first ever NSSCC I joined was in Sec 1 which is in year 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was involved in the speed and difficulty category. As obvious as it gets, my climbing standards have dropped. Really drastically. I'm now one of the bottom few climbers. If only during trainings I trained more, my standard could have been better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Springfield climbers gathered at Tampines Interchange, Small McDonalds at 0630. I was one of the last few. So reached Yishun Safra got ready for speed and whoosh! I have videos of some of the climbs not all. The quality is kinda bad cause of my shytie 2.0 megapixel handphone camera. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPEED QUALIFIERS/FINALS &amp; DIFFICULTY (LEADING)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Jack's for dinner. I rested for awhile and cabbed home. Jack slam my leh in between the taxi door then got blue-black now D: I got ugly booboo that hurts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Videos to be uploaded ASAP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-1017810140133012483?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/1017810140133012483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=1017810140133012483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/1017810140133012483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/1017810140133012483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/07/battlefield.html' title='Battlefield'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-1960831345532326418</id><published>2009-07-06T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T21:39:12.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"You and I embrace surrender"</title><content type='html'>"Bumblebee~!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, like seriously, finally, I get to go to the movies to watch Transformers 2: Revenge of the Fallen. Shia LaBeouf is hot and I thought he was ugly when he was acting in Disney Channel's Even Stevens. Girl, you got it wrong. Btw, what's the big hooha about Megan Fox? She ain't ALL that hot y'know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bytch you Blogger. Don't even allow me to upload pictures. Bytch you. Ugh~ Such an ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The storyline wasn't as good as the first one sadly. I oh, so very love Bumblebee and Shia. Hot dudezxzx. Haha. I could have cried if Shia was really gonna die in the show. Anyways, I watched it at e!Hub with Jack. Zhihao and girlf, Yongzi were suppose to join but Zhihao needed to go report at 1830 so they left to Bedok to slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack and I were left to walk around 1hr. Then after the show we went home straight. That's it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buggers should just fug off. Stop putting unnecessary responsibility on my head and when things go wrong or not according to plan it becomes my fault. I've had enough. So Mom, Dad just shuddafugup alright? Just do this little thing for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-1960831345532326418?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/1960831345532326418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=1960831345532326418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/1960831345532326418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/1960831345532326418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-and-i-embrace-surrender.html' title='&quot;You and I embrace surrender&quot;'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-4408351199727362279</id><published>2009-06-30T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T01:30:23.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mercy</title><content type='html'>It was a &lt;u&gt;false alarm&lt;/u&gt;. Everything's so far &lt;b&gt;out of the woods&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got Jack pissed since yesterday. So I've finally got things settled out but I can't talk anymore of this so if it were to happen again I might just simply end all my misery. Fair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna know more, then you gotta ask me personally. Like &lt;b&gt;REALLY REALLY&lt;/b&gt; personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit&lt;br /&gt;I'm back into the woods. That was fast. Downfalls... Hais.&lt;br /&gt;/edited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit&lt;br /&gt;I'm out of the woods &lt;b&gt;again&lt;/b&gt;. Baby, I beg you. Please put a stop to all this fighting. I lose bit of my love each time we fight cause I lose faith, hope and trust. Please...&lt;br /&gt;/edited&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-4408351199727362279?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/4408351199727362279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=4408351199727362279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/4408351199727362279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/4408351199727362279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/06/mercy.html' title='Mercy'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-9200748367017418401</id><published>2009-06-29T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T23:49:13.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday</title><content type='html'>I want a longer holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I overslept today and so my mom said "Haiya, tomorrow then go luh!" And so, I went back to sleep and only woke up at near 1700.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lunch become dinner. Anyways, found out my timetable changed and class sitting arrangement changed and alot of other things changed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, my mom has FLU. Okay now I'm going to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-9200748367017418401?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/9200748367017418401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=9200748367017418401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/9200748367017418401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/9200748367017418401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/06/holiday.html' title='Holiday'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-7655724079750598201</id><published>2009-06-29T01:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T01:26:38.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, Monday!</title><content type='html'>When you see any (house)flies, &lt;b&gt;KILL IT&lt;/b&gt;! Smack it! Do whatever you need to do to kill it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the thing I missed church yesterday. Then I came home and I took a nap which cause me to have the weirdest of dreams. Let me tell you more about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in the dream:&lt;br /&gt;Jack, Beebee, Zhihao, Yongzi, random girl, "spirit and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outline of the dream:&lt;br /&gt;I got angry at Jack because he gave the Carl's Jr meal I ordered to his friends and I had nothing to eat for the rest of the day. So we started fighting then he said "let's break" and I couldn't careless and just replied him "break then break luh!" and so he left the house together with Beebee. So I went into my room and suddenly this thing (spirit) tugged my right arm really hard. And I was like "wahlan eh" then this time the "spirit" tugged my arm even harder till it got me onto my bed. Then that random girl could actually see the "spirit" and started pointing at it. Yongzi just got scared and hid behind Zhihao. Zhihao muttered a name out. The name was Daniel but I never heard that name from him before. The "spirit" actually like put one of his knees on my back cause I could feel some pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got really scared and woke up. Didn't go back to sleep since. SMS-ed Jack and I was really really spooked cause when I woke up my right arm was above my head in the straight position like my arm was tugged upwards just like in my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, then blah blah blah. My dinner cum supper was Burger King. Then sissy brought me out on a test drive with her friend. Shh, not suppose to one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm going to bed. I know I sound like I'm in a real rush but hey, Jack's mad cause I ain't asleep yet. So goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: School starts today. Fuck man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Hey&lt;/s&gt;Boo, Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-7655724079750598201?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/7655724079750598201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=7655724079750598201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/7655724079750598201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/7655724079750598201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-monday.html' title='Hey, Monday!'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-6640002699024049127</id><published>2009-06-27T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T16:20:34.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs...</title><content type='html'>"The signs of love are in the eyes of the Beholder." -Amelia Tay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept at 0600 cause they were direct orders from Jack. Boo you for making go to bed! Then I had to wake up at 0830 just to get ready for tuition that starts at 0900 and supposedly to end at 1100. But my dear cousin &lt;i&gt;kindly&lt;/i&gt; extended it for me till about 1130.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Rachall came over to meet me cause we had an appointment with Kimberly and Dawn at Tampines. We were suppose to be there by 1145 but only made it that at like what 1300. Why? Cause my mother made me hang all the clothes that weren't dry from the dryer. Credits for that happening goes to Alicia Tay. Sorry, I've got no Grammy for that for you. It ain't in one of those categories yah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had Carl's Jr there cause there was one heck of a queue at Subway. The guy at the counter gave us the wrong order! Rachall and I ordered one Portobello Mushroom Burger combo. Instead he gave us Carl's Catch. Its like oK, fine. Shan't give you the chance of getting fired or somethin'. We ate it. Lucky we not allergic to fish I tell you. If not you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Seoul Mart. Off to Bugis to meet Rachall's friends. Off to Plaza Singapura to walk up the steps of Mount Sophia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flea Market.&lt;br /&gt;Bought one item. BANDAGE SKIRT cum TUBE TOP for $18. I know can get cheaper but whatever luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Isaac Lim and Alfred. Cheez :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Window shopping at Plaza Sing since Terence turned down my movie date offer. Off to Rachall's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailey's fuzzy. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Eunos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got to see Yewleong! Botak! Then the usual stuff luh. Go Jack house to sleep while he play MapleSEA. Zzz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-6640002699024049127?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/6640002699024049127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=6640002699024049127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/6640002699024049127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/6640002699024049127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/06/signs.html' title='Signs...'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-3213922141813285467</id><published>2009-06-27T05:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T05:11:29.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what friends are for :D</title><content type='html'>I'll be your Giordano T-shirt this time round. Cheer-up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got off the phone with Terence. Well, he tried to cheer me up on MSN and it kinda worked a little. Btw, I was doing my 'E' Maths homework that I still have yet to complete and I still got 'A' Maths to complete. I'm dying here. Hais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's been sadly lately. One for me at least. So I'm gonna try to make myself available on Sunday to catch Transformers 2 with Terence and hopefully Carmen. Terence, I'm gonna treat you to some comfort food(s)/liquid(s). You have to cheer-up. Where's the jolly Terence I once knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh~ it saddens me to see you like that. I'm here 24/7 just you being there for me 24/7 ok? Shan't elaborate or whatsoever cause I'm going to try to attempt to complete my work. Driving me krazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-3213922141813285467?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/3213922141813285467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=3213922141813285467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/3213922141813285467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/3213922141813285467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-what-friends-are-for-d.html' title='This is what friends are for :D'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-2843487954358014110</id><published>2009-06-26T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T23:52:01.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"You deserve much better then me...?"</title><content type='html'>I'm having an internal conflict between my head and my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking lately about things that didn't really stay for long for me to ponder on. But for some reason certain matters have been stuck in my head bothering me quite abit. Maybe, I should have seened the signs but I guess I was too bling to notice any of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it just takes a third party to see it all in a clearer picture like what Jacinda said. Could it be because I've finally woken up from something that I've been hanging on to for so long that only now something struck me so hard till I realised it? I want all this questions to end. I don't want it bugging me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just don't have the heart to put an end to it. Listen to my head or to my heart? Things are holding me back from making the decision. Ugh~ I was trying to live every little girl's dream, those you find in fairytales. A perfect ending. Unfortunately, in reality no such things happen. We should all stop dreaming that dream of a happy ending and start thinking realistically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like running away from here to some faraway place for me to think it through. Get my thoughts straightened out and sorted out cause too many things are clogging up my brain. I no longer have a chain of thoughts. I only have a clutter, a cloud of thoughts that keeps popping up in my head. One after another. Its really getting to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's gonna start and I can't find anytime for myself. How else for you too? I'm trying so hard to get my piorities straight but every activity in my life is bargaining for my time. I have less than 24hrs in my day. More than half of it has to be dedicated to school and the remaining for sleep. Now's not the time for me to fool around with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all over now. I can't even put it in words cause my heads so messed up. I don't even know how to start a conversation about this with you cause I'm afraid you might get the wrong idea. I'm trying my best not to let everything go out of hand. Please understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tired. I'm getting tired of cleaning up after you. I'm tired of trying to make things right even though it isn't my fault sometimes. I'm tired of crying over you. I'm tired of letting myself lose who i was. I'm tired of trying to be who you want me to be. I'm tired... I just am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Mood/Feeling: Confused, mislead(?)]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-2843487954358014110?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/2843487954358014110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=2843487954358014110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/2843487954358014110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/2843487954358014110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-deserve-much-better-then-me.html' title='&quot;You deserve much better then me...?&quot;'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-1610007012118222146</id><published>2009-06-26T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T20:27:56.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Heal the world make it a better place, for you and for me and the entire human race. There are people dying if you care enough for the living..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Rest in peace Michael Jackson. We'll all remember you as the King of Pop and the man who owned the moonwalk.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm a bad friend and ... luh! I'm suppose to ask Terence out for a meal or a movie but but I didn't. I'm sorry, dude. I gotta find time. I keep procrastinating about meeting you since March! Damn~ Transformers 2 yah?? Needa find time with Carmen. Ugh, gah, argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacinda was here in the afternoon and me shall start Maple-ing and mugging now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ttyl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-1610007012118222146?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/1610007012118222146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=1610007012118222146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/1610007012118222146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/1610007012118222146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/06/heal-world-make-it-better-place-for-you.html' title='&quot;Heal the world make it a better place, for you and for me and the entire human race. There are people dying if you care enough for the living...&quot;'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-1865777190525515644</id><published>2009-06-24T23:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T23:36:06.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish upon a star</title><content type='html'>I didn't wake up till 1730 today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to say besides I'm mugging now. Boredom. Most probably gonna go to Jacinda's tomorrow for mugging session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you Jaroson for smacking me with the boaster while I was sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: NO SCHOOL HOLIDAY EXTENSION. Mr Sim SMS-ed. Damnit~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-1865777190525515644?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/1865777190525515644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=1865777190525515644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/1865777190525515644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/1865777190525515644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wish-upon-star.html' title='I wish upon a star'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-8514664529338269092</id><published>2009-06-24T07:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T07:42:42.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"If you're not the one then why does my soul feel glad today..."</title><content type='html'>I'm still very much awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I haven't closed my eyes for a nap since the time I got up yesterday afternoon. I wasn't Maple-ing. I was more of talking on the phone with Justin and doing my 'E' Naths holiday homework. He is my shifu and I'm his tudi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I called Jack up to check whether he was awake cause he was suppose tot send me something. But its okay. I rather not prolong the little chat cause I know he's tired. Let him have abit more slumber time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm in my sister's room on my old bed in hopes of falling asleep. Btw, Munyee's sleeping in my room and I'm still &lt;b&gt;very scared of the (Drag Me To Hell) ahma&lt;/b&gt;. Dear~, hug me please? &amp; don't ever ever let go :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ttfn. I hope I fall alseep. Boy, how imy so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-8514664529338269092?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/8514664529338269092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=8514664529338269092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/8514664529338269092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/8514664529338269092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-youre-not-one-then-why-does-my-soul.html' title='&quot;If you&apos;re not the one then why does my soul feel glad today...&quot;'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-5353763611374812855</id><published>2009-06-23T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T22:01:49.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I never had a dream come true till the day I've found you"</title><content type='html'>Aww, c'mon. I'm not neglecting Blogger or twitter for MapleSEA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Finally I got to see my dear boy's face yesterday. He came over together with Ahcao and Frederick. Couldn't see him for long cause I needed to go to CGH to visit my grandma. Careful, I might have H1N1 now. Oopzxzx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack bathed then we left to Bedok Central cause I needed to get some stuff from Bengawan Solo. Wanted to have dinner but I needed to go. He got mad at me for certain reasons. Sorry baby. Geez,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hospital then dinner and finally home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent my night talking with Mathew. He's so funny and he keeps teasing me. Aiya, after knowing him for almost 3 years what's not to know about that little bugger. So he helped me with MapleSEA and then we just continue chatting about stuff and catching up on old times. Yeah, I accidentally fell asleep while smsing him. Zzz... Btw, we were talking on the phone at first but we still couldn't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all ki-dos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Officially I'm a level 24 Flame Wizard name Mushzxzx :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-5353763611374812855?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/5353763611374812855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=5353763611374812855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/5353763611374812855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/5353763611374812855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-never-had-dream-come-true-till-day.html' title='&quot;I never had a dream come true till the day I&apos;ve found you&quot;'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-2039471920374517163</id><published>2009-06-21T21:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T22:12:35.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Such irony</title><content type='html'>Oh, happy day! Oh, happy day~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY FATHERS' DAY TO ALL THE PAPAs IN THE WORLD!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from the previous post everyone knows that today's Jack and I's 6th monthsary. Teehee :D Shan't elaborate on it since I already have done so. Well, I didn't get to spend our monthsary together. Instead I overslept and didn't attend bible study only mad it for service. After service my whole family went to Parkway Parade, Ajisen Ramen for lunch. Woo, it was filling alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Rachall and family there too. Such coincidence :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm level 18! C'mon faster level up to 20! Anyways, go to &lt;a href="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/singapore/index.htm"&gt;Channel News Asia's website&lt;/a&gt; to vote for an extension of school holidays. It's on the bottom left hand side. Unfortunately, one vote can only be cast at any one time. In case you can't locate the voting poll, then just take a sneak peek at the picture I've included below :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/Sj4-75RIbVI/AAAAAAAAA2c/xwbm_2FoFoU/s1600-h/h1n1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349782606068608338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/Sj4-75RIbVI/AAAAAAAAA2c/xwbm_2FoFoU/s400/h1n1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Jack was my gan daddy before we got together. What irony -_____-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-2039471920374517163?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/2039471920374517163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=2039471920374517163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/2039471920374517163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/2039471920374517163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/06/such-irony.html' title='Such irony'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/Sj4-75RIbVI/AAAAAAAAA2c/xwbm_2FoFoU/s72-c/h1n1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-853258201175817248</id><published>2009-06-21T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T00:49:04.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I remember like it was yesterday... you are my baby love"</title><content type='html'>Dear Jack,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been together for 6th months. Boy, I &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; been with someone for this long before. You're my first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I remember like it was yesterday&lt;br /&gt;First kiss and I knew you changed the game"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gone through all sorts of thick and thins with you. Be it fights, quarrels, arguements or break-ups. We aren't perfect but all your imperfection and flaws makes you special and unique. Noone can have the same imperfections or flaws as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"And I ain't ever gonna let you get away&lt;br /&gt;Holdin' hands never made me feel this way&lt;br /&gt;So special, boy it's your, your smile"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've given you nothing but unnecessary burden and worries. I know I've been a chore this 6th months and yet you still tolerate all my rubbish. Yeah, my attitude hasn't been the best. We all know that don't we? I'm trying to change but Rome wasn't built in one day and I can't possibly do it on my own. It takes two to tango.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;You are my baby love, my baby love&lt;br /&gt;You make the sun come up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a minute and we still holding it down&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies every time you come around&lt;br /&gt;You make me, so crazy&lt;br /&gt;It's crazy, oh baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't ever wanna be with no one else&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one that ever made me melt&lt;br /&gt;You're special, boy it's your, your style"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you with everything my heart can love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"You're my always and forever&lt;br /&gt;You're my sunshine&lt;br /&gt;On my mind, constant&lt;br /&gt;Think about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;You're my everything"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never ever wanna hear you say goodbye cause I don't want our last kiss to be our last. It's about you now, love. I love you, I need you, I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Quotes: Baby Love by Nichole Scherzinger ft Will.I.Am]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood/Feeling: Loved, ecstatic]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-853258201175817248?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/853258201175817248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=853258201175817248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/853258201175817248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/853258201175817248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-remember-like-it-was-yesterday-you.html' title='&quot;I remember like it was yesterday... you are my baby love&quot;'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-5420450869860505428</id><published>2009-06-20T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T22:10:30.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"A spoon full of sugar helps the medicine go down"</title><content type='html'>Pot luck anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the usual 2hr morning 'A' Maths tuition happened. From 0900-1100 but today my cousin was late. Yes, and I was still in bed! Teehee. After tuition I started playing MapleSEA. Woog woog, I'm now still at a very newbie level of 12. &lt;b&gt;MAGICIAN FTW!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for a good old slumber. Can never have too much slumber in a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm at my uncle's place. Just finished dinner very long ago. I did some of my June holiday homework. So diligent right? I know, I know. Its like so amazing actually "hearing" me say I did my work. Don't be too surprised cause there's more to come. Yeah baby! Boo y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's making a move now. I guess soon it'll be my turn. Btw, almost the whole family is here to discuss about my grandma's condition. My first nephew is such a &lt;i&gt;dao-ster&lt;/i&gt;. Gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I gtg now. So I'm going to say bye for now. Loves (爱)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-5420450869860505428?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/5420450869860505428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=5420450869860505428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/5420450869860505428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/5420450869860505428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-hey.html' title='&quot;A spoon full of sugar helps the medicine go down&quot;'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-5130317806044411216</id><published>2009-06-20T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T00:33:13.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Goodbye my lover..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Justin Shifu, hello!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so Jack's asleep and Justin's teaching me Logarithms. HAHA. He sounds different. Btw did I mention Js ftw? If I didn't then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Js ftw!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to 'A' Maths. Ttfn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-5130317806044411216?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/5130317806044411216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=5130317806044411216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/5130317806044411216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/5130317806044411216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/06/goodbye-my-lover.html' title='&quot;Goodbye my lover...&quot;'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-7028199431647161051</id><published>2009-06-19T18:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T18:19:04.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"So what"</title><content type='html'>Gotten news at 1321 from Amanda about all the OPC trainings being cancelled including the annual Let's Rock competition being postponed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up slightly before 1141. Anyways, this is all I did for today. SMSed Jack, Amanda, Evonne and juniors. I did the laundry cooked myself brunch and started mugging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have a MapleSEA account now. I think its gonna be dead pretty fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-7028199431647161051?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/7028199431647161051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=7028199431647161051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/7028199431647161051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/7028199431647161051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-what.html' title='&quot;So what&quot;'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-332328721835992758</id><published>2009-06-19T00:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T00:18:38.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Trying to leave a light on"</title><content type='html'>MapleSEA y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound so old school luh. MapleSEA. That was like ancient history to me can? I'm gonna chiong Maple with Jack (its his fault I'm playing Maple again). So after overcoming one obstacle, another arises. Piss off! I can't create a Maple account. Look at Fig 1.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/Sjpnnf1DyoI/AAAAAAAAA2M/nE51DYmOM5A/s1600-h/MapleSEA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348701435712490114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/Sjpnnf1DyoI/AAAAAAAAA2M/nE51DYmOM5A/s320/MapleSEA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Fig 1.1&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAN YOU HELP ME LOCATE THE CREATE/ACTIVATE MAPLE ACCOUNT LINK?!&lt;/strong&gt; Like obviously not cause it isn't even there. Like hello~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm helpless now cause big boss is now asleep and I have nobody to help me create that jack-ass account. Eff-er. Whatever, I shall wait till Jack comes online to do his daily spot-check on me. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waiting begins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Mood/Feeling: Irritated]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-332328721835992758?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/332328721835992758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=332328721835992758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/332328721835992758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/332328721835992758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/06/trying-to-leave-light-on.html' title='&quot;Trying to leave a light on&quot;'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/Sjpnnf1DyoI/AAAAAAAAA2M/nE51DYmOM5A/s72-c/MapleSEA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-7367739820978362175</id><published>2009-06-18T21:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T00:30:49.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"You give me feelings that I adore"</title><content type='html'>3 cheers and 3 cheers for Amelia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first achievement in climbing in a long time. I managed to reach the last tile on Banana Boat. Okay, fine, I mean the tile under the roof. Teehee. I happy luh siol, is like a MIRACLE! I thought I was gonna drop at the 8th or 9th panel like usual but this time around I stretched my little short arms to the max to reach that stinking tile. Fun much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that was my achievement and then we did our um, speed trial run. I challenged Evonne and Amanda which btw, I lost to both. Sorry luh, I got big butt. A heavy one too. Haha. Who cares, the effort counts. I was never good at speed so I must train harder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1hr break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scorching sun has risen from behind the clouds. The juniors got briefed for what they needed to do for the command tents. Well, I was late. I was enjoying my bubble tea luh. Okay, so I did help out despite my forever annoying sudden headaches that takes great effort in trying to kill me. So I drank hell loads of water then after about 30mins they succeeded with the tents. Hurray to that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debrief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bathe. Shiok-ness. &amp;amp; home sweet home. Yeah baby! Reached home and K.O almost instantly. Slept till approx. 2052. Was awaken by the vibrations of Jack's call. Yeah, my mom thought I wasn't home again even though I was in my room in deep slumber. Zzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Mood/Feeling: Satisfied]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-7367739820978362175?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/7367739820978362175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=7367739820978362175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/7367739820978362175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/7367739820978362175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-give-me-feelings-that-i-adore.html' title='&quot;You give me feelings that I adore&quot;'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-5443213486636871020</id><published>2009-06-17T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T00:13:37.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Can't slip through the pain"</title><content type='html'>Cool-ness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got to sleep till late in the afternoon today. Hallelujah to that baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis's boyfie came over today while I was SLEEPING. But who cares, I don't sleep in the same room. I sleep in my own awesome purple room with a notice board that is really pissing me off. Ugh~! So yeah, I woke up at 0555 sharp to begin spam calling Jack Wong who was sleeping like a dead log at home. I spammed call 43-48 times on his handphone plus house phone. None of the calls got answered. I also sent out a SMS luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind that, I fell asleep while spam calling. HAHA! He finally called me at about 0730 I think. I was so afraid he was going to be late for work. Zzz -_____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued my slumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 1543. SMSed and called Jack then I got ready to cab down to his house. He wasn't home yet so I did a lil' of my Chemistry and painted my screwed up nails that is still screwed. HAHA! And then we caught some slumber again when he came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1837, we rushed off to Pasir Ris cause I had facial at Aranda Country Club at 1900. Which btw, I was late for. After facial met up with dad then home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner and sweet talk with Jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Jack's facebook account is 100% in my control now. Teehee. And facebook is trying to piss me of cause it's so slow!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-5443213486636871020?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/5443213486636871020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=5443213486636871020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/5443213486636871020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/5443213486636871020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/06/cant-slip-through-pain.html' title='&quot;Can&apos;t slip through the pain&quot;'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-8913664920232967852</id><published>2009-06-17T00:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T01:38:35.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, that Floris ah!</title><content type='html'>All of the 14 people must do this quiz, unless he/she doesn’t have a blog .Write the names of 14 people you can think off the top of your head, then answer the questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Number 11-12 names are non bloggers that I randomly bombed out.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Amanda&lt;br /&gt;2. Carmen&lt;br /&gt;3. Floris&lt;br /&gt;4. Grace/SPF&lt;br /&gt;5. Jacinda&lt;br /&gt;6. Shirley&lt;br /&gt;7. Terence&lt;br /&gt;8. Vivien&lt;br /&gt;9. Viviem&lt;br /&gt;10. Xinyi&lt;br /&gt;11. Beebee&lt;br /&gt;12. Frederick&lt;br /&gt;13. Jack&lt;br /&gt;14. John&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you get to meet 7 ? (Terence)&lt;br /&gt;MapleStory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you and 13 never met? (Jack)&lt;br /&gt;We wouldn't be together D':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 1 and 12 date? (Amanda &amp; Frederick)&lt;br /&gt;They don't even know each other but I think they know each other by name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen 14 cry? (John)&lt;br /&gt;Not that I recall of. I think I've only seen him emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would 4 and 11 be a good couple? (Grace &amp; Beebee)&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, it would NEVER happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think 11 is attractive? (Beebee)&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, no comments. Beauty's in the eyes of the beholder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's 2's favourite colour? (Carmen)&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not wrong pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you talked to 9? (Viviem)&lt;br /&gt;Before the school holidays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What language does 8 speak? (Vivien)&lt;br /&gt;English, Mandarin and Hokkien(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is 13 going out with? (Jack)&lt;br /&gt;AMELIA TAY MEI SZE, ME ME ME! Teehee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What grade is 12 in? (Frederick)&lt;br /&gt;Secondary 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever date with 10? (Xinyi)&lt;br /&gt;I'm straight plus I'm already attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does 5 lives? (Jacinda)&lt;br /&gt;East Coast Road, Ocean Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the best thing about 3? (Floris)&lt;br /&gt;She's hilarious and is a mega Bangkok shopper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you want to tell 10 now? (Xinyi)&lt;br /&gt;Hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the best thing about 8? (Vivien)&lt;br /&gt;She's my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed 5? (Jacinda)&lt;br /&gt;On the cheeks, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the best memory you have with 7? (Terence)&lt;br /&gt;The times we spent together. Those happy moments :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When's the last time you're going to see 6? (Shirley)&lt;br /&gt;When she went to Bedok Town Sec and when I went to Springfield Sec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is 14 and 12 different? (John &amp; Frederick)&lt;br /&gt;14 is 15, 12 is 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 6 pretty? (Shirley)&lt;br /&gt;Haven't seen her for so long. So, no comments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet 5? (Jacinda)&lt;br /&gt;In school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 1 your best friend? (Amanda)&lt;br /&gt;I guess so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate 12? (Frederick)&lt;br /&gt;Nah, he's like my brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen 4 on the last month? (Grace)&lt;br /&gt;I think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you said to 3 ? (Floris)&lt;br /&gt;Today on Twitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been to 5's house? (Jacinda)&lt;br /&gt;Yup yup yup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When's the next time you gonna see 10? (Xinyi)&lt;br /&gt;Idk, whenever we meet up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you close to 13? (Jack)&lt;br /&gt;Of course! He's my dearest boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been to a movie with 4 before? (Grace)&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever gotten into trouble with 8? (Vivien)&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you give 2 a hug? (Carmen)&lt;br /&gt;Yes, whenever she wants/needs one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When have you lied to 3? (Floris)&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 1 good with socializing? (Amanda)&lt;br /&gt;I guess so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know secrets about 9? (Viviem)&lt;br /&gt;I think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe the relationship between 12 and 14. (Frederick &amp; John)&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING is going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best thing about your friendship with 9? (Viviem)&lt;br /&gt;Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the worst thing about 6? (Shirley)&lt;br /&gt;Idk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a crush on 12? (Frederick)&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does 14 has a girlfriend or boyfriend? (John)&lt;br /&gt;Yup, a girlf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wanted to punch 1's face? (Amanda)&lt;br /&gt;Siao uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has 2 met your mother? (Carmen)&lt;br /&gt;Abudenzxzx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you get to meet 3? (Floris)&lt;br /&gt;In school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever physically hurt 3? (Floris)&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you live close to 7? (Terence)&lt;br /&gt;No, he stay Woodlands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's 8's favourite food? (Vivien)&lt;br /&gt;Idk, Pizza Hut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of car does 1 has? (Amanda)&lt;br /&gt;Too young to drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you travelled anywhere with 9 before? (Viviem)&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you give 14 $100 , what will he/she spend it on? (John)&lt;br /&gt;He'll deposit it into his bank. Cause I asked him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-8913664920232967852?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/8913664920232967852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=8913664920232967852' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/8913664920232967852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/8913664920232967852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-that-floris-ah.html' title='Oh, that Floris ah!'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-4543344549171802489</id><published>2009-06-16T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:19:16.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I want nobody, nobody but you..."</title><content type='html'>I don't want to fight with you no more, my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have awesome nails now but anyways, I was the slacker of the day. I just scrubbed rock tiles with the senior throughout training and ate my Jacob biscuits. Yummy, terrific! Played with Kamarul, my long lost abang. Teehee. Abang, imy luh siol. Anyways, played around with my seniors drawing smiley face on their hand and talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did pumping with my juniors even though it was their punishment. Did I mention I had a killer stomachache today? It made me visit the toilet &lt;u&gt;three holy time&lt;/u&gt;. Then it was debrief. Didn't have much to say though. Haha. Oh yah, Loyang Sec climbers joined us today. Omg! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home straight since my dear boy has officially started work. &lt;b&gt;I oh, so very miss him!&lt;/b&gt; I hope we can meet up tomorrow manzxzx. &lt;b&gt;Baby, ily.&lt;/b&gt; Cooked my lunch, ate and bathed (did my nose pore strip too) then I went to bed. Felt really shag cause I didn't get much sleep the night before too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We've been fighting quite often lately. I hate seeing us like that. I really want us to work things out and no more arguements. This Sunday would be our 6th month and Jack, I really do love you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats about it. Shall do the questionaire thingy on Floris's blog when I'm on my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I'm sorry I keep getting you mad. But you should know that you,re the only one I would ever want. &lt;b&gt;"I want nobody, nobody but you"&lt;/b&gt; Forgive me would you? Ily &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-4543344549171802489?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/4543344549171802489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=4543344549171802489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/4543344549171802489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/4543344549171802489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-dont-want-to-fight-with-you-no-more.html' title='&quot;I want nobody, nobody but you...&quot;'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-8429530079218523982</id><published>2009-06-15T21:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T00:19:40.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Stay my baby"</title><content type='html'>Met up with John earlier on for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was damn hilarious I tell you. We were like seriously talking mad nonsense with each other while having our dinner. Bedok 85 Market, Chan BBQ. Shiok to the core manzxzx. He paid for my meal. Thanks millions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we slacked for awhile cause I was too scared to go up alone. Chatted then sent him back and I walked back myself. I was seriously full so I needed that walk. I don't intend to grow fat uh. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I miss Jack luhzxzx. I haven't seen for okay fine, today since Sunday. Boy, imy and ily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-8429530079218523982?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/8429530079218523982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=8429530079218523982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/8429530079218523982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/8429530079218523982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/06/stay-my-baby.html' title='&quot;Stay my baby&quot;'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-2305206520366882931</id><published>2009-06-15T17:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T17:42:27.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Eww...!"</title><content type='html'>I'm still scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my god. I'm watching Deliver Me and some lady has like cist the size of approximately 25cm. That's disgusting and wtfug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, idk what to blog. I'm on the phone with John cause I want to meet up with him and Carmen. Teehee :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-2305206520366882931?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/2305206520366882931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=2305206520366882931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/2305206520366882931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/2305206520366882931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/06/eww.html' title='&quot;Eww...!&quot;'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-8299448746385353328</id><published>2009-06-15T00:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T00:45:56.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Tweet tweet"</title><content type='html'>Man, thanks to &lt;strong&gt;Jacinda Wijaya &lt;/strong&gt;I officially am not allowed to Tweet till an hour later. Damnit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-8299448746385353328?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/8299448746385353328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=8299448746385353328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/8299448746385353328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/8299448746385353328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/06/tweet-tweet.html' title='&quot;Tweet tweet&quot;'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-3984097619669765341</id><published>2009-06-14T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:23:41.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"If you could see me ever second of the day..."</title><content type='html'>Love's enduring promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my god. My forced my sister to sleep with me yesterday. I'm that much of a loser. Anyways, I talked to Jack till 1am 'cause I wanted to sleep but I ended up fooling around with my sister's friend and boyf on the phone. So retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack came to get me at 0700. Teehee :D But I paid for the fare. Oh, well. I promised him that if he came to get me at my house I'll pay for the cab fare. Chanqiang was with him. So we went to Balam to eat breakfast. Jack's a glut and I ate fish porridge :) Yummy oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on we boarded bus 63 to go back to Eunos. I was so tired I slept at his house from 0835 to 1000. I was suppose to be up by 0900. Dearest was very much asleep. It required great effort to wake that boy of mine up. So yeah, left his house for church. Caught a cab 'cause I already was late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat in for bible study and lesson. Left at about 1215 cause the big boss lady aka my mother was calling me. Left to Tampines Mall. Met up with Amanda and Roseline. Walked to Century Square to go get her things done then walked over to Tampined Regional Library where Gilbert, Kai and Chingsiang was waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left shortly after cause Jack got mad at me. Not going to elaborate but you can ask me personal (I might just tell you if I'm close enough with you). So I rushed over to his place. Why? For the obvious reason, I hate getting him mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked and painted my nails while he played Maple. His mom painted her toe nails black. Teehee :D I think she's the best mom ever. Oh yah, I didn't mention that I bought 3 new bottles of nail polish from The Face Shop. Haha. I bought pink, black and base coat. There was an offer going on luh! Hello, The Great Singapore Sale!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, left his place to meet Zhihao, his girlf, Yongzi and Chanqiang. They walked me to the MRT station. So kind right? Haha. Anyways, that's about it. I have pink and red nails. They are ftw! Yay me o.o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-3984097619669765341?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/3984097619669765341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=3984097619669765341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/3984097619669765341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/3984097619669765341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-you-could-see-me-ever-second-of-day.html' title='&quot;If you could see me ever second of the day...&quot;'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-6829754749117411680</id><published>2009-06-13T03:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T03:29:07.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Through every up and every down, you know I'll always be around. I just wanna be with you"</title><content type='html'>Fucking hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still trying to complete my 'A' Maths tuition homework that my cousin gave me but it seems impossible luh. Ian was the only kind soul willing to help me. Thanks buckets, trucks, mountains loads Ian. I owe you big time. I feel horrible cutting your slumber time for my work. I can't believe you sacrificed your slumber for my ass-hole, jacked up tuition work. Next time, I'm gonna just simply die everyday doing my 'A' Maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear, I think I cannot meet you that often anymore. I can't handle my studies. My mom's making it impossible for me to go get a life. Idk, but I'm feeling very stressed like I'm neglecting you because of my mom. I hope you understand. I know you miss me, &lt;strong&gt;I miss you loads too baby. I'll keep to my promise even if it takes my life.&lt;/strong&gt; I'll go down to Eunos whenever I'm free or able to go out. I swear boo. You gotta know that you're always in my heart no matter what. &lt;strong&gt;I love you&lt;/strong&gt;. Movie date's on next week right? I hope you'll be able to take time off work. &lt;strong&gt;I really wanna meet up with you soon.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm sorry I can't accompany you today for your programme. I really am but you know my mom. She's such a bitch. I tried but she just knows whatever that is up my mind and I can't deceive her forever. I promise you, I'll find you even if you're a thousand miles away. &lt;strong&gt;I love you, Jack Wong!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-6829754749117411680?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/6829754749117411680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=6829754749117411680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/6829754749117411680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/6829754749117411680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/06/through-every-up-and-every-down-you.html' title='&quot;Through every up and every down, you know I&apos;ll always be around. I just wanna be with you&quot;'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-5482850993010471531</id><published>2009-06-12T22:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T22:53:18.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Though I can't be with you tonight, you know that my heart is always by your side"</title><content type='html'>Drag me to hell. I'm damn freaking scared now thanks to John Ong, the mastermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left the house at about 1230 to go Bedok Interchange to meet Aiyun, Yanyi, Vernon and Trecia. No guys were meeting us there. They were all at Tampines Mall waitinf or us princesses. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went up to Golden Village to meet John, Weldon and Aaron and to get our tickets. The advertisements were freaking long and I had the sit J-21. Stop being lame Amelia Tay! Anyways, I sat with the guys cause we needed to get split into two rows. I got hell scared towards the middle of the show cause I remember I'll be at home alone. Thank God I could hide behind people. Annoying luh. The show's damn scary to me. At least I didn't pee in my skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SjO7LL7l6bI/AAAAAAAAA1U/UWk7G98VlH4/s1600-h/DragMeToHell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 154px; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346822983474604466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SjO7LL7l6bI/AAAAAAAAA1U/UWk7G98VlH4/s320/DragMeToHell.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we left for Pizza Hut. Aaron left for his BBQ. Carmen and Vivien came to join us. Managed to catch up on some old times and teehee picture time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SjO7edfvhsI/AAAAAAAAA2E/PDfoY3Fa8T4/s1600-h/DSC00153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346823314607146690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SjO7edfvhsI/AAAAAAAAA2E/PDfoY3Fa8T4/s320/DSC00153.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SjO7ePX3NwI/AAAAAAAAA18/KKjDGzmUnTI/s1600-h/DSC00151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346823310815999746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SjO7ePX3NwI/AAAAAAAAA18/KKjDGzmUnTI/s320/DSC00151.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SjO7L-T0dzI/AAAAAAAAA10/wRqGTzhGQpA/s1600-h/DSC00149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346822996997994290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SjO7L-T0dzI/AAAAAAAAA10/wRqGTzhGQpA/s320/DSC00149.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SjO7LwaolmI/AAAAAAAAA1s/rv-5ZKdwACI/s1600-h/DSC00142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346822993268479586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SjO7LwaolmI/AAAAAAAAA1s/rv-5ZKdwACI/s320/DSC00142.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SjO7Li97QgI/AAAAAAAAA1k/JGVDTIT6nFE/s1600-h/12062009058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346822989658407426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SjO7Li97QgI/AAAAAAAAA1k/JGVDTIT6nFE/s320/12062009058.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SjO7LQejNOI/AAAAAAAAA1c/oXGUmJAxWqc/s1600-h/12062009057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346822984694969570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SjO7LQejNOI/AAAAAAAAA1c/oXGUmJAxWqc/s320/12062009057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-5482850993010471531?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/5482850993010471531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=5482850993010471531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/5482850993010471531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/5482850993010471531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/06/though-i-cant-be-with-you-tonight-you.html' title='&quot;Though I can&apos;t be with you tonight, you know that my heart is always by your side&quot;'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SjO7LL7l6bI/AAAAAAAAA1U/UWk7G98VlH4/s72-c/DragMeToHell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-3848913763883707966</id><published>2009-06-12T01:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T01:49:31.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Let's have some fun this beat is sick..."</title><content type='html'>I was &lt;em&gt;dying&lt;/em&gt; a moment ago and I'm still &lt;em&gt;dying&lt;/em&gt;. I have like what mad &lt;strong&gt;81 'A' Maths questions &lt;/strong&gt;to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made myself 3 nutella breads and 1 peanut butter plus chocolate bit bread. I only ended up eating 2 of the nutella breads with one cup of milk. I'm hella high now but my brain still isn't functioning so I've &lt;u&gt;officially retired&lt;/u&gt; for the night on 'A' Maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a mad killer. I swear. Doing like what 3 different chapters in one night? What was I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AMELIA, BY SATURDAY BEFORE 9AM YOU MUST COMPLETE ALL THOSE QUESTIONS. EVEN IF IT MEANS SACRIFICING SLEEP AND EVERYTHING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear, save me. Help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Listening to: We Believe by Good Charlotte]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood/Feeling: Hyper, brain-dead] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-3848913763883707966?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/3848913763883707966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=3848913763883707966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/3848913763883707966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/3848913763883707966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/06/lets-have-some-fun-this-beat-is-sick.html' title='&quot;Let&apos;s have some fun this beat is sick...&quot;'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-259362505006757853</id><published>2009-06-11T22:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:53:58.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I won that fight, I lost that war"</title><content type='html'>Tanning at Jacinda's was fun. I have a sexy tan unnoticeable tna line now. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WARNING: LOADS OF THE F WORD IN THIS POST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Continue only if you know what you're getting into.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;01&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fuck the management&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. What fuck is this about guests not being allowed to use the gym. Like hell you stupid management. ISN'T THE POOL PART OF THE FACILITY TOO? JUST LIKE THE SUANA AND TOILETS? Like c'mon. Lame shyt luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fuck education&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Why study so much when it may also not even guarantee you the bestest of jobs or a matter of fact a job. You'll still end up scavaging for one. Like Scavanger's Hunt. Study so much a get shyt. What sort of a life is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;03&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fuck my mother&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Yeah, I know. I'm most probably a whore in your eyes yah? Stop acting like you fucking know it all when you fucking don't. Enough of your smart ass. I've had it. You know one day if I ever were to jump off a building and die, you still wouldn't hell fucking know why I went all the way to that point. Tmd luh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking spoilt my perfectly almost perfect day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-259362505006757853?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/259362505006757853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=259362505006757853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/259362505006757853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/259362505006757853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-won-that-fight-i-lost-that-war.html' title='&quot;I won that fight, I lost that war&quot;'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-8882345951993943256</id><published>2009-06-11T13:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T14:18:22.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Like wounded soldiers in need of healing"</title><content type='html'>Okay, correction. I did not attend a funeral. I attended some Buddhism god thingy. I have no hella idea what it's about till yesterday night when Jack told me. I'm that much of a fool, I know right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, the big Q at the moment is whether I should become a Nuffnang-er. Should put up a poll for you peeps to cast your vote. Make me famous much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I managed to Twitter in school with my phone. Teehee. So yeah, I slacked through training cause I felt like a total  failure. My juniors are doing better than me! Like wtfug, manzxz! Did debrief together with Huaiwei cause Amanda had to leave early. Left to Jacinda's after. Surprised I'm not at Jack's huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we kinda had an arguement/quarrel last night but that &lt;b&gt;isn't&lt;/b&gt; the only reason why I'm at Jacinda's instead. Personal reasons are meant to be kept private and not being announced to the whole entire world to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ttfn, I'm gonna go gyming and swimming now. Love y'all! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;P/S: I'm sorry I made you mad, gave you unnecessary troubles, worries and burden. I'm sorry for everthing that I did that made you made. Maybe, just maybe, I deserved wverything that you said/called me. Maybe I deserved all those time you hang up on me. I know I'm annoying, irritating, troublesome at times. Thats just who I am but I'm changing. Trying my best to change for the better. Baby, for you, I'll do anything to hear your laughter, to see your smile that I've never seen before. I love you (爱)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-8882345951993943256?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/8882345951993943256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=8882345951993943256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/8882345951993943256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/8882345951993943256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/06/like-wounded-soldiers-in-need-of.html' title='&quot;Like wounded soldiers in need of healing&quot;'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-7827570634160724293</id><published>2009-06-10T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:34:21.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"There's always gonna be another mountain"</title><content type='html'>Second post of the day. This goes to show how hell bored I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hell lazy to get my hair tied up so that I can wash up. Whatever, my bed rocks but its kinda hot cause my air-con doesn't work that well when all 3 rooms' air-cons are on. Go to hell you shyt head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the phone with Jack. We're both hell bored. He's waiting for Maple to patch finish and I'm trying to find something entertaining to do. I've gotta go school tomorrow for training which I so totally dread going. Feel as if my CCA's taking my life away and with so much commitment to commit myself too. I feel as if my life is literally being drained out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall go Twitter update now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Listening to: The Climb by Miley Cyrus]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood/Feeling: Sleepy, bored]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-7827570634160724293?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/7827570634160724293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=7827570634160724293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/7827570634160724293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/7827570634160724293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/06/theres-always-gonna-be-another-mountain.html' title='&quot;There&apos;s always gonna be another mountain&quot;'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-687347712022881675</id><published>2009-06-10T18:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:28:58.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"And I didn't want the train to come"</title><content type='html'>Just got back from Ang Mo Kio not too long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't get to bed last night and I started Twittering with Jacinda. HAHA. I only managed to fall asleep at about 0300. Then woke up at 0930 but only decided to get out of bed at 1130. I was praying so hard mom was at work and nobody would be home ok. So thank God no one was home so I caught a cab down to Jack's. Cab fare was $5.60 but the uncle gave me back a $5 change despite me giving him $10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, there was quite a &lt;em&gt;"party"&lt;/em&gt; at Jack's. Well we all know that he was very much asleep. Sat on the floor to paint my screwed up nails and sat on his bed. Chanqiang came in to join us. We started talking while Jack continued sleeping. I think he got pissed at us. HAHA. Oh whatever darling. Get used to it, that's me. Teehee :D I did a manicure for Chanqiang when Jack went to bathe (so gay -____-). Not bad aye. Left his house at 1500 to go find Frederick and Ahcao downstairs and caught the bus to AMK Hub to transfer onto another bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended someone's funeral. I have no idea whose funeral it was. So some familiar faces there though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played cards with Ahcao, Chanqiand and Frederick. Jack extra extra come disturb me while I was playing. ROAR! So yeah, I lost in almost every round luckily we weren't playing with money or else I wouldn't have the cash to take a cab home. Mom called me and as usual I don't answer it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1715, I left alone. Bloody cab fare came up to be $17.30 and the taxi uncle had to help me pay the outstanding $2.30. Felt so paiseh ok. Anyways, I'm gonna thank some people now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THANK YOU DEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;THANK YOU CHANQIANG/BIBI!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;THANK YOU FREDERICK/KORKOR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; last but not least, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;THANK YOU TAXI UNCLE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack, Chanqiang and Frederick gave me some cash before I left AMK cause I only had $7 with me. Glad to have them man. Love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm waiting for mom to come home to work with my food. I'm so hungry! I didn't eat the whole day!! Thank goodness there was 3 slices of bread left and oh so fabulous NUTELLA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Hungry, hungry.&lt;br /&gt;Very hungry!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Watching: Two Weeks on Star Movies]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood/Feeling: Hungry, really very hungry]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-687347712022881675?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/687347712022881675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=687347712022881675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/687347712022881675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/687347712022881675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-i-didnt-want-train-to-come.html' title='&quot;And I didn&apos;t want the train to come&quot;'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-7575131394164033540</id><published>2009-06-10T01:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T01:42:54.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Want for Christmas is...</title><content type='html'>I know Christmas isn't here yet till about 6 months or less. But well, since I'm a girl who loves fabulousity and a lil' glamour to my stuff, I'm gonna make an early &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Christmas Want List&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I know right, like why so kanchiong?! Kanchiong because I want kind-souls to save money and buy for me what. Hints to my dearest boyfie. HAHA. Nah, his love is more than enough luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out my friends. 'Cause the list is gonna hit you in the face like NOW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:250%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;BAM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Black bandage skirt (11" down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/Si6ceRGP1QI/AAAAAAAAA1E/4TR38VoMw9U/s1600-h/BandageSkirtt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 212px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345381851534972162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/Si6ceRGP1QI/AAAAAAAAA1E/4TR38VoMw9U/s320/BandageSkirtt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Over-sized:&lt;br /&gt;- Cardigan&lt;br /&gt;- Tee&lt;br /&gt;- Off-shoulder top&lt;br /&gt;3. Black/Hot pink stilettos&lt;br /&gt;4. Red Olympus µ 1040 camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/Si6dIBCKyqI/AAAAAAAAA1M/r2heHG0aoF0/s1600-h/mju1040front_back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 124px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345382568777403042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/Si6dIBCKyqI/AAAAAAAAA1M/r2heHG0aoF0/s320/mju1040front_back.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. RED PACKET WITH&lt;strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;AUTHENTIC&lt;/u&gt; AUTHORISED MONETARY OF SINGAPORE NOTES (min. $10)&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-7575131394164033540?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/7575131394164033540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=7575131394164033540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/7575131394164033540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/7575131394164033540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-i-want-for-christmas-is.html' title='All I Want for Christmas is...'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/Si6ceRGP1QI/AAAAAAAAA1E/4TR38VoMw9U/s72-c/BandageSkirtt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-5439766165304472631</id><published>2009-06-09T22:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T00:52:57.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm coming home</title><content type='html'>Just returned home from Jacinda's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I skipped OPC cause I wasn't feeling quite right. I knew I was going to get a headache later on in the day so I decided to stay home. I woke up at about 0915. Actually earlier cause Jack woke me up but he told me to go back to sleep. I guess he didn't want me to let my imaginations run wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel super ignored today luh! First, Jacinda ignored me cause she was sleeping but later replied my SMS thats why I went over to mug. Just went to her place to eat and to keep myself occupied. Left her place only at about 2130. HAHA! Yeah, we left to Esso together with Agnes. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's Jack's turn to ignore me. Why? Cause he too is asleep. Wow, thanks alot dear. Oh wells, he didn't get any sleep the whole of yesterday and today till now so I shall let you sleep despite me spamming your phone. HAHA. He wanted me to follow him to Ang Mo Kio but I didn't know how to get there. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about it for today. I've gotta start mugging!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I ♥ TWITTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Listening to: Homecoming by Hey Monday]&lt;br /&gt;[Mood/Feeling: Ignored]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-5439766165304472631?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/5439766165304472631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=5439766165304472631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/5439766165304472631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/5439766165304472631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-coming-home.html' title='I&apos;m coming home'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-2642653479556481184</id><published>2009-06-08T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T15:36:47.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm at my one and only's, Jack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm on his bed waiting for him to come out and I'm talking to Frederick :) Lets all say, "Hi Frederick!" Alamak. They want to go Balam now. I don't want to go D: I've got a headache that is K.I.L.L.I.N.G me me me. Fugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hais, I presume we're gonna go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-2642653479556481184?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/2642653479556481184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=2642653479556481184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/2642653479556481184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/2642653479556481184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-at-my-one-and-onlys-jack.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-2483806568021436147</id><published>2009-06-07T18:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T19:07:23.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On sale</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I'm broke. I'm severly, majorly, megaly broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm contemplating on whether I should sell off my clothes. Btw the clothes I intend to sell off are in &lt;strong&gt;perfectly good condition&lt;/strong&gt; with NO defects. They're usually &lt;u&gt;seldom worn, brand new, worn once&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it a thought if you feel or have the intention(s) to get an item from me. Will be deciding on what items/clothes I'll be selling off. I'll make sure that they won't cost a bomb. The max I'll sell is at $20 depending where I bought it from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-2483806568021436147?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/2483806568021436147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=2483806568021436147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/2483806568021436147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/2483806568021436147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-sale.html' title='On sale'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-5281485386843477283</id><published>2009-05-11T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T20:42:07.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F.Y.I</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;MOVED TO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://good-byeapathy.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://good-byeapathy.livejournal.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the time being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Occasional blogs will be posted here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-5281485386843477283?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/5281485386843477283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=5281485386843477283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/5281485386843477283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/5281485386843477283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/05/fyi_11.html' title='F.Y.I'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-5626277211770335489</id><published>2009-05-06T13:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T13:34:06.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8D</title><content type='html'>i'm cooler than you but you're cooler than the monkeys and chimpanzees in the Singapore Zoo because i'm @ Jack's. i travelled this far just to use the computer and study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to fail my MYEs so badly my mama's pants will fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk, bai! i wanna go eat my tomyam mee :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-5626277211770335489?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/5626277211770335489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=5626277211770335489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/5626277211770335489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/5626277211770335489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/05/8d.html' title='8D'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-3645532133587886968</id><published>2009-05-03T20:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:23:25.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MYE ALERT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/Sf2UhIzJBrI/AAAAAAAAAzs/FTmWEBDp1ek/s1600-h/Exams_are_killing_me__by_Bunnis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331580830895113906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/Sf2UhIzJBrI/AAAAAAAAAzs/FTmWEBDp1ek/s320/Exams_are_killing_me__by_Bunnis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MYE's tomorrow and i've only mugged for like GEOGRAPHY! i've got to either go to Jack's or the Airport to mug. Home's just too.. DESTRUCTING. as if Jack's isn't huh. HAHA! i'm gonna turn myself into the girl in the picture. overwhelmed by books, maybe some knowledge will get into the empty skull of mine &lt;Em&gt;-inserts tongue out smiley-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-Men: The Last Stand is showing now but i'm in the room blogging though i'm supposedly to be mugging/making notes. instead, i'm chatting with Liling and waiting for Jack to come online. smart right?! HAHA! I WANT MY NEW PHONE! I WANT TO HAVE UNLIMITED SMS TOO! PLEASE!! D':&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-3645532133587886968?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/3645532133587886968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=3645532133587886968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/3645532133587886968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/3645532133587886968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/05/mye-alert.html' title='MYE ALERT!'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/Sf2UhIzJBrI/AAAAAAAAAzs/FTmWEBDp1ek/s72-c/Exams_are_killing_me__by_Bunnis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-7966579836725730696</id><published>2009-05-01T00:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T00:55:29.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack's</title><content type='html'>yesterday was the almost slackest in my life. Ms Neo, Ms Hamidah and Mrs Johari were all down for EV interview leaving the class. woog! i slept through most of those free periods cause of my headache with a slight fever. SWINE FLU &lt;em&gt;-dramatic music plays-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school cabbed down to Jack's. has been a freaking long time since i went over to his place. Yewleong was there. his hair is so long now. HAHA! anyways, the cab fare came up to be around $8 cause of a stupid traffic jam. screw that jam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack didn't even realise i was already in the house until i came out of the kitchen, amazing huh. so the usual happened, i attacked his bed. was so freaking tired and the headache was killing me. so i slept while he and Yewleong did a "man to man" talk. after that Jack gave me a ring. geez, i don't want the couple ring curse to happen manzxzx. so at about 5.15pm i left his place. took cabbie home cost me $10. then he went to Balam to find Beebee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i mugged Geography today. i made notes :) PROUD OF IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE YOU JACK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-7966579836725730696?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/7966579836725730696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=7966579836725730696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/7966579836725730696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/7966579836725730696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/05/jacks.html' title='Jack&apos;s'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-67436208679458642</id><published>2009-04-28T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T21:14:11.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chey, Amanda!</title><content type='html'>geez, the weather is deceiving. i hate it so very much. it was humid in the morning though it rained and scorching hot in the late morning-afternoon. it deserves a bytch slap. it made me open my legs in a rather unglam manner cause i just simply couldn't take the heat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brought kinder bueno and calbee salmon sushi wasabi chips. it was freaking yummy. mini picnic in class much? anyways, i was munching away during reading period till 'A' Math. it was da bomb! &lt;em&gt;-inserts x12345 smileys-&lt;/em&gt; the only downside to the awesome muching was i had a horrible mind bobbling, pounidng headache. it just kept pounding and pounding. i got so fed up i ask Roseline to accompany me to the bookshop to buy 2 panadol pills. the bookshop uncle asked me to go home cause of the flu originated from pigs thingy. then Roseline started shouting at Mr Wallus to ask him to send me home. I was like whatever girl, its just a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, in the afternoon the sudden downpour was fan-tas-tic! the cool breeze and air. aww, terrific weather to go swimming (if you're trying to be suicidal). then OPC election's today. slacked with my headache attacking me again! fug you stupid shyt headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, the election results:&lt;br /&gt;Captain: Amanda Lim (CHEY! CAPTAIN LUH SIOL)&lt;br /&gt;Asst. Captain: Chua Huai Wei&lt;br /&gt;Climbing Master: Gilbert Tang&lt;br /&gt;PT Master: Evonne Keak (Chey, Evonne. PT sia)&lt;br /&gt;Quarter Master: Chan Zhao Ming&lt;br /&gt;Asst. Quarter Master: Ching Siang (Year 2 only okay!)&lt;br /&gt;Secretary: Amelia Tay (Me) &amp; Roseline Wang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, back to mugging and F&amp;N research. BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-67436208679458642?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/67436208679458642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=67436208679458642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/67436208679458642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/67436208679458642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/04/chey-amanda.html' title='Chey, Amanda!'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-4353562155924763593</id><published>2009-04-26T19:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T19:57:29.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're all I'm thinking of</title><content type='html'>so yesterday was Xinyi's birthday bbq @ PPR. had a little tip off with my mom as usual and also with Jack. i want all this fighting to go away. i hate seeing jack and i fight. it just sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so took the bus down to balam to meet Jack and co. which he wanted me to cab down but i decided not to. haha. mom didn't give me a single cent for the day. i survived with my pathetic savings. which btw my sis owes me $10, Mat(t) approx $23 and Jack $67 cause his friend borrowed from him but i loaned it to them first. i'm such a kind girlf right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at about 4.30pm Jack, Ritchie, Kelvin (Melvin's younger brother), Beebee, Weiliang(?) and i cabbed down to e!Hub. went to look at Havaianas then walked to the pit. saw Xinyi, Amanda, Titus, Theodorah (Titus's younder sister) and friend(?). saw Ian waving at us from the pit so walked over and saw Ian, Jiawei, Ben, Amira and Preston, oh Rochester too. went to slack at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got pangseh-ed by Jack. they brought back beer, whiskey and vodka. drink until some of us were like near drunk. Xinyi and co weren't pleased but we just continued with whatever we were doing. Jack kept leaving me for hours leaving me with Beebee and Ritchie plus Kelvin (keep forgetting about that small kid-do). I forgot, more of the 2E'08 and 3H'09 peeps came. so yeah, big gathering huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;threw Xinyi into the sea while Jack wasn't around played with flour also. when he came back i was like "Dear, don't hug me hor. i'm covered with flour &lt;em&gt;-gives innocent smile-&lt;/em&gt;" his reaction was "Who throw?". well, i wanted to join in cause i got super bored. Xinyi started crying okay! then she blurted out the reason at me but i didn't really catch it. HA-HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chased Chanqiang and Kelvin around made me freaking giddy. so i ended up laying my head on the stone table just now Jack came back. head was spinning and i needed to worry about him and Titus. didn't want anything to happen. was trying to control myself from puking. Jack brought me to somewhere near the beach to talk to me then he left me. Amanda and Zhuanmei came to accompany me then Jack came back semi-seh. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt a hell lot better in the end. left at 8.30pm cause Jack needed to reach home but 9pm and i think he was late. i took the bus home cause the taxi wouldn't take in 5 so whatever. really bored!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met Jack at Balam in the morning today. he's a lobang siao okay! say meet at his house in the end go Balam. heng the taxi uncle didn't go by the new PIE road lor! slacked till 9.30am then cabbed to my church. blah blah blah... lazy to go on :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACK JACK JACK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-4353562155924763593?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/4353562155924763593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=4353562155924763593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/4353562155924763593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/4353562155924763593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/04/youre-all-im-thinking-of.html' title='You&apos;re all I&apos;m thinking of'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-3790185380833539092</id><published>2009-04-24T15:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T15:56:32.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everythings going the other way...</title><content type='html'>i detest everything that has been going on, from school to my relationship to my own home. i can't get a life at home. i feel as if i'm being imprisoned by my own mother. i'm not allowed out and what do you want me to do in an empty house? all i do all day is sleep. the single thought of studying just turn me off from home. after studying for so many hours in school i feel the bore of continuing to study at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my relationship is taking its toll because of my mother. i don't intend to watch my relationship go downhill. i don't want it to end. i hate seeing us fight. i hate everything that has been happening between us. nothing ever seems to be they were in the past. but who am i to bring up the past and wish for that to reoccur again. i just want all this crap and problems to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just give me a break. every single stinking fucking day i'm getting headaches after headaches after headaches. i get nagged at. you think i don't have problems? you think i'm putting on an act means everything's all right? could someone just put a halt to all of my problems, troubles?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-3790185380833539092?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/3790185380833539092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=3790185380833539092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/3790185380833539092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/3790185380833539092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/04/everythings-going-other-way.html' title='Everythings going the other way...'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-6500076070901626638</id><published>2009-04-23T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:50:52.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUG THOSE ZITS!</title><content type='html'>was suppose to have opc committee election today but it got cancelled as mr teo wasn't around. there was alot of confusion going on. and i have a great thing against hormones. why? 'cause it's causing me pimples which i'm getting super pissed at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AMELIA TAY MEI SZE DETESTS THE FUGLY PIMPLE ON HER NOSE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, my second button from the top of my uniform was unbutton and some bytch didn't tell me till much later. stupid teo zhuanmei, see my shirt unbutton don't know how to tell me instead you tell roseline. like wtfug! roseline finally told me till much later luh. whatever, what's so nice about seeing a light blue young hearts bra and a couple of boobs? go read some porn, i think it'll give you perverts greater pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed back after school to settle some stuff for amanda. most of the problems got settled leaving those unsettled problems for tomorrow. i want them to get settled asap so that i can rest. gave me a major headache and jack thought i was in some shyt problem. HA-HA! dear, mai kanchiong luh. i got problem qiang will report to you one luh. HA-HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so jack went down to tmall with orh gao to shop. he wanted me to go look for them but i got no money!! plus in school uniform and school bag and ugly pimple? no thank you. let me kill the ugly pimple wound first okay? jack wants to buy me some top. i have zero idea of how it looks like. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, waiting for him to call again after hanging up my call. idiotic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-6500076070901626638?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/6500076070901626638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=6500076070901626638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/6500076070901626638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/6500076070901626638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/04/fug-those-zits.html' title='FUG THOSE ZITS!'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-5069293854093152499</id><published>2009-04-19T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:45:02.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S Factor? NOT!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I'm watching S Factor. The show is like damn bimbo-tic okay! That stupid Sonia bytch think she very pretty. I don't think she is. She look like some typical girl on the street who only know how to spend their time gossiping at Starbucks in Orchard. Wait a sec, none of them are actually pretty. There's &lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt; outstanding about any of them. Okay, maybe Michelle looks alright. HAH! Sonia's out! Serve you right. Get out of my face! &lt;b&gt;STOP FREAKING THINK YOU'RE ALL THAT WHEN YOU'RE NOT!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, mom got me the Neutrogena Wave a couple of days ago. No wait, it was just yesterday when Jack was around &lt;em&gt;-inserts smiley-&lt;/em&gt; Woo, woo! Harper's Island just started. &lt;STRONG&gt;I'M LOVIN' IT!&lt;/STRONG&gt; Mom got a new handphone too - Samsung Omnia. Waiting for Jack to call though I should totally be using this time to either study for my Geography test tomorrow or to be like sleeping and not watching telly. Eww, Katie Cassidy is on Harper's Island. My tummy hurts so does my tailbone. &lt;em&gt;-inserts sad smiley-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving Subway. Geez, the pastor guy got beheaded. Yick! &lt;em&gt;-inserts disgusted smiley-&lt;/em&gt; Okay, I'm being so lame and random right now cause I HATE THE PIMPLE ON MY NOSE! Go die go die go die! Okay, bye now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-5069293854093152499?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/5069293854093152499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=5069293854093152499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/5069293854093152499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/5069293854093152499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/04/s-factor-not.html' title='S Factor? NOT!'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-3053137176480631151</id><published>2009-04-18T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T23:18:10.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepness Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Another sleepless night &lt;br /&gt;I'm still starin' at the ceiling"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack came over at about 5pm. no one was home except me so played with the my laptop while waiting. then about 5mins later my sis came home. HA-HA! Jack keeps saying he misses my sis and i'll keep telling him "orh~ you hong my jiejie!" anyways, it wasn't as bad as i thought. my mom didn't really say much about Jack. &lt;strong&gt;3 more days till 4th month.&lt;/strong&gt; LOVE LOVE LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we aren't perfect. sometimes i feel like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"If I had my way&lt;br /&gt;I'd corner him and say&lt;br /&gt;Put yourself in her position&lt;br /&gt;All she needs is recognition&lt;br /&gt;Love's not enough when you say it&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know you've gotta mean it&lt;br /&gt;Screwing up the best thing ever&lt;br /&gt;Is something you'll regret forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day goes by and nothing changed &lt;br /&gt;He's still the same&lt;br /&gt;I can hear her cryin&lt;br /&gt;Thinking she's the one to blame&lt;br /&gt;Will this ever end?&lt;br /&gt;Will this house be a home again?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, you put me in the spot. my head spins each time you do that. i can't think straight. my emotions run wild i start to do crazy things. i try being strong but my emotions get the better of me. you aren't perfect maybe that's why ily. &lt;em&gt;maybe ily for your imperfections. i want us to continue going on strong...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-3053137176480631151?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/3053137176480631151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=3053137176480631151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/3053137176480631151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/3053137176480631151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/04/sleepness-night.html' title='Sleepness Night'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-4031449662203995469</id><published>2009-04-15T22:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T23:17:06.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn it up a notch</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Nothing more satisfying then a Lovebox"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Amelia Tay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovebox is fascinating. Michaela's hooked onto it too. we intend to go buy some someday together with Jacinda (provided 7/11 doesn't check for ICs). HA-HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a misunderstanding with Jack last night. it's one that i don't ever want to have ever again cause i hate fighting with him because of my parent's ridiculous rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"When I'm with you I'll make every second count&lt;br /&gt;'cause I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you're not around&lt;br /&gt;When I kiss you&lt;br /&gt;I'll still get butterflies years from now&lt;br /&gt;I'll make every second count when I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we've had our ups and down&lt;br /&gt;But we've always worked them out&lt;br /&gt;Babe am I ever glad we've got this far now&lt;br /&gt;Still I'm lying here tonight&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I was by your side&lt;br /&gt;'cause when I'm not there enough&lt;br /&gt;Nothing feels right&lt;br /&gt;So I'm coming back to show you that&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you the rest of my life"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lyrics speaks it all, from deep down out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to provide myself with self-entertainment cause Jack didn't SMS me till late afternoon. had intentions to pon MT to go find Jack but since he didn't SMS i didn't know if he was still mad at me so i accompanied Amanda. everybody was asking me about Jack's hand. so replied all of them with similar answers. HA-HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to find Eric outside school so that Amanda could get her prepaid card from him. Amanda, Ian and I chatted with him for awhile then went back into school. amanda and i had hard time trying to figure out how to activate the damn prepaid. forgive me for my retardedness luh, it has been ages since i worked a prepaid card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slacked till about um, 4pm+ then walked to BK mini mart to buy Marigold milk and sausage. &lt;em&gt;-licks lips; yummy-&lt;/em&gt; took 69 home and received Jack's SMS (like &lt;strong&gt;FINALLY&lt;/strong&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-the day goes on-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;called Jack like usual and things are back to normal. head over heels talking to him. this is so like cliche and it might make your hair stand. HAH, but i was tearing. my imagination was running wild the whole day. what d'you expect?! anyways, he's sleeping now. he's got some stuff to attend to tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Your friends are telling you, You gotta move on.&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought I'd gone and wrecked it all again.&lt;br /&gt;You turned around so I could tell you what took so long.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why i ever waited to say.&lt;br /&gt;'cause I’m just dying just to see you again .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of holding you, I was holding out.&lt;br /&gt;I should’ve let you in, but I let you down.&lt;br /&gt;You were the first to give ,I was the first to ask.&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m in second place, to get a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should've known, took you and I for granted&lt;br /&gt;Gotta let you know, I was never underhanded."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: my lappie is &lt;strong&gt;FIXED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-4031449662203995469?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/4031449662203995469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=4031449662203995469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/4031449662203995469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/4031449662203995469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/04/turn-it-up-notch.html' title='Turn it up a notch'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-5908084964999896973</id><published>2009-04-12T17:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T17:41:44.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laptop breakdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ON HIATUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;till further notice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my personal laptop has broken down due to a crash of hard disk hence i won't be able to update as often. i may update ever once in a while when i get the opportunity to use the my mom's iMac or the school's com.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Snappy update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loads have happened over the long period of time i haven't updated like my mom spot checking on me. she telephoned my tuition centre to only find out that i wasn't there. i got interrogated when i got home so she found out about jack. she even called him to talk to him. so whatever to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beebee's now my brother. it was a random moment. idk what else has happened i basically forgot about EVERYTHING. anyways, i wanna go eat now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-5908084964999896973?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/5908084964999896973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;20th-21st March, Friday-Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went over to jack's. i left the house just before it rained and when i reached eunos. i experienced the downpour of cats and dogs. didn't want to disturb jack or wait for him so i just walked in the rain to his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bathed straight away. felt damn shiok luh. then i went to rest awhile. that lazy boy has a sexaye tan line on both his ankles. HAHA! finally got to see him sia. after 3 days! 3 days!! then waited for the rain to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come, let's go eat. went to 1a to eat. shiok sia, i whole day never eat then i finally got to eat. yewleong came to meet us then went to slak around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jack went to play ball with yewleong and company. i went back to have dinner first. heng his family haven't leave the house if not idk how to go in :/ ate my dindin then waited for him to come back. he bathed i slept waited for his mom to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonned at jack's so at 2am we went down to look for mr yewleong. oh, before that jack and i ate again. yeah, put jack and i together and we'll go eat. HAHA! slacked till about like um, 4.30-5am like that then went back to sleep. must tip-toe into the room ok! cannot wake his uncles in the hall and the father in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally got to have some decent sleep after 4 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent my lovely &lt;b&gt;3rd monthsary&lt;/b&gt; at jack's. had brunch with him and chanqiang at 1a again. then i went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home and napped till i heard thunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer&lt;br /&gt;Do you know you're unlike any other?&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be my thunder, and I said&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna ever love another&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be my thunder&lt;br /&gt;So bring on the rain&lt;br /&gt;And bring on the thunder"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;re-packed my bag and rushed out of the house. trained down to eunos and waited for a full 30mins for jack and company. guess who's out, LIM ZHI HAO! haha. then went to geylang to eat laksa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p/s: i wore the same tee as the first time i went to geylang with jack, zhihao and ricky. wtf!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after eating slacked around then went back to eunos. zhihao and girlf went back with his mom. i went back to jack's to watch harry potter and chanqiang went home. they get to ton and i don't. faggy mother of mine D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next time zhihao comes out, we'll go steamboat. i don't care! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOOKING FOR 郭美美-许愿树!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-6303097525850435353?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/6303097525850435353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=6303097525850435353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/6303097525850435353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/6303097525850435353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/03/jacks-place.html' title='Jack&apos;s Place'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-4938541312459169678</id><published>2009-03-19T00:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T01:29:53.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing else I can say</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;18th March, Wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, whatever. i'm in the most listless mood ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did laundry the whole of today. washed jack's jacket which btw made me thinking if i should wash it. i still decided to wash it. one more day, just one more day before you come back from camp. this is agonising. i want a great big hug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing from you today. felt like something's amiss. am i too dependent on you? am i being too sticky? i hope not. i want camp to end. i think my life's a bore. oh wow, can't you tell how boring it is from the way i'm typing this post out? i think my life is the most uninteresting, unexciting, unspontaneous in this whole entire world. i feel as if i'm living this life with no purpose and no meaning just to entertain you, fellow good people's life. hurray for you &lt;em&gt;(inserts smiley)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, you know what? i'm not gonna care if this whole world hates me or despises me. i don't give a fuck any longer. why? cause i think my life's pathetic. sometimes i don't even know why i'm living it. yah, so for those who love to gossip. here's something for you to gossip about and go on, continue talking behind my back and detesting me. whatever. my life's a joke anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i changed, you changed. everybody in this whole fucking world changes. be it attitude, appearance or whatever, you'll change someday. if a person remains the same for like idk forever, i'll take off my hat and salute to that person. sell my soul for it matters or for all i care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty much in your face. i'll tolerate you but when i can't take it anymore i'll say it in your face. so fine, i'll say it in my own face this time round. yeah, i maybe a copycat sometimes. i don't deny it. i may not have as much originality as i want to have. again, not gonna deny it. so what? like you've never copied someone before. i mean c'mon not everything is always 100% made up by ourselves. so yeah, whatever. call me a copycat, call me little miss NO originality. whatever, family or no family. just do it. dislike something about me? just say it in my face. don't bother bottling it up anymore. i don't intend to make you burst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND: yellow"&gt;SHOOT ME FOR MY CRIME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND: yellow"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND: yellow"&gt;IMPRISON ME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND: yellow"&gt;CONDEMN ME FOR ALL I CARE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND: yellow"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND: yellow"&gt;I'M SICK OF LIVING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND: yellow"&gt;MY LIFE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND: yellow"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND: yellow"&gt;GIVE ME A REASON TO END IT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND: yellow"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND: yellow"&gt;THANK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND: yellow"&gt;YOU VERY MUCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND: yellow"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND: yellow"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(inserts x123456789 jumbo smileys)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i think there's no place for me in this earth. so yeah, maybe i do belong in hell huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;19th March, Thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck hell yeah! jack's camp finishes today! happy happy happy. fuck hell happy. can't wait for him to come back. i'm high-ing! woogzxzx! yeah shoot me if you want. go right ahead if you don't wanna see me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't get to bed cause my daily routine ain't happening. gahh! i'm predicting his camp to end at about 12.30pm and he'll be back by 2.30pm max. i'll zoom down where ever you might be to meet you. i'm just a phone call away. haha. my day's always reserved for you &lt;em&gt;(inserts smiley)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, boo faster come back won't you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days to 3rd month&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-4938541312459169678?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-5983746578498081487</id><published>2009-03-17T01:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T00:27:06.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;14th March, Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed over at jack's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days till his camp&lt;br /&gt;7 more days to 3rd month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;15th March, Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to church was late for service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days till his camp&lt;br /&gt;6 more days to 3rd month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;16th March, Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cabbed down to jack's. accompanied him and did my homework. had lunch with him then slacked at the shelter. jack and yewleong sent me to the eunos mrt then blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more day till his camp&lt;br /&gt;5 more days to 3rd month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;17th March, Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe it. you're going for camp already. i can't get to bed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jack uh jack, must take care of yourself in camp ok? later when you come back from camp i cannot recognise you cause you turn blacker. haha! fake luh dear. ily kay? it'll be 2 more days to 3rd month when you come back from camp. ohmygod!!! ILY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;day of camp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 more days to 3rd month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;edit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woog, finally went for tuition. i went cause i had no plans for the day. Jack's @ camp leaving me here to rot. thankyou very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what, tuition fees for this month is like only $90. haha! so i decided to combined this month and next month's tuition fee together, totalling up to $276. must go for tuition cannot skip anymore. mustn't use tuition as an excuse to go out with Jack. it's an absolute big no-no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so bused down to white sands and went up to popular to buy my folder cause my school homework folder is like breaking apart. UGH! me being budget, bought a 45¢ folder. but then i splurged on an INK bag which i think is the exact same one as Kok Hwee. shyt! it cost me $45.90. Mathew/Kor is sponsoring half of it for me for my birthday present :) if he were to pay for the full thing i would feel like a total bytch so yeah, half is more than enough. &lt;strong&gt;ANYONE WILLING TO SPON THE OTHER HALF?!&lt;/strong&gt; in particular to those people who owe me my christmas and birthday present. i don't want to mention names. &lt;em&gt;-ehem ehem-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after buying my stuff i walked to the nearby 7/11 not the one at the interchange but the one near the tuition centre. bought 2 packets of Marigold Mango Yogurt Drink, 1 bottle of Pokka Green Tea and Grape Mentos. yah, i know i know i'm like 水桶. don't have to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked in for tuition and i got stared at. MIA for almost a month already i think. anyways, tuition was alright luh. after tuition bused home alone cause Xinyi wanted to go meet Hanhui so yeah. home alone D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack called :D one day not meeting him feels so weird. imy imy imy! faster come back already. argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;/edited&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-5983746578498081487?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/5983746578498081487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=5983746578498081487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/5983746578498081487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/5983746578498081487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/03/14th-march-saturday-stayed-over-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-5660419364172983236</id><published>2009-03-14T00:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T00:23:50.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;13 March 2009, Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the fish-nuggets! my results are &lt;strong&gt;horrendous&lt;/strong&gt;. for the first time in my life i get a &lt;strong&gt;C6&lt;/strong&gt; for english. english hor not mother tongue but for fish-nuggets english! oh yah, i got F9 for 'a' math. whatever lo-zer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Loser, loser&lt;br /&gt;Double loser, whatever&lt;br /&gt;As if, get the picture?&lt;br /&gt;DUH!"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you thank you. did classroom clean-up and those usual nonsense then came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did some lame cyber wellness quiz then i cabbed down to meet jack jack jack. went up to his house cause he was at chanqiang's place so his sisters kept talking to me. talk talk talk went to sleep he came back make alot of noice. he bathed and smelt nice went down to find yewleong. take so bloody long. let them do their usual stuff like TALKING while i nap on jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh, i got kinder bueno! thanks baby :) haha. so faggish but thats love for me. all those hair-standing, goosebumping words and stuff are all part of it. part and parcel. yewleong gave me his wasabi chips. yummy! then went back to jack's to sleep and have dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeping is fun exception of me coughing non-stop. then bathed and cabbed home. the uncle forget start the meter so i paid $5 for the cab fare and i sat in those ex-pan-sive cabbies. OHMYGOD! haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOMORROW TON-NING @ JACK'S. WOOGZXZX! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-5660419364172983236?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/5660419364172983236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=5660419364172983236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/5660419364172983236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/5660419364172983236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/03/friday-13th.html' title='Friday the 13th'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-8647323518300049085</id><published>2009-03-11T20:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:00:07.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>老太婆</title><content type='html'>OH SWEET MOTHER OF PEARL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the grand &lt;em&gt;51&lt;/em&gt; years old. 10 march finally came after awaiting for 1 year. love love love! spent it with jack jack jack! haha, opc didn't get a chance to sabo me. i'm proud to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;NO BIRTHDAY BASH FOR ME!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pity those unfortunate losers who got their birthday bash. joking joking. birthday bashes are fun like it's an experience to remember. i have to wish myself HAPPY BIRTHDAY. sang a birthday song to myself. haha. so retarded right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways people who wished me:&lt;br /&gt;(according to date &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; time)&lt;br /&gt;9 March 2009&lt;br /&gt;1) Carmen/Dearest - SMS&lt;br /&gt;2) Nicholas/Cookiesaur kor - MSN&lt;br /&gt;3) Zhuan Mei - Facebook &lt;br /&gt;4) Cherylnn - MSN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 March 2009 - My &lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt; day&lt;br /&gt;5) Jack - Phone&lt;br /&gt;6) Jack's mom - Phone&lt;br /&gt;7) Yew Leong - SMS/Phone to Jack &amp; Coffeshop&lt;br /&gt;8) Jia Wei - SMS&lt;br /&gt;9) Justin/Shifu - SMS&lt;br /&gt;10) Wanyin/Bearbear - SMS&lt;br /&gt;11) Eleanor - Facebook&lt;br /&gt;12) Sharifah - School&lt;br /&gt;13) Rukhsana - School&lt;br /&gt;14) Amanda/Retard - SMS &amp; Tagboard&lt;br /&gt;15) Daesia - School&lt;br /&gt;16) Hui Xin (Jack's 妹妹) - Jack's house&lt;br /&gt;17) Hazimah - School&lt;br /&gt;18) Hazirah? - School&lt;br /&gt;19) Sinyee - School&lt;br /&gt;20) Geraldine - School&lt;br /&gt;21) Farah - School&lt;br /&gt;22) Hidayah - School&lt;br /&gt;23) Oliver - School&lt;br /&gt;24) Terence - Facebook&lt;br /&gt;25) Hwee Min - Friendster&lt;br /&gt;26) Jacinda - School&lt;br /&gt;27) Kaori - School&lt;br /&gt;28) Kimberly - SMS&lt;br /&gt;29) Dawn - SMS&lt;br /&gt;30) Amirah - SMS&lt;br /&gt;31) Sherry - School&lt;br /&gt;32) Roseline - School&lt;br /&gt;33) Quan Xue - School&lt;br /&gt;34) Aaron/Erzi - Tagboard&lt;br /&gt;35) Zhuan Mei - Tagboard&lt;br /&gt;36) Mommy - Home&lt;br /&gt;37) Papa - Home&lt;br /&gt;38) 姐姐 - Home&lt;br /&gt;39) Jaroson (姐姐's boyf) - Home&lt;br /&gt;40) Sharon - School&lt;br /&gt;41) Jeneva - School&lt;br /&gt;42) Lydia - School&lt;br /&gt;43) Rachall - Tagboard&lt;br /&gt;44) Huai Wei - School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 March 2009&lt;br /&gt;45) Yiren/Soyabean - School&lt;br /&gt;46) Effa - School&lt;br /&gt;47) Hui See (Jack's 妹妹) - Jack's house&lt;br /&gt;48) Mathew/Kor - School&lt;br /&gt;49) Nicholas Wong - School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i believe there is more than whatever i listed down but i just can't remember. ugh! anyways, thanks to everyone who wished me yah. finally get to spend my birthday with my boyf. woohoo, so country pumpkin but who cares?! ily ily ily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, happy birthday to fabian too. he also have to wait 1 year for his big 18 to come. the only bugger i know who has the &lt;u&gt;same birthday as me&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: feel like eating kinder bueno like NOW NOW NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tag replies:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Mar 09, 07:06&lt;br /&gt;zhuanmei: ameliaxzx! HAPPY BIRTHDAY HOMIE! see uh, tag you at 7 in the morning. ii lurbe euus! YAY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thankyou, you se-xaye thing. so faithful uh? eww, no twitting pleaze! for heaven's sake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Mar 09, 18:39&lt;br /&gt;BluRr0n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAMA ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not bad. erzi still quite tiongxim still can remember mama birthday. haha. 谢谢啦儿子 :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Mar 09, 19:10&lt;br /&gt;RACHALL: happy birthday dear ily. HAHAAHAH tell your mom "eh ma, you know what? i got boyfriend leh. you say hao xiao bu hao xiao?" AHHHAAHA okay fine bu hao xiao. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thankyou baby. ily too. okah, that sounded gay. whatever you say babe -___-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Mar 09, 21:17&lt;br /&gt;amanda: HAPPY BIRTHDAY.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thankzxzx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 Mar 09, 19:58&lt;br /&gt;mervin: which primary school you're from ah? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fengshan Primary School. why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-8647323518300049085?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/8647323518300049085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=8647323518300049085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/8647323518300049085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/8647323518300049085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='老太婆'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-2552962533827343374</id><published>2009-03-08T21:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T15:54:32.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>like usual, every saturday i'll go over to rachall's house to stay. before that jack had stuff to do so couldn't go meet him at eunos. he's a lobang siao. from some job thingy to marine parade then to sim lim then to bugis then to eunos. each time i ask he say i going back eunos already. yeah right. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waited for him then went to buy his top-up card for him then went to his house. let him bathe and rest. his younger sis came home, we wanted to go down but nah we couldn't anymore. so watched tv lor. my turn to bathe. haha. then his family came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jack's mom gave me a necklace for my birthday. thankyou mommy! so yeah, met his dad and like it felt awkward. yewleong came over ordered mcdelivery and ate. after eating cabbed back to rachall's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my birthday's coming. i needa tell my mom i got a boyf. GAHH! anybody knows how to break it to my mom. give me your help! next week ton at jack's house. fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-2552962533827343374?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/2552962533827343374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=2552962533827343374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/2552962533827343374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/2552962533827343374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/03/like-usual-every-saturday-ill-go-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-5477353867002639529</id><published>2009-03-06T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T00:07:53.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woog woog. got my 'a' math paper back today :D though i failed but i'm still absolutely positively pleased with my results cause i've got a &lt;strong&gt;two-digit&lt;/strong&gt; mark. thank you thank you. proud of my &lt;strong&gt;11/50&lt;/strong&gt;. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, cabbed down to eunos to meet jack. then saw quite a number of springfield-ers there also luh. like oh, my star! slacked at the basketball court shelter for idk how many million hours, super sian one you know?! then eugene and zhanghua came also. slacked and talked crap. in the end, jack and i went to eat dinner - wanton mee and rojak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to his house to visit his mama. haha. then went to &lt;em&gt;ass-el-eee-eee-pee&lt;/em&gt; then i bathed cause i stink so did he even though he already bathed but whatever. then talked with his mom awhile and cab home. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: 4 MORE DAYS TO MY BIRTHDAY. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;15 MORE DAYS TO 3rd MONTH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 6 MORE DAYS TO CARMEN/DEAREST BIRTHDAY. ? MORE DAYS TILL MY BYTCH PERIOD COMES -___-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-5477353867002639529?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/5477353867002639529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=5477353867002639529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/5477353867002639529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/5477353867002639529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/03/woog-woog.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-3753200920965600232</id><published>2009-03-02T19:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T19:31:02.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIGH ALERT</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;26th february, thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suck at 'a' math for i didn't know how to do more than 5 questions. thankyou velly much. i am absolutely 100% prepared to eff/aye/eye/el. at least i'm not as bad as roseline and ian who didn't exactly attempt the paper. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;27th february, friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't careless about 'a' math tuition anymore. pon tuition to look for jack. went down to sim lim square with chanqiang/bibi. jack lobang siao! haha, fake! he was suppose to come over to my house to fetch me but in the end i have to look for him. what nonsense luh siol. but thank god he didn't come also cause my dad came home early and was packing his care for the KL trip with mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then walked over to bugis and then trained back to eunos. had dinner there slacked at new block then home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;28th february, saturday-29th february, sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't give a damn what they say, what they think think&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're the only one who's on my mind&lt;br /&gt;I'll never ever let you leave me&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to stop time for ever, never wanna hear you say goodbye (bye bye bye)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom and dad left for KL. jack came over to keep me company. ate pizza and watched telly. psp psp psp all the way manzxzx. haha. then sent him home.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;jack came over again. watch telly, ate, play psp and then he had a small talk with my sis. like whatever! haha. then off i went to aunty's house for dinner then he went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours, you're mine! ily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;1st march, monday: day 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a house of cards&lt;br /&gt;in a hurricane&lt;br /&gt;A reckless ride&lt;br /&gt;In the pouring rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english common test=whatever to me. i don't give a damn about it. i was late for school too. what a way to start the month and the week huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there wasn't study programme today so i cabbed down to eunos to accompany jack. lobang siao one lor say come meet me in the end i go meet you AGAIN. nvm, since you say you sick i guaiguai go find you lor. cab fare was freaking $7.20!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he lobang me again. say send me home in the end he give me money cab home myself. zzz. dear uh dear... $9.20 for the cab. expensive like fug only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk, i need study for social studies and do my F&amp;amp;N stuff. BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;p/s: &lt;strong&gt;MY BIRTHDAY IN 8 DAYS TIME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pastlove-jia.blogspot.com"&gt;CARMEN/DEAREST&lt;/a&gt; BIRTHDAY IN 10 DAYS TIME&lt;br /&gt;3RD MONTH IN 19 DAYS TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;presents please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-3753200920965600232?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/3753200920965600232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=3753200920965600232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/3753200920965600232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/3753200920965600232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/03/high-alert.html' title='HIGH ALERT'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-1243435321728785969</id><published>2009-02-25T13:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T13:15:09.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick-ko</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i'm sick. yes, i'm always sick i never seem to recover. thankyou velly much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's my first common test paper and i'm 0% ready for it. 'a' math, oh, 'a' math, why must you be my first paper. i catch no ball for log. thank god, alpha and betta is so &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; tested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, 21st was jack and i's second month. thankyou thankyou. went down to balam to find him luh. for one day i get exclusive treatment. haha. lame-ness. was suppose to meet at 4am but we ended up sleeping cause he needed to go for some jurong bird park thingy and so he told me go sleep. yeah yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm on mc today. firstly, i overslept. secondly, mom woke me up at 7.05am. thirdly, she told me "aiya, go rest luh!". last but not least, i'm sick. i'm never fine. haha. i had slight fever yesterday. 3 people checked my forehead ok! they are no other than 1) jacinda 2) wanyin and 3) jack. despite the slight fever i still went down to eunos to find him. skipped 'e' math tuition luh. i was like dead tired so i tool naps at eunos. oh, i met jack's two younger sis. they are damn see/you/tee/eee ok! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom and dad's going away on saturday to KL and the house is mine (and my sis). time to party. fun fun fun. kk, bye gotta do my F&amp;amp;N now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-1243435321728785969?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/1243435321728785969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=1243435321728785969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/1243435321728785969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/1243435321728785969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/02/sick-ko.html' title='sick-ko'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-5252605114065212080</id><published>2009-02-20T19:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T20:06:54.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Be Somebody.</title><content type='html'>little hey, little ho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo-zah! i'm back from camp. it was alright. i miss audreay. i miss jiaqi. and we go, woo yeah! shake it shake it yeah! HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RECAP!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;17th february, tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assembled in school as usual and ohmygod, i freaking looked like a goon dragging a luggage up to the hall. so we waited for assembly and everything to be over together with briefing. got short break to have breakfast. thank god for that! then it was like time to have a bag search which my class didn't have to go through. only surrendered my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up on the bus roseline kept playing with meh-meh. singing and being noisy while rochester was using my pillow to shade himself from the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boarded up the bus and down to MOE Dairy Farm Adventure Club i think. i can't really remember. so we had lunch and stuff. the usual getting divided into out bunks/dorms. my class shared the dorm with 3B. lunch sucked. the food was peeyewww. time for ice-breaker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, don't want to get into it cause not very interesting luh. i went back to the dorm early cause of gastric. haha. kk bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: slept under the stair together with jacinda. had fun fun fun with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;18th february, wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rise and sun lil' one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breakfast rocked! finally got to eat &lt;em&gt;see.etch.eye.al.al.eye&lt;/em&gt;! jacinda and i were happy like hell luh. after breakfast was high elements. i skipped that to eat oreo together with rochester cause i had gastric again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-lunch time-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's sing a song and you'll know what i did after lunch time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Row, row, row the boat gently down the stream..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you guessed dragon boating or somewhere near there then hell yeah, you are damn right! so did dragon boating for the second time. best part of the day. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to campsite. had some lame forum thingy luh. whatev! i had gastric again. so to the dorm i go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;19th february, thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's going to end. hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a telematch which my group won for each round but wasn't first place. ninkompoots. haha. yadah yadah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;campfire was rather lame with the speech and all. i hate speeches. SO BORING!! then i got uber duper hyped up ok. i was damn high. i didn't get gastric. thank you thank you. idk what to say luh siol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i taught the camp chief guy the thing rachall and natalie always do. and ohmygod, the clapping thingy rachall always do. so fun! ok, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;20th february, friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye camp, hello springfield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breakfast. area cleaning. final briefing. goneee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: audrey and kai were playing with my oh so cute meh-meh. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up on the bus the guys, roseline and i were waving at people in the cars and we only had one successful car who waved back. it was a taxi with some hyped up into guys. boo yah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back in school i got a body search+bag search together with the whole class cause of a god damn missing phone. lame shyt crap. i bring my valuables to camp didn't get lost then classmate leave it with the teachers it goes missing. i have to say this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;NOOB SHYT!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okah, no offence babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally got dismissed. jack sent me home. took cabbie i paid cause i wanted to save myself from the embarrassment of the camp tee and luggage. thankyou velly much. haha. finally got to see jack jack jack! ahh, boo iloveyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/ss: mr lim and his lame jokes. oh thanks for the lemon biscuits! haha. and um, aussie boyf. HAHA! right~ playing along with you is hell yeah fun zhihao. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-5252605114065212080?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/5252605114065212080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=5252605114065212080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/5252605114065212080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/5252605114065212080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/02/gotta-be-somebody.html' title='Gotta Be Somebody.'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-1802110052240928525</id><published>2009-02-16T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:57:21.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ON HIATUS: Sec 3 Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;Status: On Hiatus&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be at my school's camp. lame shyt. i &lt;u&gt;won't be contactable by mobile&lt;/u&gt; cause i've been taken away from all civilization. NO PHONE NO iPOD. how am i to survive?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;baby, don't you hurt me again cause i won't be able to take another blow. you've hurt me one too many times. idk how long i can carry on taking up jokes you find funny when they aren't. we've gotta work things out and not by hurting each other. ily.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-1802110052240928525?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/1802110052240928525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=1802110052240928525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/1802110052240928525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/1802110052240928525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-hiatus-sec-3-camp.html' title='ON HIATUS: Sec 3 Camp'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-4659747943823363143</id><published>2009-02-15T17:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T17:46:45.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>throwing in the towel</title><content type='html'>i'm proud to announce,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I HAVE A NEAT AND TIDY BEDROOM"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've officially rated my mom as &lt;strong&gt;retarded&lt;/strong&gt;. why? she rather make me go for camp that cost $90 than to let me stay home. i think she'd rather spend thousands on my medical fee if i were to get my gastric while at camp than to let me just stay home. geez, oh mine, how retarded can she get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;ma, why don't you just say that my gastric is just an excuse for you to make me stay at home and like banning me from going out huh? why make it sound as if you're so concerned for my well-being when it's well clear that you were using my gastric flu as a reason to make me stay at home. if you say i have to go for camp then why couldn't i go out? don't say that i've recovered over the days cause oh wow, like four days make that much of a difference. sure, i can go for camp get my gastric again and yah let you spend on my hospital bill. cool, then jack could come visit me everyday. maybe you're doing it for my well-being. cool! whatev, the moral of this is that you want me home and not out. you want me to suffer with my gastric at camp. okay, so be it. i can tolerate your shyt.&lt;/blockquote&gt;i'm down with a sickness, so is he. despite being feverish he still went down to balam after seeing the doc. he's out and i'm in. i want out but i can't go out. dear god, make me so sick so that i won't need to go for camp. i'm starting to despise camps. i don't wanna go. gastric's going kill my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: and my mom was the one who said if i don't take care of it now i could live with it for the rest of my life or get stomach cancer. but yet she's making me go for camp. ironic huh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-4659747943823363143?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/4659747943823363143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=4659747943823363143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/4659747943823363143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/4659747943823363143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/02/throwing-in-towel.html' title='throwing in the towel'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-266403634506294954</id><published>2009-02-14T01:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T01:32:59.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm yours</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY VALENTINES DAY TO ALL!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time around i have an exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINES DAY JACK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I L♥VE YOU :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so cheesy but who cares. i love him like seriously dudezxzx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and him being his naughty self he played a trick on me which btw wasn't funny. not one bit. oh, did i mention i love his mom too despite the fact that i'm kinda scared of her too. haha! here's why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jack&lt;/span&gt;: "我换新的女朋友. 要不要跟她讲话?"&lt;br /&gt;"i change new girlf. you want talk to her?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom: "不要, 我只要跟旧的讲话."&lt;br /&gt;"don't want. i only want to talk to the old one."&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; "&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. ok, the conversation might not be that accurate cause i can't really remember. but i was like i love your 妈妈 and she said she loved me too. haha. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hais, i don't get to spend v'day with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jack&lt;/span&gt;. my mom says i gotta rest cause of my gastric. this &lt;em&gt;ass.you.see.kay&lt;/em&gt;! i wanna go out. i can't even go to rachall's house to mug. the ironic part of this is that on &lt;strong&gt;tuesday i have to go for camp &lt;/strong&gt;-__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;whatev babe! all &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jack &lt;/span&gt;and i know is that we're waiting for my parents to go to malaysia (which i am hoping so badly for). then i get to go part-teh and ton all night long. and woo, sweet freedom. my sis can't stop me from doing anything. i just wanna ton and spend the day(s) with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jack&lt;/span&gt;. thank you very much. hahah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: if your thinking went out of the box, please place it back inside the box. thank you :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-266403634506294954?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/266403634506294954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=266403634506294954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/266403634506294954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/266403634506294954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-yours.html' title='i&apos;m yours'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-1522195623799420308</id><published>2009-02-13T23:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T01:15:42.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Floury the snowgirl...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i want to sue lim xinyi, roseline wang, yip jiawei and rochester chew!&lt;/strong&gt; THEY ARE BIG BIG GIGANTIC BULLIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had MC for today so i stayed home to rest and did a little bit of 'e' math homework and physics notes. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dear&lt;/span&gt; was too busy to bring me for tuition so i had to make my way to tampines ecc to meet xinyi. that was when their evil plot came about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see those evil names up there? they started chasing me/cornering me and throwing flour all over me. my hair, my tee, my skinnies! oh, not forgetting inside my tee. so yah, you can imagine the flour getting stucked on my body cause of sweat and in my hair. gosh, my bra had extra ingredient - flour today. how &lt;em&gt;fun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;p/s: i didn't realise it was friday the 13th today :X &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was late for tuition. so xinyi and i went to catch a cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;REMINDER:&lt;/u&gt; OWE XINYI $5 FOR CAB FARE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuition was fun today. cracked up some lame jokes with the guys and stuff. haha. oh yah, on xinyi's birthday i'm gonna make her into a cake by throwing &lt;strong&gt;eggs, butter, flour and sugar&lt;/strong&gt; at her. and then perhaps throwing her into the oven to bake. decorations are optional cause i doubt she'll taste good :X HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-1522195623799420308?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/1522195623799420308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=1522195623799420308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/1522195623799420308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/1522195623799420308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/02/floury-snowgirl.html' title='Floury the snowgirl...'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-3333444230875736153</id><published>2009-02-12T20:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:03:50.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>without you,</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jack&lt;/span&gt; received 13 missed calls from &lt;em&gt;moi&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; had to wake him up and it took almost forever. gahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half day of school for me me me. me and only me. i took early leave from school cause of my gastric so mom came to pick me up. the doc says i might have my gastric flu still. yah, that's freaking long. jeneva accompanied to look for my teachers but i ended up going straight to the general office to get the form then to look for my teacher. wanyin then accompanied me till we had to go up cause it was recess. so i went to grab my bag then went back down to wait for mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANK YOU JENEVA &amp;amp; WANYIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting 2 days worth of MC. well actually for today's half day and perhaps tomorrow if my gastric's still around. but but i just don't wanna go for camp. stupid camp. all i want is to celebrate valentines with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jack&lt;/span&gt; (oh please!) and not go for camp. the end. full-stop; period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-3333444230875736153?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/3333444230875736153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=3333444230875736153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/3333444230875736153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/3333444230875736153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/02/without-you.html' title='without you,'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-6783205471562033497</id><published>2009-02-12T00:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T00:50:36.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hot sex? NOT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;wednesday, 11 february&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the tenth circle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has not as much &lt;em&gt;hot sex&lt;/em&gt; as i wanted. i'm already at chapter 3 but still not enough &lt;em&gt;hot sex&lt;/em&gt;. dang it! haha, random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was as per-normal so i don't have to elaborate on it besides study programme for today was like cancelled. thank you velly much :D so i buzzed off to balam straight after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;buzz buzz buzz...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so like usual i waited for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jack&lt;/span&gt; at macpherson ite's bus-stop. yup, i looked like a mega goon in school uniform. luckily i planned in advance. i wore a white spagetti strap on the inside of my uniform and brought along my orange padini v-neck hoodie. so i changed out of my uniform into those and my black cotton on pants (the pair of pants&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; jack&lt;/span&gt; has something against - it being too short).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat under the block to slack. since&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; jack&lt;/span&gt; was like talking to his buds i decided to study. this is the frigging first time i willingly took out my work to do and make notes. well, for chemistry at least. its like way better than nothing. and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jack&lt;/span&gt; kept disturbing gabriel. haha. it was damn funny luh but &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dear&lt;/span&gt;, don't so mean le luh. aiyozxzx! he damn disiao today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jack&lt;/span&gt; was smelly today. fake! he went to his ahma house to bathe keyword - AGAIN. so i was left there together with um, idk their names except one which btw is his nickname. haha. anyways, sat there waiting luh. damn bored started playing solitaire on my iPod. then &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jack&lt;/span&gt; came back. FINALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at about 7.37pm mom called. then took bus 66 home at 8pm. had to change back in my uniform under the block. &lt;strong&gt;I DID NOT STRIP NAKED&lt;/strong&gt;. then&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; jack&lt;/span&gt; went home after sending me near home :) yah yah, idk why i'm blogging about this cause i find it rather lame. oh, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F.Y.I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;b&gt;17th February-20th February (Tuesday-Friday)&lt;/b&gt;, I'll be at my school's Sec 3 Camp. I might &lt;b&gt;not be contactable by mobile&lt;/b&gt;. Any old how, if neccesary you could just sms me and I might reply (if I get the chance).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p/s: i don't want to go for this god damn fugged up camp!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-6783205471562033497?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/6783205471562033497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=6783205471562033497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/6783205471562033497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/6783205471562033497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/02/hot-sex-not.html' title='hot sex? NOT!'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-3567680806857657963</id><published>2009-02-09T15:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:44:29.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;xinyi, i proved you wrong babe.&lt;/strong&gt; haha. my &lt;i&gt;period's&lt;/i&gt; being a real whore just like my mom. i didn't go to school because of it. my period's like frying my right ovary away by causing me a great deal of pain pain pain. gahh! freak you whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah, i forgot to mention i'm &lt;b&gt;back from perth since like last week&lt;/b&gt; and that i've &lt;b&gt;chopped off my hair to bangs&lt;/b&gt;. thankyou very much. i now look like an idiot, a mushroom head, a 中国娃娃 and once a again an idiot. i think this is my worse haircut ever. when i say &lt;strong&gt;worse&lt;/strong&gt; i kinda mean it real bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;valentine's day&lt;/u&gt; is like coming and my mom being a whore as always doesn't allow me to go out on that day. freak freak freak! i wanna spend my day with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jack&lt;/span&gt; at the movies. so since i oh so badly wanna go out on that day i decided to suck up to my mom cause i don't exactly have much of a choice. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;oh dear god, please be merciful on me and let me go out.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; oh please please please. i never get to spend v'day with my boyf. do you know how pathetic that is and how depressing it is?! geez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now to the real deal since i haven't been blogging for quite a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friday, 6th february&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first day in school since coming back from aussie. yeah, had to go through the teases from my new chopped hair. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yadah yadah for the whole day. i was being a real bytch the whole day. &lt;strong&gt;i've changed alot since idk when but all i know is that i became a real bytch after the aussie trip&lt;/strong&gt; o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;helped xinyi with her english homework while waiting for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jack&lt;/span&gt; to come. so chanqiang came to meet me first and then brought nicholas along to see &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jack&lt;/span&gt;. after that i went home got ready for tuition and then went to meet &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jack&lt;/span&gt; at eunos. he bluff me luh say no longer going out in the end trained down to pasir ris with ritchie cause he wanted to pierce his eyebrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have to make apologies and thanks now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANKYOU &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JACK&lt;/span&gt; AND CHANQIANG FOR SENDING ME HOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SORRY XINYI FOR PANGSEH-ING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SORRY &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JACK&lt;/span&gt; FOR BEING SO GUILAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah, later you'll know why i had to apologise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was supposedly to meet xinyi at about 3pm at school so that we could go down to pasir ris but i ended up being at home bathing getting ready to go down to eunos. mom didn't allow me to go for opc camp. &lt;strong&gt;i'm so sorry xinyi!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after going to eunos, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jack&lt;/span&gt;, ritchie and i trained to pasir ris then to balam. keep shouting at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jack&lt;/span&gt;. keep staring at him too. gahh! how and why did i change so much? where's the old me? i know i've changed but i just can't seem to know why. i have to start making a promise list that i must never ever in the whole entire break. i'm gonna print it and stick it on the wall in my room, put into my file and everywhere as a constant reminder. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dear, ily!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saturday, 7th february&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bytch period came. was suppose to go meet &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dear &lt;/span&gt;in the morning to go have breakfast but mom spoilt my plans by telling me i had to go 拜年.  had to cancel my plans with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jack&lt;/span&gt; D: hais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dear&lt;/span&gt;, 对不起!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;managed to collect $42 in total. then after visiting (oh so boring!!) dad sent me to rachall's house where i ran off to meet&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; jack&lt;/span&gt; at balam shortly after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i regretted wearing my kimono top to balam. whatever luh k. i know i look stupid with my haircut. i know my kimono looks like shyt whatever. laugh all you want. my day got spoilt. i know i was quiet the whole time at balam. yeah, something was troubling me i just didn't want to make a fuss out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat there and read "the tenth circle" by jodie picoult. then played dj max on jack's psp. at about 9pm he sent me back to rachall's house. &lt;strong&gt;thank you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dear&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then natalie came over later at night while i was playing bryant's nintendo ds. helped her copy her history punishment shyt then scared her &lt;b&gt;(NATALIE! BEHIND YOU RIGHT NOW GOT MOMOK!)&lt;/b&gt; and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sunday, 8th february&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up to call &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jack&lt;/span&gt;. then waited for him to come to rachall's house which he overslept luh. was suppose to come over at like 4.30am but he ended up sleeping. 宝贝's in the hospital cause she had fever then i think he went there and didn't get to sleep. geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;宝贝, 快点好起来!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know about it so i spammed &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jack&lt;/span&gt; till he woke up. i feel so bad. gahh. then he came went to esso near rachall's house at about 5.30am to meet me. had to blanjah natalie and rachall luh. GAHH! haha. but it was worth it. i got to see &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jack&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JACK&lt;/span&gt; LEH EXCUSE ME!!&lt;/strong&gt; so slacked around with him till 7.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rachall and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jack &lt;/span&gt;keep disturbing each other. it was damn hilarious ok. and like i was in the center of it. haha. &lt;strong&gt;i love them both so much&lt;/strong&gt;. idk what my life would be like without both of them. oh, rachall kept wanting me to&lt;em&gt; snog&lt;/em&gt;. haha. rest of the day was boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: i slept through the day wherever i went thanks to my bytch period frying my right ovary. had to take 4 freaking panadols before it got fried finish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p/ss: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I♥JACK&lt;/span&gt; no matter what. thankyou velly much!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Promise(s) list that can &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; be broken:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Not to skip/pon school&lt;br /&gt;2) Not to sleep/listen to my iPod in class no matter how boring&lt;br /&gt;3) Study hard&lt;br /&gt;4) Stop being rude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to be continued...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-3567680806857657963?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/3567680806857657963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=3567680806857657963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/3567680806857657963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/3567680806857657963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/02/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-6791726595093245062</id><published>2009-01-29T21:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T21:31:41.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eff.you.see.kay</title><content type='html'>freak you freak you freak you! you bloody whore! i wish i could freaking slap your whore-ish face. you suck so bad i could even imagine you being freaking &lt;strong&gt;hanged in the fremantle prison&lt;/strong&gt;. yah, that is how much i freaking hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what even if you gave me cash to shop?! so what even if you were my god damn mother? so what so what so what?! i would &lt;u&gt;rather starve and die then to share my freaking food with you&lt;/u&gt;. yah, in this oh so fugged up world, i'm the most &lt;strong&gt;unfilial daughter&lt;/strong&gt;. i'm the &lt;strong&gt;dumbiest, most foolish, spastic, stupid, follow dog&lt;/strong&gt;, whatever! you think you're all that perfect? &lt;strong&gt;eat my crap you dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go ahead and throw me at the airport. i would rather go back to singapore then stay here in perth with you. at least in singapore i can go spend my time with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jack&lt;/span&gt;. yah, because of you i don't get to see &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jack&lt;/span&gt; for 2 whole freaking weeks. thanks to you i might fail my CA1. thanks alot. &lt;em&gt;you're the best mother anyone could ever have.&lt;/em&gt; can't believe i freaking shed my tears for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i get back to singapore i don't give a damn even if you want to throw me into the girls' home. i don't give a damn if you freaking want to slap my face 360 degrees. go ahead, who's stopping you. i'll just runaway or something. i can't stand the sight of you. if i do, it just means i'm just sucking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, how i wish i could go back to singapore together with rachall. &lt;b&gt;i'm missing &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jack&lt;/span&gt; like hell!&lt;/b&gt; fugg. i wanna go back. i don't wanna stay here no more. gahh!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; jack jack jack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; let me fall so sick that i have to be sent home. that'll make my day even if it means no more shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;p/s: ily jack. gahh, i wanna go back now now now!! ROAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;AFTER PERTH:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-OPC Orientation Camp (5th-7th Feb)&lt;br /&gt;-Sec 3 Camp&lt;br /&gt;-CA1&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-6791726595093245062?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/6791726595093245062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=6791726595093245062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/6791726595093245062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/6791726595093245062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/01/effyouseekay.html' title='eff.you.see.kay'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-7007551684045104335</id><published>2009-01-26T21:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:20:34.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY CHINESE 牛 (NEW) YEAR! &amp; HAPPY AUSSIE DAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE 牛 (NEW) YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;HAPPY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AUSSIE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;ok, lets do it the aussie way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Aussie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oi!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aussie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oi!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aussie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oi!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aussie! Aussie! Aussie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oi! Oi! Oi!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;hot bods, hot dudes, hot babes, hot &lt;em&gt;nunganungas&lt;/em&gt;. what am i talking about? fiddlesticks! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the wildlife park in the morning. it's like their zoo kinda cool. WHAHAHA! kori &lt;u&gt;bust&lt;/u&gt;ard. ok, that came out randomly o.o pictures are to be posted when i get them from idk whoever it is luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got chocolates and grapes and and ohmygod, galvin's iTouch games are fun! &lt;b&gt;esp knots&lt;/b&gt;! i wanna play play play! :D came back to the hotel and slept like a god damn pig. woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back in the hotel again after watching FIREWORKS and staring at hotties :$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-7007551684045104335?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/7007551684045104335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=7007551684045104335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/7007551684045104335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/7007551684045104335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-chinese-new-year-happy-aussie-day.html' title='HAPPY CHINESE 牛 (NEW) YEAR! &amp; HAPPY AUSSIE DAY!'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-5582171519451391333</id><published>2009-01-25T23:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:45:52.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tok tok qiang :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;-blog post will be attached soon-&lt;/s&gt; &lt;em&gt;-thinking crystal jade-&lt;/em&gt; oh yeah, had crispy rice at crystal jade for dinner. haha. waited for rachall, natalie and kimkim to come. waited for god damn five minutes like a big goon! checked into the aeroplane thing-ama-jig and slacked around. &lt;b&gt;I CANNOT DRINK VITA-MILK FOR IT HURTS MY THROAT!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got really bored so jack accompanied me by smsing me. talked to him on the phone for awhile cause it wasn't very convenient to like talk with him (L)! then rachall and i went to the oh so cool toilet to &lt;b&gt;CAMWHORE&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;p/s: daryl camwhores too!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SXyLDoioTnI/AAAAAAAAAzY/KwDHsxgG0KQ/s1600-h/,(1390).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295260156419395186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SXyLDoioTnI/AAAAAAAAAzY/KwDHsxgG0KQ/s320/,(1390).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SXyLDTm8Q1I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/Jy-EJ3Go-HE/s1600-h/,(1389).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295260150800335698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SXyLDTm8Q1I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/Jy-EJ3Go-HE/s320/,(1389).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SXyLCwuPwRI/AAAAAAAAAzI/0IIMT6_A4gY/s1600-h/,(1388).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295260141435732242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SXyLCwuPwRI/AAAAAAAAAzI/0IIMT6_A4gY/s320/,(1388).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SXyLCw4hROI/AAAAAAAAAzA/Y62CaZmGzAI/s1600-h/,(1387)E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295260141478823138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SXyLCw4hROI/AAAAAAAAAzA/Y62CaZmGzAI/s320/,(1387)E.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SXyLCcj_GKI/AAAAAAAAAy4/2bktx9WB3vE/s1600-h/,(1386)E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295260136023988386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SXyLCcj_GKI/AAAAAAAAAy4/2bktx9WB3vE/s320/,(1386)E.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-arrives in perth-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;JOKE OF THE DAY (AT CUSTOMS):&lt;br /&gt;me: jie, what's yellow fever?&lt;br /&gt;jie: idk. some fever passed on my mosquitoes.&lt;br /&gt;me: huh? really meh? i thought was some fever you get that will turn you yellow lor.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;-hotel arrival-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave bags sleep for about 2hours and out. SHOP SHOP SHOP! i spent $0. thankyou very much. then back to the hotel and fought for hotel room. haha! and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;CAMWHORE!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SXyJh80M6BI/AAAAAAAAAyw/WhiPdz6vFC0/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090125_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295258478234626066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SXyJh80M6BI/AAAAAAAAAyw/WhiPdz6vFC0/s320/Snapshot_20090125_9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SXyJh-PD4wI/AAAAAAAAAyo/D3_YdQkd44w/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090125_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295258478615716610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SXyJh-PD4wI/AAAAAAAAAyo/D3_YdQkd44w/s320/Snapshot_20090125_8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SXyJh7-yarI/AAAAAAAAAyg/DTOICOwzK-E/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090125_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295258478010591922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SXyJh7-yarI/AAAAAAAAAyg/DTOICOwzK-E/s320/Snapshot_20090125_7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SXyJhsEjCEI/AAAAAAAAAyY/sD4_9Vj5Ido/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090125_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SXyJhtgaoMI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/gyLXBk9ix4g/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090125_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295258474125107394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SXyJhtgaoMI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/gyLXBk9ix4g/s320/Snapshot_20090125_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SXyItHTNNQI/AAAAAAAAAyI/yOeamDVQ4u4/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090125_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295257570515956994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SXyItHTNNQI/AAAAAAAAAyI/yOeamDVQ4u4/s320/Snapshot_20090125_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SXyItPYgVhI/AAAAAAAAAyA/9YKn-pNH-G0/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090125_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295257572685665810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SXyItPYgVhI/AAAAAAAAAyA/9YKn-pNH-G0/s320/Snapshot_20090125_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SXyIsyL4rOI/AAAAAAAAAx4/BolDtKEe_Ew/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090125_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295257564848106722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SXyIsyL4rOI/AAAAAAAAAx4/BolDtKEe_Ew/s320/Snapshot_20090125_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SXyIs80TQyI/AAAAAAAAAxw/HmTueqWC0m4/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090125_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295257567701975842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SXyIs80TQyI/AAAAAAAAAxw/HmTueqWC0m4/s320/Snapshot_20090125_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SXyHw6tyfYI/AAAAAAAAAxo/c67O_9ebMGU/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090125_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295256536345640322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SXyHw6tyfYI/AAAAAAAAAxo/c67O_9ebMGU/s320/Snapshot_20090125_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SXyHwXoXChI/AAAAAAAAAxg/n0SEe0azuEU/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295256526927628818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SXyHwXoXChI/AAAAAAAAAxg/n0SEe0azuEU/s320/Snapshot_20090125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left for dinner at Jade Restuarant. fun fun fun. saw fire crackers and stuff. COOLIO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;PERTH IS OH SO AWWEESOMEE!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: imy boo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-5582171519451391333?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/5582171519451391333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=5582171519451391333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/5582171519451391333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/5582171519451391333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/01/singapore-to-perth.html' title='Tok tok qiang :D'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SXyLDoioTnI/AAAAAAAAAzY/KwDHsxgG0KQ/s72-c/,(1390).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-1699188335062837083</id><published>2009-01-24T17:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T17:16:21.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIATUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ON HIATUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be away in &lt;u&gt;perth, australia&lt;/u&gt; from &lt;b&gt;24 Jan(Sat) to 5Feb(Thurs)&lt;/b&gt;. i am &lt;i&gt;only&lt;/i&gt; contactable through e-mail. so if you really seriously urgently need to get me then too bad cause my hp will be dead in australia. HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-1699188335062837083?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/1699188335062837083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=1699188335062837083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/1699188335062837083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/1699188335062837083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/01/hiatus.html' title='HIATUS'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-3188408259099076996</id><published>2009-01-24T13:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T13:46:20.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz from Terence</title><content type='html'>as my blog post title states luh, i'm doing a quiz from &lt;a href="http://rencey-rence.blogspot.com"&gt;terence's blog&lt;/a&gt;. so here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quiz Instructions:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your iTunes on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW OUTRAGEOUS IT SOUNDS!&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 10 friends who might enjoy doing the game as well as the person you got the note from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;One by Parachute Band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?&lt;br /&gt;Tonight by FM Static&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;Me, You and My Medication by Boys Like Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight Goodnight by Maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;Stay My Baby by Miranda Cosgrove (this is so true. i so wanna stay by jack!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Hero by Mariah Carey (right~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;我还是不懂 by 黄丽玲 (seriously i still have no idea o.o )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;Flipside by The Click 5 (waddahell!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;Seven Things by Miley Cyrus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;Burnin' Up by Jonas Brothers (haha. they're burnin' up cause they can't have me. FAKE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;Next Plane Home by Daniel Powter (yah! i'm leaving for aussie today. GAHH!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;All Fall Down by OneRepublic (no link in anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;I Still Believe-Hayden Panettiere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Crush by David Archuleta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;Little Wonders by Rob Thomas (i don't mind lor. the lyrics kinda match)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;Desert Song by Hillsong United&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;Hum Hallelujah by Fall Out Boy (your head luh. hum hallelujah you think i'm a nun uh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;Year 3000 by Jonas Brothers (haha! provided they can survive for THAT long)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;br /&gt;When You Look Me In The Eyes by Jonas Brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;br /&gt;Innocence by Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?&lt;br /&gt;Bye Bye by Mariah Carey (maybe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;br /&gt;Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls (this song is kinda sad lor!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;br /&gt;Hot 'n' Cold by Katy Perry (this song is funky luh! wahpiang ehzxzx!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;Watch Over You by Alter Bridge (i guess so?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;Senior Year Spring Musical by High School Musical 3 Cast (leaving my school and my friends to move on to a new school.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Bad Boy by Cascada (yup! haha, he's my bad boy xD )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;br /&gt;One More Night by Cascada (ok, kinda wrong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Unbound (The Wild Ride) by Avenged Sevenfold (going to aussie and not being able to meet jack)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;br /&gt;Hate That I Love You by Rihanna ft Ne-yo (damn no link lor!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;10+1 People to tag:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Amanda/Retard&lt;br /&gt;2) Carmen/Dearest&lt;br /&gt;3) Floris/Mei&lt;br /&gt;4) Grace (SPF)&lt;br /&gt;5) Jeneva/Daddy&lt;br /&gt;6) Natalie/Granddaughter&lt;br /&gt;7) Nicholas/Cookiesaur kor&lt;br /&gt;8) Nidia&lt;br /&gt;9) Rachall&lt;br /&gt;10) Shafique&lt;br /&gt;11) Xinyi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i know i have 11 people. bobian. HAHA! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-3188408259099076996?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/3188408259099076996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=3188408259099076996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/3188408259099076996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/3188408259099076996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/01/quiz-from-terence.html' title='Quiz from Terence'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-6039039529894785255</id><published>2009-01-23T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T23:45:43.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>s. u. c. k. t. a. r. d !</title><content type='html'>school s. u. c. k. e. d!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go school s. s teacher come back from some moe shyt thing today first lesson with her and then i get aimed by her. freaktard. put head on table got problem uh? headache can? tired can? your lesson boring can? stupid irritating. then i use book hit roseline head also your problem uh? she keep disturbing kim right. kannasai luh hor. i'm the naughtiest in the whole class luh. i only know how to sleep and hit people luh. yah luh yah luh. i also only how to argue back luh. happy? happy? thank god i don't have to see your freak face for two freak weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came straight home after school. intended to go chop my hair but had an argument with mom on the phone. freaktard. in the end i didn't get to cut my hair. stupid freakish shyt. waited for &lt;em&gt;serene&lt;/em&gt; yima come over my house before i could leave the house to eunos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trained down to eunos chanqiang and royston came to get me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;THANK YOU!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to get bubble tea then up to ricky's house to meet jack. stayed there till um, i forgot the person's name came to fetch us to amk. so squeezed into the car from eunos all the way to amk. then jack uh, wahpiang leg open macham bigbig. poor chanqiang and royston not much leg space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached amk i like one stupid retard sitting there alone. then finally get to sit with the rest. to be honest, i was abit like dulan today luh. nvm. then left to the basketball court let them play ball awhile then went back to the kopitiam. slacked slacked slacked. watch "the curious case of benjamin button" on my iPod then ate tao kae noi that jack bought. whahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate dinner then sat there even more. watch jack drink. hai, so T. E. M. P. T. I. N. G! nvm, i got to drink three mouthful. happy :D then slacked like an ass. so sian then i decided to do my hw. ohmygod, guai siol o.o then watch them drink again&lt;br /&gt;bottle after bottle after bottle then cabbed to eunos slack at new block awahile until they got un-drunk (if there even is such a word). then cabbed home from eunos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;BYEBYE DINO PILLOW D:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Wong! you don't bully my baobei pillow understand?! don't pillow nap it also hor. after two weeks must return to me me me! ROARRR! i miss my pillow D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: sorry to the taxi uncle (from amk to eunos) for their rowdiness and the mess.&lt;br /&gt;p/ss: i'm gonna miss you. you gotta take care of yourself you hear? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ily, jack!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-6039039529894785255?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/6039039529894785255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=6039039529894785255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/6039039529894785255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/6039039529894785255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/01/s-u-c-k-t-r-d.html' title='s. u. c. k. t. a. r. d !'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-2130822175528277423</id><published>2009-01-22T21:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T23:49:45.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S★T★A★R !</title><content type='html'>had the usual stuff today. had to sing the national anthem for two freaking times. uttery lame o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i threw my spongecake away cause it looked like crap! i swear i swear i swear. even roseline threw it away. no offence but ewww, it looks sick and seriously like a sponge! freak ewww! just look at it luh. glaze that looked like mucus. &lt;em&gt;-hair stands-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SXh3X-ANSQI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/sMQeZ2sLC1M/s1600-h/candid0599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294112615638583554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SXh3X-ANSQI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/sMQeZ2sLC1M/s320/candid0599.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then had study programme after school. waste of my time. didn't go for opc. i had a slight headache suddenly like what the freak! jack come down to look for me and accompanied me for lunch/dinner. slacked under the blocks near my house. started doodling in my book. &lt;s&gt;i'm only gonna let you see one.&lt;/s&gt; HAHA! &lt;strong&gt;spastic pig and poop drawings should seriously be ignored&lt;/strong&gt;. thankyou very much. STAR! ★★★ i'm in love with the star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SXh2P-UP9CI/AAAAAAAAAxI/77vCf6NOq30/s1600-h/img024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294111378772063266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SXh2P-UP9CI/AAAAAAAAAxI/77vCf6NOq30/s320/img024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SXiCe0VLBtI/AAAAAAAAAxY/t3Pmy1Yc2mw/s1600-h/img025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294124827929151186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SXiCe0VLBtI/AAAAAAAAAxY/t3Pmy1Yc2mw/s320/img025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his handwriting keeps reminding me of those lil kids luh. haha. nvm, handwriting ain't important. HAHA! once again i repeat, &lt;b&gt;IGNORE ALL PIG AND POOP DOODLES!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he then sent me home. can't bear letting him go lor. tomorrow will be the last time i get to see him this week. flying off to australia, perth on saturday. gahh! boy, i'm gonna miss you so. two weeks no contact, nothing. damn it! ily boo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-2130822175528277423?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/2130822175528277423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=2130822175528277423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/2130822175528277423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/2130822175528277423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/01/star.html' title='S★T★A★R !'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SXh3X-ANSQI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/sMQeZ2sLC1M/s72-c/candid0599.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-6608636085167067909</id><published>2009-01-21T00:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T23:11:38.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; JACK !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 December 2008; 4.02am&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't believe it has been one month. ily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had opc meeting after school. jack came down to my school to meet me then we bused to my house where we slacked at block 93(?)'s void deck. stupid keep disturbing me. slacked till about 7.30pm then he walked me to my house. haha. he's kewt i can't deny that. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ILY JACK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-6608636085167067909?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/6608636085167067909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=6608636085167067909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/6608636085167067909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/6608636085167067909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/01/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-483120577248184715</id><published>2009-01-19T22:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:47:58.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S. M. A. R. T!</title><content type='html'>i feel s. m. a. r. t! why? simple, just look at my geography homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SXWc9OvEQOI/AAAAAAAAAwk/vBE0hKsbEIo/s1600-h/Geography.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293309512785346786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SXWc9OvEQOI/AAAAAAAAAwk/vBE0hKsbEIo/s320/Geography.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woo! i love sexy marks. they make me feel smart and i have no idea why i'm boasting about. stop being retarded amelia o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, lessons were as usual until it came to the really spazmic assembly. cny celebrations were like done by only the guzheng club and military band (&lt;s&gt;suckers&lt;/s&gt;). i am 100% against them. ok kinda cause i hate their freaking "oh, i'm so great" attitude. wasted my freaking time in the hall. noob shyt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opc was fun. the juniors were alright except for some. not gonna name them. that's gonna be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: this post is so R. A. N. D. O. M!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-483120577248184715?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/483120577248184715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=483120577248184715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/483120577248184715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/483120577248184715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-feel-s.html' title='S. M. A. R. T!'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SXWc9OvEQOI/AAAAAAAAAwk/vBE0hKsbEIo/s72-c/Geography.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-6042248137490312399</id><published>2009-01-18T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T00:06:25.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy sleepy</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SORRY RACHALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i totally stood her up for church luh. i was so lazy to get out of bed and to answer her call. HAHA! i'm so sorry babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freaking parents were trying to cause the roof to collapse by arguing and scolding us for the messy rooms and stuff. i felt liek slapping their freaking faces and tell them to get over it. so irritating luh! like look, its my god damn room why in the world would you want to give a freaking damn about it. it doesn't even obstract your way cause the mess is contained in my oh so sexaye &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; room. whatever luh. irritaing people. &lt;em&gt;-slaps self-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out for lunch and then went over to rachall's house to discuss about my upcoming trip to perth, australia. haha! two weeks no school for me but gahh, jack! baby boo, i'm gonna miss you like mad. it's like a couple of days don't meet or talk to you i'm like going gahh! imagine two whole freaking weeks! i can't stand this. how i wish i could stay behind and ton with you or something. anyways, watched "it's a boy girl thing" on rachall's laptop then we decided to go to 7/11 to buy snacks. yummy yummy then went to fairprice and then to some coffee shop to buy prawn vadai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went to bedok central then home. and went ot collect my freaking samsung which cost me $100 to repair. freak freak freak! no new phone for me. freak freak freak! nevermind, i can wait. samsung must boom faster then i can get new phone :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JOKE OF THE DAY: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;me: mommy, i realised alot of my teachers stay in condominiums.&lt;br /&gt;mommy: then makesure when you get married you also stay in one lor. by then it will be in a norm. but just make sure you have money to buy the condom.&lt;br /&gt;me: what condom?!&lt;br /&gt;mommy: i mean condominium.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-6042248137490312399?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/6042248137490312399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=6042248137490312399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/6042248137490312399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/6042248137490312399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/01/sleepy-sleepy.html' title='Sleepy sleepy'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-3706781338217405662</id><published>2009-01-17T14:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T15:32:12.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoiler</title><content type='html'>i'm freaking stuck at home when i'm suppose to be out with like rachall. my freaking mother like always had to spoil my plans. i hate her so much i could just slap her. ohmygod!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;SORRY RACHALL, JACK AND RACHALL'S FRIEND!&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to cancel my plans with them and gahh! i'm stuck at home! freak you freak you freak you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my blogging juices keep running dry and i realise i'm getting real lazy to blog. haha. hence my blog keeps dying for a couple or days before being resurrected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: tag more! my tagboard is dying too. its running dry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roseline/jie came over to my house yesterday to play with boyboy. see got spooked out cause she forgot i had a dog in my house. how smart of her huh. so i went to bathe and she borrowed my mario tee to wear cause she didn't want to wear our school uniform down to eunos. just before i wanted to leave the house my mom came home. fabulous. so had to come up with some majorly lame excuse to get out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trained down to eunos and waited for jack. then went to ricky's block to wait for ricky. roseline left cause jack didn't want to tell her the channel u 10pm show thingy luh. kinda lame. then went up to ricky's house and waited for zac who took forever. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got kinda fed up in the end jack wore my slippers so that i won't runaway and he went to look for zac. which in turn i had to wear his megaly big slippers down to meet him and zac. evil meanie! then bused to balam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slacked at balam then cabbed to geylang to meet zac's aunt for dinner. ohmygod, let's all have a jolly merry new year and eat laksa! shared with jack whatever. then went to look for zac's aunt and um, bused back to balam. as you can see my transport rate very high. oh, i skipped tuition thankyou very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Center&gt;AMELIA TAY! WHY SO NAUGHTY SKIP TUITION?!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slacked there with um, xiaobee. amazingly intimidating loooking people aren't all that scary. they're kinda friendly:D then bused back to eunos so that zac could go home. then ricky and jack send me to tanah merah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Center&gt;THANK YOU THANK YOU!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;SORRY XINYI!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-3706781338217405662?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/3706781338217405662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=3706781338217405662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/3706781338217405662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/3706781338217405662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/01/spoiler.html' title='Spoiler'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-8920221138412391940</id><published>2009-01-12T21:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:21:35.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's begin...</title><content type='html'>ohmygod, sunday was freaking funny i swear. okay let's begin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on staurday i bunked at rachall's house right so we went to church and out to velocity with my parents and sister. went to buy mahavira's birthday presents then to the optician to get my contacts and to make specs for my sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rachall and i got bored so we ventured to velocity and decided to buy donuts from donut factory. sat at this cool bench thingy and there was like this lil boy name sherman if i'm not wrong. he was about 4 or 5 years old and he told us his lovely stories. so cute! then he stalked me to the toilet. what the hell, stalker! fake. then he went running all over the place and then he made us follow him to the toilet. he didn't wash his hands cause he was liek scared the water to shoot out in his face. rachall helped him wash his hands while i went to pee pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yah, we asked him where was his mommy and he &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;pointed to rachall and said "there my mommy"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, he referred rachall tay as mommy. no there isn't any problem with your eyes. i burst out laughing and called jack to tell him. he giggled. haha. so after god knows how long an announcement about a lost boy. rachall and i rushed him to the customer service after loads of thinking on to bring or not to bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then later on went to meet with my mom and co. told her the story and continued walking. yeah, i make my days sound boring cause i'm a boring person :) thankyou very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-8920221138412391940?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/8920221138412391940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=8920221138412391940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/8920221138412391940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/8920221138412391940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/01/lets-begin.html' title='Let&apos;s begin...'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-3114017419195345638</id><published>2009-01-12T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T00:41:53.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING: LONG POST</title><content type='html'>my week has been hectic like seriously. i didn't even get the time to go down to eunos. geez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, on monday i didn't really do much for opc cause i wasn't exactly feeling too good cause of my gastric flu that is so irritating! it comes and goes like a brat. thanks alot gastric. but i still managed to help tie up the tripods and all. my hand blistered after tying the tripods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday i didn't go for training i went to have lunch with amanda/retard, evonne and xinyi/幸福 at kfc near school. then i rest and slacked for awhile then i went for tuition. and guess what when i went to white sands i needed to like pee so my frekaing darn irritaing &lt;S&gt;bitch&lt;/s&gt; head period came. so annoying. so i went to ntuc to buy like $2.25 sanitary pads and a bottle of mangosteen with pomegranate juice. it was darn sweet. so i went to the toilet to do girls stuff. you get what i mean. i'm random thankyou very much. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geez, wednesday. i stayed back in school with opc till about like 8pm if i remembered correctly. but jack came down to school to meet chanqiang/bibi and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;THANK YOU VERY MUCH!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slacked around and walked till i had to go into school to help with the cca orietation preps. guess what, my feelings got cheated. it was suppose to officially start at 3.30pm but then started at 3.15pm and i thought i was late. so i had to like say byebye to jack and bibi. i ran into school and i wasn't considered late. GAHH! cheat my feelings luh dey. not funny you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh look, the week's coming to an end! i reached home at 10pm. opc ended late like exceptionally late. i was so scared of going home on my own cause of bangalas near my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Center&gt;I AM NOT RACIST!&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so whatever. went to have dinner near school with amanda/retard, evonne, gilbert and huaiwei. me oh my, it was sure dark that night. spooked the hell out of me walking alone with jack scaring me on the phone. sadly it didn't work. nehninehnipupu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day of cca orientation. it was quite slack honestly speaking. somehow not many people signed up for opc. the sec 1s like totally got brain washed before going around looking at the ccas. band sucks like shyt! they think they're all that but hey look you don't even have a niche programme so stop being so big headed. oh whatever. though trainings in opc is tough and dramas happened in it but look, to be in it for this long takes great strength and all. it isn't easy surviving in a cca like mine. so yeah, i'm proud of my cca despite how some people may have already condemned it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiuquan gave us ice-cream that tp students made (in a way). mr teo gave us quakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;THANK YOU MR TEO AND XIUQUAN!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i did pumpings and i rushed off for tuition. chiong uh! was late and i was starving and tired and falling asleep. so xinyi/幸福 and i went to downtown east after tuition to eat subway. shiok bodoh. and we bused home together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: we saw some guy who looks like junjie :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here comes saturday :) went down to eunos at 1pm i think. then went to ricky's house to slack with jack, bibi and zac. damn boring i tell you. i was falling asleep luh. ok no offence to anyone. then i took chanqiang's psp to play dj max. played for awhile and passed it over to chanqiang to play. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then zac left and we had to wait for him again. so we left for the basketball court at about 5.30pm to look for jianbing and co. it was the most spastic day ever! so slacked around with them until rachall called me. so jack, bibi and zac walked to eunos mrt with me to meet her. had dinner and then went to new block to slack. ricky joined us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jack, bibi and zac walked rachall and i to her house. i stayed over at her house. so cool. HAHA! and zac got chased by me. WHAHAH! he started coughing and said that i didn't take my medicine. he siao one lor. HAHA! i'm bored. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall blog about sunday later in the day. like later later in the day. thankyou very much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-3114017419195345638?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/3114017419195345638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=3114017419195345638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/3114017419195345638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/3114017419195345638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/01/warning-long-post.html' title='WARNING: LONG POST'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-3027890634430492925</id><published>2009-01-03T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T22:38:26.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>大家好. 我很好. 你好吗?</title><content type='html'>yeah, faith factor has moved to sunday. dang! such a spoiler. GAHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so made plans the night before to go watch movie with jack at e!hub. so jack, zac and his girl came along. this part is specially for them manzxzx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;大家好. 我很好. 你好吗?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woo! so watch bedtime stories. it was fun-neh i tell you. after the movie bused to eunos. then the rest is history for zac's girl and i sat at the shelter watching them play basketball and playing sudoku. haha. she used zac's phone, i used jack's :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUDOKU IS FUN FUN FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: i find myself to be getting more and more of a boring person with no story to tell. i suck o.o&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-3027890634430492925?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/3027890634430492925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=3027890634430492925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/3027890634430492925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/3027890634430492925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='大家好. 我很好. 你好吗?'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-4262592458165363885</id><published>2009-01-02T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T22:19:32.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boringgg</title><content type='html'>not gonna blog about school cause it's simply boring and besides the first day of school nothing to do. so i shan't blog about it besides my teacher being R. A. N. D. O. M!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways after school, waited for evonne to get her stuff from the bookshop with amanda. yah and then i mia-ed. HAHA! i ran to chanqiang/bibi and then i'm gone from amanda and evonne. HAHA! paiseh uh, i didn't mean to pangseh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met jack, zac and ricky at the bus-stop together with bibi. slacked awhile waited for them to decide what to do and stuff then bused to tmall. went to look for um, ricky's girl then they sent me home. thank you thank you! the rest damn boring luh. aiya do want to blog liao luh. damn sian o.o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-4262592458165363885?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/4262592458165363885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=4262592458165363885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/4262592458165363885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/4262592458165363885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/01/boringgg.html' title='boringgg'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-5712059036270560842</id><published>2009-01-01T06:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T07:09:40.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009, 你好!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;你好吗? 大家好. 我很好 好 好!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woo! i'm so high at 7am. idk why but for two days in a row i woke up at 6.30am without my alarm even ringing. GAHH! body uh body, why you want me go school uh? gastric flu longer abit won't kill de.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我不要上学!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROARRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EVERY EVERYBODYYY! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Tri La Li La La Baba. Tri La Li La La Nyonya...-&lt;/em&gt; woo! high on 小娘惹 manzxzx. shan't let that &lt;i&gt;awe&lt;/i&gt; person ruin my new year for me. whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for watch night service with rachall. i wore my high tops and she wore her topshop &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;fairy dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as she calls it. HAHA! camwhore camwhore with unglamness. GAHHH! got before and after picture ok! i feel GAYYY! such a faggg. geez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;BEFORE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SVv6lGeKNBI/AAAAAAAAAwU/kI1lr0rz1NI/s1600-h/candid0592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286094102948623378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SVv6lGeKNBI/AAAAAAAAAwU/kI1lr0rz1NI/s320/candid0592.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SVv65mh44TI/AAAAAAAAAwc/z9lz-zh3xhc/s1600-h/candid0594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286094455151583538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SVv65mh44TI/AAAAAAAAAwc/z9lz-zh3xhc/s320/candid0594.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUMMY LOOK! WE SWITCHEDDD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-5712059036270560842?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/5712059036270560842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=5712059036270560842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/5712059036270560842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/5712059036270560842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009, 你好!'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SVv6lGeKNBI/AAAAAAAAAwU/kI1lr0rz1NI/s72-c/candid0592.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-2886643312728594584</id><published>2008-12-31T12:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T13:23:07.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was suppose to go eunos yesterday but i started vomitting at 4.30am. gahh! stupid spoiler. cannot meet jack D: went to see the doctor and i caught stupid gastric flu. SPOIL MY DAY! couldn't go anywhere!! GAHHH! i hate you i hate you i hate you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-2886643312728594584?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/2886643312728594584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=2886643312728594584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/2886643312728594584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/2886643312728594584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2008/12/was-suppose-to-go-eunos-yesterday-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-6847953341218026484</id><published>2008-12-29T14:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T23:31:32.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HO! HO! HO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I'M BACK!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my handphone screen loves britney spear's album, blackout cause it keeps blacking out on me! so irritating. i can neither slide up nor down for it will give me a white screen blackout and the colour comes back. my handphone is a gay bastard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow go down to eunos! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-6847953341218026484?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/6847953341218026484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=6847953341218026484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/6847953341218026484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/6847953341218026484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2008/12/ho-ho-ho.html' title='HO! HO! HO!'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27923017.post-2542051379048462576</id><published>2008-12-23T01:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T01:22:17.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ON HIATUS: in malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SU_Mi3ToCzI/AAAAAAAAAu8/i1zzPs_G_FU/s1600-h/hiatus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282665787262765874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 363px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SU_Mi3ToCzI/AAAAAAAAAu8/i1zzPs_G_FU/s400/hiatus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SU_MWxePAkI/AAAAAAAAAu0/4JFr3iq7fLA/s1600-h/hiatus.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27923017-2542051379048462576?l=good-byeapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/2542051379048462576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27923017&amp;postID=2542051379048462576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/2542051379048462576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27923017/posts/default/2542051379048462576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://good-byeapathy.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-hiatus-in-malaysia.html' title='ON HIATUS: in malaysia'/><author><name>Amelia T.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/TIvWlUj0eEI/AAAAAAAAA6E/7xmokOShZIA/S220/mindfucked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CL8eg35-Mxc/SU_Mi3ToCzI/AAAAAAAAAu8/i1zzPs_G_FU/s72-c/hiatus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
