<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:25:47.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crack in my crown;</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>624</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-7483207263286378867</id><published>2008-05-03T22:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T22:10:34.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:280%;"&gt;I am now posting at:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:250%;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://makethislove.livejournal.com/"&gt;makethislove.livejournal.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-7483207263286378867?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/7483207263286378867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/7483207263286378867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-now-posting-at-makethislove.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-1544607598534676021</id><published>2008-04-21T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T23:34:05.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I remember brown eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;So sad and blue skies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Turned to darkness and night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I'm so sick of the fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I won't breathe unless you breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Won't bleed unless you bleed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/SAyxylAK_7I/AAAAAAAAA94/h42E8DmCTX4/s1600-h/LookAway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/SAyxylAK_7I/AAAAAAAAA94/h42E8DmCTX4/s320/LookAway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191719952935747506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Today I learnt what failure is -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is ignorant ambition and ambitious ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Wipe those tears away, Wonderwoman."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been some time since I last heard those words, and I never thought I'd ever hear them again. Thank You, for everything &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But things are so screwed up when you turn around and realize that you've made a mistake, only to find that it's irreversible. Since when will time ever come to a standstill? It's now... But not anymore.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel everything, when everything feels wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;And all I have, is all of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;And it's all that I can give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Our disappointed hearts will heal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-1544607598534676021?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/1544607598534676021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/1544607598534676021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-remember-brown-eyes-so-sad-and-blue.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/SAyxylAK_7I/AAAAAAAAA94/h42E8DmCTX4/s72-c/LookAway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-8716953511569282006</id><published>2008-04-18T22:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T22:31:30.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;So suck your so called pity down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Hey, that's not so bad, is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;So take your cold, cold heart and drown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;And don't forget to take deep breaths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:260%;" &gt;Season starts tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; I've found it's not about how good you are; it's about how bad you want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(God, help the SAINTS.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-2;&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz we're &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;second to none&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-8716953511569282006?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/8716953511569282006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/8716953511569282006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-suck-your-so-called-pity-down-hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-3639982381606353188</id><published>2008-04-17T23:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T23:51:30.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Here's the day you hoped would never come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Don't feed me violence, just run with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Through rows of speeding cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;The paper cuts, the cheating lovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;The coffee's never strong enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I know you think it's more than just bad luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I've been eating so much fish 'cuz of my illness - okay it's not that serious; it's just a viral attack! - and it's driving me nuts. I think I'll start growing 2 fins and tons of scales soon. Or, maybe blubber since I find myself putting on weight from the lack of training. 3 trainings less and I feel unfit down to my veins ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of training, I finally attended one today. My first this week, and it's the last official training before Season starts. However, I didn't exactly train on the field. Mar's ill too so we both just sat, watched, waited.. D: Pretty miserable, I must say. I miss my boots, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team Talk was good. I like Coach, especially when he's inspirational :D Saturday's going to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our day&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hwachong, here we come!&lt;/span&gt; (And anyway F said he'll be pretty disappointed if we don't thrash them and who wants to disappoint him?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When training ended we pretended to have this "Drinking Up" Session whereby we all stood together in a circle with our bottles uncapped and did the usual "yum seng" thing. This time, though, it ended with a splash - and literally! 'Cuz everyone emptied their bottles onto Wati, HAHAHA. Some birthday surprise indeed :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;HAPPY (early) 17th, WATI!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candyman and I are having some wonderful conversation on MSN. Terribly, terribly amusing :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;guoxiang. says:&lt;br /&gt;aye cheer up some stupid virus cant keep hot stuffs down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥"Hello, I need you." says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA OHMYGOSHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥"Hello, I need you." says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW ABOUT "HOT STUFF" AS WELL?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guoxiang. says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(HAHA, ohmygosh &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shao Rou look what you did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;! Awesome shit now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;guoxiang. says:&lt;br /&gt;go drink water now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥"Hello, I need you." says:&lt;br /&gt;Oh right okay wait ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guoxiang. says:&lt;br /&gt;woah so ting hua, awesome~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥"Hello, I need you." says:&lt;br /&gt;Mhm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥"Hello, I need you." says:&lt;br /&gt;Just don't have any evil thoughts that will make you want to start treating me like a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guoxiang. says:&lt;br /&gt;noooooooooooo never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guoxiang. says:&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway i think people should never be associated with dogs its almost too basket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥"Hello, I need you." says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥"Hello, I need you." says:&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygosh, you made me literally laugh out loud and now my Dad and my brother think I'm crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥"Hello, I need you." says:&lt;br /&gt;guoxiang. says:&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway i think people should never be associated with dogs its almost too basket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guoxiang. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥"Hello, I need you." says:&lt;br /&gt;This sentence is way funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥"Hello, I need you." says:&lt;br /&gt;WAAAYYYYYYY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday nights make me cranky, and they leave me hung up on Friday mornings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-1;&lt;br /&gt;Right now you're all that I recognize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-3639982381606353188?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/3639982381606353188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/3639982381606353188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/04/heres-day-you-hoped-would-never-come.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-2290479281835504976</id><published>2008-04-16T19:48:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T20:45:17.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Don't be so amazing or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I'll miss you too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I felt something that I had never touched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Consider yourself lucky if you think of this as home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;You can move mountains with your misery if you don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO THINK SKIPPING SCHOOL ALL THE TIME IS FUN: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's so not ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been to school on Monday, went for half a day on Tuesday (thereby missing my Econs test) and today I wasn't present either. This sUxXx ballzzzzXZzxz ): I sure miss A02 a whole lot and not forgetting Soccer. There's too much I'm missing out on in school that the thought is just enough to kill.&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SometimesIdon'tgetwhyI'mputthroughallthismiserybutthenagainIshouldstopquestioningGodandshutup):&lt;/s&gt;. Am sure there's a Higher Order I've yet to learn to appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throwing that aside, I swear Blogger codes are 100000000 times friendlier than LJ codes omgwtfbbqzz! Okay, it's official: I just spent 3 hours ++ on random words, letters, symbols &amp;amp; numbers - javascript, HAHA - I totally should've never laid my eyes on, nor even bothered to process with the precious cells in my brain.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Dang, I'd be better off studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season's coming up and it's really freaking me out. The fact that I'm ill ain't doing it any justice either anyway. Oh, something I thought's worth mentioning (thanks to Andrew who pointed it out): In today's Straits Times HOME Section under Sports there's an article about Girls' Soccer and how it's gaining popularity in schools. So much so that the MOE is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; going to regard it as an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;official CCA&lt;/span&gt;. What joy - at least the Government realizes there's a whole bunch of us females that's just raging with passion about a sport called &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Soccer&lt;/span&gt;. And, am sure our ardor the past few years hasn't gone to waste. Thankfully enough :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what shit, they only mentioned Veejay. Where the hell is "SAJC"? They may've bagged a 14-0 today but that ain't going to bring us down, by any chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update on the Championships: We're in the same Group as HCI, RJC, NYJC and SRJC. (No prizes for guessing who's in the other Group, then.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeh, I'm feeling really crappy about everything. Life in general feels like a pain and I think I'm quite disillusioned about some people around me. I'll get over it though, I'm stronger than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;0;&lt;br /&gt;I may have failed&lt;br /&gt;but I have loved you from the start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-2290479281835504976?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/2290479281835504976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/2290479281835504976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/04/dont-be-so-amazing-or-ill-miss-you-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-9120217075675819838</id><published>2008-04-14T21:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T16:20:56.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Lately I've found out that I'm a secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Call me stupid, call me what you want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I still can't feel perfect inside your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I don't know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;It makes me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been working on a mega-long post since 4.30pm this afternoon. But I'd abandoned it halfway 'cuz Blogger decided to screw up (oh how timely) and didn't allow me to upload photos ): Besides, work ain't going to spare you even you're ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tonight I realized how encouraging Johnny can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥You're my Comicbook Superhero. says:&lt;br /&gt;Jiayou Johnny. And don't fail the test tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;† junyanG ; 'You are, my fire. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha jiayou too hotstuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;† junyanG ; 'You are, my fire. says:&lt;br /&gt;hot things score hot marks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥You're my Comicbook Superhero. says:&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mhm, that's me alright! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ECONS FTW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2;&lt;br /&gt;You have me waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-9120217075675819838?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/9120217075675819838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/9120217075675819838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/04/lately-ive-found-out-that-im-secret.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-8531680315426913416</id><published>2008-04-06T23:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T23:46:31.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I'll wait until tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Maybe you'll feel better then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Maybe we'll be better then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;So what's another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;When I can't bear these nights of thoughts of going on without you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;This mood of yours is temporary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;It seems worth the wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;To see you smile again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrible night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:280%;" &gt;&amp;amp; I'm sorry, I'm sorry...&lt;/span&gt; I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I am strong, I'll hold 'em off. And should my eyes decide to let 'em flow I'd rather have them dug out, more than anything else. What agony, to have to bear the sight of your sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes on the prize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-8531680315426913416?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/8531680315426913416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/8531680315426913416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/04/ill-wait-until-tomorrow-maybe-youll.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-8680118326769109411</id><published>2008-03-30T19:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T22:19:32.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Maybe when I'm done with thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Maybe you can think me whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Maybe when I'm done with endings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;This can begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R_TijTW0BJI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/942Y83Tj7Pw/s1600-h/P1050468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R_TijTW0BJI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/942Y83Tj7Pw/s320/P1050468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185018167129539730" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A sight to behold,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;amp; as I sat and watched the sky turn from yellow to gold to orange, to crimson red to purple then grey... I swore then and there, I'd kill myself should I ever dare do that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time to move on was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time. Time to rise above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;17;&lt;br /&gt;Keep a hold on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-8680118326769109411?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/8680118326769109411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/8680118326769109411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/03/maybe-when-im-done-with-thinking-maybe.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R_TijTW0BJI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/942Y83Tj7Pw/s72-c/P1050468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-6630234089971450884</id><published>2008-03-28T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T22:32:40.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Would it be all right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;If we just sat and talked for a little while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;If in exchange for your time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I give you this smile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, some time this week to sit down and update proper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Morning Assembly we had a special programme that involved all the Team SAJC sportsmen. We took the pledge and everything. The Captains stood in front of everyone, whilst the rest of us formed a sort of "contingent" right in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R-zxmzW0A8I/AAAAAAAAA7w/pnAPZahhY2g/s1600-h/P1050450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R-zxmzW0A8I/AAAAAAAAA7w/pnAPZahhY2g/s320/P1050450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182782920119813058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cool, huh? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R-zzXTW0A-I/AAAAAAAAA8A/cjOs3-N3drA/s1600-h/P1050449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R-zzXTW0A-I/AAAAAAAAA8A/cjOs3-N3drA/s320/P1050449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182784852855096290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See Maria &amp;amp; Cel?&lt;br /&gt;They'd specifically instructed us &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; to make them laugh but wtc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Click for enlarged view)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main purposes were to kick start the Competition Season, as well as to encourage all the Team SAJC people. Ugh, that only reminded me of how near Season really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Afterwhich, I honestly cannot remember what in the world took place that day for lessons but I found photos in my camera that reminded me of the camwhoring before GP Tutorial!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R-zyYzW0A9I/AAAAAAAAA74/7kwU0kw__Pk/s1600-h/P1050451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R-zyYzW0A9I/AAAAAAAAA74/7kwU0kw__Pk/s320/P1050451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182783779113272274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CANDID: Benhui's sleeping, Xiayu's reading her manga and Eve's tying her hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R-z2HzW0BAI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/i9DW4Qi0Q5M/s1600-h/P1050455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R-z2HzW0BAI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/i9DW4Qi0Q5M/s320/P1050455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182787885102007298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've no idea why I'm smiling like that! Maybe just trying to show off my teeth :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA okay so stupid. After school, Shi Qi and I headed down to Jurong Junior College to catch the Guys' Soccer Team match. It was SAJC vs. YJC! The journey there didn't seem that long, after all. Guess it was 'cuz we were talking most of the time :D Nevertheless, when we reached it was past First Half and we'd missed 2 goals! ): I tried desperately the whole game to look out for Andrew Fu and I didn't even take note of the substitution until all of a sudden I saw his jersey number out of nowhere! FREAKY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And amazingly, my camera could capture pretty clearly the players on the field. Andrew's in every one of 'em photos, hah. Click to enlarge any of 'em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R-z3PjW0BBI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/p3X3vOeWseM/s1600-h/P1050456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R-z3PjW0BBI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/p3X3vOeWseM/s320/P1050456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182789117757621266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See all the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; SAJC supporters&lt;/span&gt; in the foreground? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R-z5dzW0BCI/AAAAAAAAA8g/EjjSUcEXg6o/s1600-h/P1050457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R-z5dzW0BCI/AAAAAAAAA8g/EjjSUcEXg6o/s320/P1050457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182791561594012706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think I see Kev in this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R-z6tzW0BDI/AAAAAAAAA8o/JAkgAnFm0Wg/s1600-h/P1050458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R-z6tzW0BDI/AAAAAAAAA8o/JAkgAnFm0Wg/s320/P1050458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182792935983547442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andrew Fu &amp;amp; Kevin are in this one, as well as Andrew Ng who's making a save :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R-z_CzW0BII/AAAAAAAAA9Q/-Cd7VLUtXOo/s1600-h/P1050459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R-z_CzW0BII/AAAAAAAAA9Q/-Cd7VLUtXOo/s320/P1050459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182797694807311490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andrew, mwahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home with Andrew Fu and we'd a good time chatting! Prolly the first time I've said so much to Andrew, hahaha. And, later on he got a bit carried away with the "Next Big Thing" thing! Tsk, tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't recall much, honestly. But I know that PE was damn &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hiong&lt;/span&gt;! We ran 4 rounds for warm up - and it wasn't the slow aunty jog, mind you - then played Captain's Ball. It was through the Captain's Ball that we uncovered so many hidden talents. Like, Kai Leng's meng skills at defending and BenBen's ability to actually jump (?!), HAHAHA. Awesome stuff, it was :D And Mr Daryl (or Darren?) Ong played with us, even though Johnny commented that he's "so noob at everything else other than Rugby"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For training, we'd a Friendly with Overseas Family School (OFS). The players on that Team are really big and strong D: Especially this giant, ohmygoodnessme. Cel had such a hard time marking her 'cuz she was like, more than a head taller!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we were trailing 2-0 after First Half, we made an amazing comeback to win the game 4-3. Thanks to the effort put in by the players :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess the funniest thing was their swearing, haha. And they even swore at the Ref, so much so that one of the girls got a Yellow Card! It was like, "FFFFF" everywhere O: Also, the way Narmadha imitated them was damn hilarious HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday (Yesterday)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was a helluva day, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing in the morning after Flag-raising, we went into the Geog Room for Civics and found a present there for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R-z7XjW0BEI/AAAAAAAAA8w/8JpWGqV0_To/s1600-h/P1050460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R-z7XjW0BEI/AAAAAAAAA8w/8JpWGqV0_To/s320/P1050460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182793653243085890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A DUSTBIN IN THE CENTRE OF THE CLASS, HAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygosh, stinky ttm ): At the end, Mr Lian tasked Arica with having to bring the dustbin out. But Benedict the pok was kind enough to help, despite the stench! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R-z8IDW0BFI/AAAAAAAAA84/alQZ0MAuRJw/s1600-h/P1050461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R-z8IDW0BFI/AAAAAAAAA84/alQZ0MAuRJw/s320/P1050461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182794486466741330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHA, check out the expression on his face, yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then during Math &amp;amp; Econs Lecture we got so super bored, Tracy and Shi Qi started playing with gummy bears! They threw this green gummy bear all over the place it was too disgusting to be consumed thereafter. Hence, Tracy took the liberty to vandalize it.. Thereby changing it into a work of art :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R-z9TDW0BGI/AAAAAAAAA9A/1SKmOQZ18wQ/s1600-h/P1050463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R-z9TDW0BGI/AAAAAAAAA9A/1SKmOQZ18wQ/s320/P1050463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182795774956930146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Voila! It's even got a crown, awh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon before training, there was a Rugby match (SAS vs. PSS) at our field. We watched the match and I swear, I really don't get the game of Rugby. What's so fun having tons of people &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;taupok&lt;/span&gt;-ing you all at once, over and over? Tsk. But that aside, the Rugby Team still is cool. And the tradition of old is awesome :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R-z-HzW0BHI/AAAAAAAAA9I/QKFOgnV_tgE/s1600-h/P1050465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R-z-HzW0BHI/AAAAAAAAA9I/QKFOgnV_tgE/s320/P1050465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182796681195029618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GO SAINTS!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Then the rest of the stuff that happened from post-training to this morning at 0200h++ need not be mentioned. Why, and whatever for, anyway?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am tired and zombie-like. 3 hours of sleep just ain't enough for me 'cuz I've been putting up with it for long enough. Mega-crazy ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendly tomorrow with NTU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;19;&lt;br /&gt;Fighting for my sanity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-6630234089971450884?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/6630234089971450884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/6630234089971450884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/03/would-it-be-all-right-if-we-just-sat.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R-zxmzW0A8I/AAAAAAAAA7w/pnAPZahhY2g/s72-c/P1050450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-765277227217471352</id><published>2008-03-28T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T02:02:24.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;amp; all I need to do right now is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-765277227217471352?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/765277227217471352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/765277227217471352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/03/all-i-need-to-do-right-now-is-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-1786106973276441305</id><published>2008-03-25T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T22:48:33.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Good day today, I'd say!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I'm a happy kid. Being 16+ is "WOOHOO" :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Updates tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;22;&lt;br /&gt;We're out of touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-1786106973276441305?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/1786106973276441305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/1786106973276441305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/03/good-day-today-id-say-and-yes-im-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-4032590986515947216</id><published>2008-03-24T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T22:57:40.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;We've been around the block a time or two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I'm gonna lay it on the line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Ask me how we've come this far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;The answer's written in my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R-e63zW0A7I/AAAAAAAAA7o/HlpUexqZ0Zc/s1600-h/P1050437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R-e63zW0A7I/AAAAAAAAA7o/HlpUexqZ0Zc/s320/P1050437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181315364154508210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joleeen, Arica, Trace &amp;amp; I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have got this disgusting rash thing coming up on my shin. Similar to the one I had last year. (Remember: I was in slippers to school for the longest time! And the dots were really really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt;. Ugh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I've to go now 'cuz Joe needs to hear &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my story&lt;/span&gt; :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S. All the best to SAJC Guys' Soccer Team for their first FAS Nationals' Match against YJC tomorrow! (And, of course, to Andrew Fu hahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;23;&lt;br /&gt;Just to make it through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-4032590986515947216?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/4032590986515947216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/4032590986515947216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/03/weve-been-around-block-time-or-two-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R-e63zW0A7I/AAAAAAAAA7o/HlpUexqZ0Zc/s72-c/P1050437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-3905152596976039213</id><published>2008-03-23T18:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T18:31:55.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I don't know about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;But I'd swear on my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;They could smell it on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;And I've never been too good with secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Easter today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/bmLQMSsQND/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/bmLQMSsQND/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song has been stuck in my head since like, forever :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a good day, pretty much. As usual, sometimes I like to think that it's good, the fact that I don't have to worry about my days. Everything's planned out for me and I just go for it; though torturous in a way. Reminds me of a conversation I had with Marcus online on the Monday of the March Holidays:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;♥I do hereby swear a bounty on your heart. said:&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm busy from 8-4, Wednesday 11-9, Thursday 8-1 and 5-7, Friday 3-10, Saturday 11-9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥I do hereby swear a bounty on your heart. said:&lt;br /&gt;But this is my schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my voice. said:&lt;br /&gt;haha you must love being busy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥I do hereby swear a bounty on your heart. said:&lt;br /&gt;Not that I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥I do hereby swear a bounty on your heart. said:&lt;br /&gt;It just happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥I do hereby swear a bounty on your heart. said:&lt;br /&gt;Crawls up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my voice. said:&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my voice. said:&lt;br /&gt;well thats sad ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥I do hereby swear a bounty on your heart. said:&lt;br /&gt;Yeh, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥I do hereby swear a bounty on your heart. said:&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my voice. said:&lt;br /&gt;haha you are funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my voice. said:&lt;br /&gt;save some time for yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥I do hereby swear a bounty on your heart. said:&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I will try to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks for the advice, Dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer was from 9-1. Earlier in the morning, though, we had Team Devotion. I didn't manage to make it on time for the entire sharing but apparently Coach read from the Bible and talked about how we should not forget God in all that we do. Indeed, "He holds the future". We prayed then got ready for training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was interesting 'cuz we played Game at 10-minute intervals, and it was all video taped :] After 3 times, we went into a classroom to watch the video. It was embarrassing, the mistakes I actually committed! Being a Right Mid is so not easy, I swear. Aaaugh, but it was also cool to see that Marissa and I really do look quite alike on tape D: Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwen had brought her Micro Cube and was blasting the music. (Was it meant to be a help or a hindrance? Sounds so SS but nevertheless.) As of yesterday, though, it was agreed that her playlist was out and not well-received, HAHA. We'll prolly be coming up with a new SAJC Girls' Soccer Training Playlist or something! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After training we had donuts to eat 'cuz Mr Tan had bought the Team 30 donuts from Donut Factory! Oh yum ♥ There were extras so Beat brought them home, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R-YtqDW0A3I/AAAAAAAAA7I/sKMcnpWSSHM/s1600-h/P1050444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R-YtqDW0A3I/AAAAAAAAA7I/sKMcnpWSSHM/s320/P1050444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180878621815079794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After training!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R-YuNjW0A4I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/QavTSyJj5Pw/s1600-h/P1050445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R-YuNjW0A4I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/QavTSyJj5Pw/s320/P1050445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180879231700435842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone looks funny in this photo I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Click to enlarge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R-Yu0TW0A5I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/YRPozspRiPg/s1600-h/P1050447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R-Yu0TW0A5I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/YRPozspRiPg/s320/P1050447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180879897420366738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carin &amp;amp; Jo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team Lunch was at PP Macs. Sadly not everyone was present ): Towards the end, Maria and Cel gave the J1s an inspiring talk about FAS Finals 2007. It was crazy; we could literally feel the excitement in their voices and the pride that's once again reignited within them, as they spoke of Beat's goal and how we managed to clinch the Championship Title over VJ. Marissa, for one, was over the moon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R-Yv1DW0A6I/AAAAAAAAA7g/gmMHhpYOJmo/s1600-h/P1050448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R-Yv1DW0A6I/AAAAAAAAA7g/gmMHhpYOJmo/s320/P1050448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180881009816896418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"cool"&lt;/span&gt; table :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Deb was asking me the boyfriend questions again! Tsk, tsk. And the rest of them at the table were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suan&lt;/span&gt;-ing her about how, even at the age of 20, she was still single. Our topic then moved on to Soccer and as usual, Deb and I the Liverpool supporters got whacked by the Man U supporters ): I really must watch out during the Overnight Camp, in case Jo cuts off my hair or tortures me at night! O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed down to YF thereafter. Had a good time learning about Jesus as King :] Came home, skipped dinner and crashed at 2145h 'til 0700h this morning. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHA I ROCK, WORHX.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap, I don't want the week to start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;24;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-3905152596976039213?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/3905152596976039213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/3905152596976039213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-dont-know-about-you-but-id-swear-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R-YtqDW0A3I/AAAAAAAAA7I/sKMcnpWSSHM/s72-c/P1050444.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-3863441529430581856</id><published>2008-03-21T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T16:25:17.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Drink up, baby down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Are you in or are you out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Leave your things behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;'Cause it's all going off without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Excuse me, too busy you're writing your tragedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R-Ng5TW0A2I/AAAAAAAAA7A/OEDyXfaceBI/s1600-h/P1060607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R-Ng5TW0A2I/AAAAAAAAA7A/OEDyXfaceBI/s320/P1060607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180090533970969442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; if I had eyes in the back of my head,&lt;br /&gt;I would've told you that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you looked good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;As I walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Good Friday today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/PRyq6UZsEZ/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/PRyq6UZsEZ/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Your love, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God this week was shorter; only 4 days and I already felt I could die. Once school starts again, I'm done for ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schedule's been so packed, I hardly have time for anything else but lessons and Soccer. Even OG36 is missin' out on my loveeee, I swear. Oh bummer. But I can't say I'm hating this - Soccer is my (new) life, or so it seems :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got our jerseys and our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Team SAJC&lt;/span&gt; shirts at yesterday's training! Wow, how exciting indeed. I desperately wanted #15 - 'cuz of Crouch, naturally - but the seniors were given priority - again, naturally - and Jo chose it ): Made me pretty upset but well, at least my second choice was available! And hence, I now don "16" on my back. (Same number as Germany's Lahm ♥)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season's coming up and I'm starting to feel the pressure. Trainings are getting more on the emotional side and I don't know if it's a good thing. Coach recently shifted me over to Defence, so now I play CB. It's a pretty cool role, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's a need for change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;26;&lt;br /&gt;You're heartbreaking work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-3863441529430581856?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/3863441529430581856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/3863441529430581856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/03/drink-up-baby-down-are-you-in-or-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R-Ng5TW0A2I/AAAAAAAAA7A/OEDyXfaceBI/s72-c/P1060607.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-8114330897220846675</id><published>2008-03-19T04:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T04:05:09.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:95%;"  &gt;"You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep 'cuz reality is finally better than your dreams."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:95%;"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:250%;"&gt;Nonono, I'm up. It's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GPGPGP&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-8114330897220846675?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/8114330897220846675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/8114330897220846675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-know-youre-in-love-when-you-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-4968886503853563696</id><published>2008-03-16T19:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T20:00:14.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;We're one mistake from being together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;But let's not ask why it's not right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;You won't be seventeen forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;And we can get away with this tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been lazy to update, recently. Too much crowding my &lt;s&gt;life&lt;/s&gt; head ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays have zoomed past, for one. Ah well, I prolly should post about the entire week even though it's going to take a hell long time. Aaaaugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Last) Friday-Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R9st_cifIdI/AAAAAAAAA4s/Z7Yyx7Cn0EQ/s1600-h/DSC00729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R9st_cifIdI/AAAAAAAAA4s/Z7Yyx7Cn0EQ/s320/DSC00729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177782764608365010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PREP CAMP!! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was much fun, and I must say, a good time of spiritual refreshment as well as bonding with the Christians in - and out - of SAJC. Throughout the Camp, was hanging around most with Benedict, Rach, Sam and Chesed. My Group Leader was Vincent and guess what, he's like my older brother's good friend, HAHAHA. (Apparently, studying partner, yo.) What a small world, I'd say D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learnt the importance and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; POWER&lt;/span&gt; of prayer, as well as fellowship. Was in the group I called "The Wanderers" 'cuz we were neither dancing nor in the band! Hence, we were assigned to help out with the Egg Factoids - don't ask me why it's such an odd name 'cuz I certainly didn't come up with it - and the wire-bending souvenirs :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was during the course of these Art &amp;amp; Craft sessions (of sorts) that I uncovered Emma's talent of being so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ARTSY-FARTSY&lt;/span&gt;, tsk! Anyhoo, most of the time we were just being high and I think we gave Sharon a hard time. Heh, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R9suOcifIeI/AAAAAAAAA40/eTM2rO3QIT8/s1600-h/DSC00734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R9suOcifIeI/AAAAAAAAA40/eTM2rO3QIT8/s320/DSC00734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177783022306402786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remember Kevin my giraffe? Stupid Sam was abusing it every night ):&lt;br /&gt;(SOUNDS WRONG BUT YES.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R9svG8ifIfI/AAAAAAAAA48/DF2a9X2jsJQ/s1600-h/P1050375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R9svG8ifIfI/AAAAAAAAA48/DF2a9X2jsJQ/s320/P1050375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177783992969011698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See the cross? :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R9svz8ifIgI/AAAAAAAAA5E/TEfB1P5JQTk/s1600-h/P1050376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R9svz8ifIgI/AAAAAAAAA5E/TEfB1P5JQTk/s320/P1050376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177784766063124994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R9swisifIhI/AAAAAAAAA5M/slEIn6aBlTM/s1600-h/P1050377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R9swisifIhI/AAAAAAAAA5M/slEIn6aBlTM/s320/P1050377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177785569222009362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sky was just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pretty pretty&lt;/span&gt;! And that's when we marvel at God's handiwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then during this Free Time slot, we all started sitting on the ledges of the second storey. Was kind of freaky, like I could fall any moment! D: Thanks to my fear of heights. But Benedict quoted from the Bible - and out of context, again! - that "He shall send His angels to surround you.." HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R9sxhcifIiI/AAAAAAAAA5U/c0EKU7bHVdA/s1600-h/P1050378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R9sxhcifIiI/AAAAAAAAA5U/c0EKU7bHVdA/s320/P1050378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177786647258800674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chesed's like trying to emo; DRAMAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R9syJMifIjI/AAAAAAAAA5c/GJzB3TEo-7Q/s1600-h/DSC00731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R9syJMifIjI/AAAAAAAAA5c/GJzB3TEo-7Q/s320/DSC00731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177787330158600754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R9sye8ifIkI/AAAAAAAAA5k/3MfvDkQw_Fc/s1600-h/DSC00732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R9sye8ifIkI/AAAAAAAAA5k/3MfvDkQw_Fc/s320/DSC00732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177787703820755522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you ask me, I think Sam's better at the emo-ing O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home with Rach on Sunday morning. Bought Macs' Breakfast, takeaway! When I reached home I just stuffed my dirty laundry into the washing machine, took a shower and crashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up to a good morning, pretty much. Decided to mug. (But honestly, that didn't really give me a headstart anyway 'cuz  I still have more than half my assignments undone..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training in the afternoon. Arrived tad late by the seniors' standards - I swear I didn't know about the half-hour rule! - and guess that made me feel pretty bad ): Nevertheless, I survived training, and I think I survived it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Following a pact made between God &amp;amp; I&lt;/span&gt;: Training was good, only 'cuz I'd committed it to prayer. Camp had taught me much, and I was determined to see prayer in action. With each round, I gave praise to His Name and I promised to give God the glory. Praise be to God, for He delivered, once again. I am proud to say I am a Christian and that, should anyone ask how I made it, I will be a testimony for Him ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got influenced into attending Teen Games together with the Team, instead of attending AP/GP Lecture. 'Til now, I'm still clueless about that topic but I guess the time spent together with the Soccer Girls has made it all worth the while :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't know Teen Games was organized by Singapore Youth For Christ (SYFC) until we were made to listen to a small message that was preached. Interesting, indeed. But I guess that was good; bringing our focus back to God and not just all about the Game itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I enjoyed myself thoroughly playing with my Team mates. GO SAINTS! Sadly, no camwhorage 'cuz I forgot to bring my camera. Some of the rest took photos but I've yet to get the photos from off them ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team Lunch was at United Square, Novena. We settled with Pastamania. I couldn't stay to interact, though. 'Cuz I'd my braces appointment! Alas, my braces have been removed. Have been dreading this day ttm D: Gahhh, I miss them so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R9s258ifIlI/AAAAAAAAA5s/E7EFD85_fmY/s1600-h/DSCF2473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R9s258ifIlI/AAAAAAAAA5s/E7EFD85_fmY/s320/DSCF2473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177792565723734610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IN LOVING MEMORY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tuesday, 11 March 2008, 1420h: The moment Ely's braces ceased to exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think I look odd. Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OG36 had a Mugging Session in school, initiated by Joleeen. Unfortunately, I'd already made plans to study with BFF, Albert and Reuben. But things took a turn for the worse when BFF had to stay home 'cuz she was unwell ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left with Albert and Reuben. Novena Starbucks was cold, as usual. Nyehhh. Met Kevin there as well, though. Haha, wonder why he's always there; favourite hangout of sorts. The rest of the day went by okay. Everything was in replay when we went to Fish &amp;amp; Co. to eat again and yada yada. (I'll save the details for my own head, thank you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training got cancelled 'cuz it was pouring the entire day! D: Amazing how it can rain so much, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother's POP from BMTC took place. It was raining and all, plus my Dad forgot to take photos of the cap-throwing! Mannn, that's like one of the most significant parts. But still, I think it's cool my brother's out of Army.. For now! Finally, the first 3 months have passed. Praise God for taking care of him, and that his 'A' Level results weren't too bad :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met dajie and zl for dinner. I thank God for the opportunity for us to meet; it's been 2 years now and we're still going strong, yes? The Mini Zoo! :B I love you two so much and I'm glad that y'all are doing pretty much okay. Somehow, though, we always forget to camwhore, HAHA. Takecare ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teen Games again! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siyi was late, HAHA. And the night before she still could message all of us and IN CAPS, saying we've to be at Little India station at 0730h, tsk. Arica woke late as well. It was funny 'cuz Suria called her and she went, "O-M-G, I'm late!" in a very shocked/sleepy/I-just-sat-up-in-bed tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wet weather was pretty bad. Coach gathered us together before the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach: Any of you brought goggles today?&lt;br /&gt;Us: -Stunned- Uh, no. Why?&lt;br /&gt;Coach: 'Cuz today y'all will be diving.&lt;br /&gt;Us: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Coach: See the fields? Like milo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. But it was true. Throughout the course of the day we got muddier and muddier. It was stinky, above all ): Ah well, can't complain 'cuz there was this NJ Keeper that kept diving in order to save the ball, that after a few matches she was brown from neck down D: Mud spa, we call it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, the games had to be called off halfway. Pretty upsetting 'cuz we didn't get to finish it. Nevertheless, we'd a helluva time playing our hearts out, bonding and even making friends with the other teams! Our SAJC seniors participated in the competition as well - those who'd won FAS National Champions last year - and I must say, they're good O: The Deyi United players became our new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the rain, our spirits were never dampened and I think we were the most self-entertaining group over there! Sang in the rain, kicked around and at the end of it all, even washed ourselves in the flooded longkang. We looked like those Kampong Kids (and Narmadha was the worse 'cuz she literally sat in the drain I think she looked like some poor African kiddo) so much so that Coach and the seniors couldn't stop laughing at us! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wati made the best comment ever: "See, who said girls are afraid of mud?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home to get my stuff washed and to take a shower. Half of the group went to Coach's office to bathe/mug and the other half did the same at Suria's. We then met at Jalan Besar stadium at 1700h to watch the Lion City Cup match - UAE vs Chinese Taipei. UAE was like imba, 'cuz by First Half they'd managed to get 2-0 against Chinese Taipei. All the Chinese Taipei players were Arica's, HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R9s798ifImI/AAAAAAAAA50/5xrt88F1NCc/s1600-h/P1050408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R9s798ifImI/AAAAAAAAA50/5xrt88F1NCc/s320/P1050408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177798132001350242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R9s8ksifInI/AAAAAAAAA58/g_FrYPHINjw/s1600-h/P1050412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R9s8ksifInI/AAAAAAAAA58/g_FrYPHINjw/s320/P1050412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177798797721281138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The final score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of the match the Australian players came and sat next to where we were seated, haha. Some of the guys are so cute that I think we got distracted ): Marissa somehow caught the attention of one of the guys and there was a bit of hoo-ha going on! Goodness me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R90DrcifIpI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/xlyxoIFbJXo/s1600-h/P1050418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R90DrcifIpI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/xlyxoIFbJXo/s320/P1050418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178299191476036242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R90FY8ifIqI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/VLKfjMaL_8w/s1600-h/P1050424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R90FY8ifIqI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/VLKfjMaL_8w/s320/P1050424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178301072671711906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Singapore and Australian Teams :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R90K5MifItI/AAAAAAAAA6w/c7CQDz3flv0/s1600-h/P1050416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R90K5MifItI/AAAAAAAAA6w/c7CQDz3flv0/s320/P1050416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178307124280632018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The J1s sitting in the same row as me :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R90LecifIuI/AAAAAAAAA64/PRmT2oevFYI/s1600-h/P1050413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R90LecifIuI/AAAAAAAAA64/PRmT2oevFYI/s320/P1050413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178307764230759138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My first photo with braces off! D:&lt;br /&gt;(WHATTHEPOK, I LOOK UGLYYYY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R9s-GsifIoI/AAAAAAAAA6E/ZTEccbm3iog/s1600-h/P1050411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R9s-GsifIoI/AAAAAAAAA6E/ZTEccbm3iog/s320/P1050411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177800481348461186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha, I stole a photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched the Singapore-Australia match only 'til Half-time. Then we made our way down to Bugis' foodcourt for dinner at about 9 :] Cel informed us that training for Friday was cancelled! All the better, anyway, 'cuz our boots were terribly wet from the morning D: Went home with Arica and Cel, and I'd a good time speaking with Cel, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke with the intention of studying but it was futile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent time preparing for YF Worship. Then headed down to j8 with my parents, had Mos takeaway and went straight to Church. Met Shermaine and Serene to discuss Worship. Left Church with Serene and Zac to Jo's party, while Shermaine stayed in Church to mug with Charles 'til late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think the 3 of us YFers felt out-of-place at Jo's, HAHA. 'Cuz all the little guys there were like 13 year olds and the rest of us, much older D: Sam Tan couldn't make it, that pok! Abandon his QT Partner only, tsk. When Jo's parents asked us how old we were, we all burst out laughing! (Serene's old enough to be Jo's Aunt already..) D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo and Zac played the guitar whilst I just watched on. Then, Jo created his Facebook account! :] HAHAHA, he'd been waiting for this day just so that he can be of age - officially - to create one. How, innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had the cake-cutting and birthdaysong-singing time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R90GCMifIrI/AAAAAAAAA6g/8hdAj7rxHoY/s1600-h/P1050430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R90GCMifIrI/AAAAAAAAA6g/8hdAj7rxHoY/s320/P1050430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178301781341315762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mmm, strawberry cheesecake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R90GoMifIsI/AAAAAAAAA6o/y8o71BnmuGo/s1600-h/P1050429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R90GoMifIsI/AAAAAAAAA6o/y8o71BnmuGo/s320/P1050429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178302434176344770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the Happy Birthday Boy ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Church at 12nn to meet Shermaine and get our last-minute stuff ready for Worship rehearsal at 1330h. Rehearsal was okay, thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before Worship, Shermaine and I were really nervous ): The Worship Team said a prayer and we started. Thankfully, though, He saw us through it. I knew I was afraid 'cuz my fingers were really cold D: Nevertheless, after it was over, Joey came and told me, "Elyssa, you've a very nice manly voice. I think I'll call you more often and talk to you over the phone!" HAHAHA. Sam Kwan also spoke to me and asked me how I felt; am glad he said I didn't sound nervous and in fact, sounded like my usual self :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After YF, had intended to join EXCO at AMK for dinner. But I'd to join my family instead, 'cuz my brother's home this weekend. Ah well. Sam Tan was supposed to teach me Econs while I waited for my Dad to come pick me from Church but that pok stole my notes at first, then distracted me by making me talk about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something else&lt;/span&gt; and finally, went to play Captain's Ball. POK! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OkaythatwasareallylongpostIthinkI'llstopnow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; Phew :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-4968886503853563696?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/4968886503853563696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/4968886503853563696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/03/were-one-mistake-from-being-together.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R9st_cifIdI/AAAAAAAAA4s/Z7Yyx7Cn0EQ/s72-c/DSC00729.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-1379881197872759324</id><published>2008-03-10T23:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T23:15:24.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;And I'm choking right along with the words in my throat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I'm falling back in love with the letter you wrote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;And I think that I was wrong, but I guess I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I figure that I'll wait until you tell me so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R9VN68ifIcI/AAAAAAAAA4k/ObgVW5C8WwI/s1600-h/You.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R9VN68ifIcI/AAAAAAAAA4k/ObgVW5C8WwI/s320/You.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176129021810778562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Are you there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's so hard to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote  someone who posted this some place else:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One day, I want to be the "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" in all those &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 55, 146);font-size:85%;" &gt;over-used quotes&lt;/span&gt; on your profile. One day, I want to &lt;span style="color: rgb(170, 241, 99);font-size:85%;" &gt;count the little stars&lt;/span&gt; and have it &lt;em&gt;add up to my name&lt;/em&gt;. One day, I want you to end every conversation with "&lt;strong&gt;I love you&lt;/strong&gt;" or "&lt;span style="color: rgb(120, 0, 185);font-size:85%;" &gt;Never leave me&lt;/span&gt;." And I wouldn't, &lt;u&gt;leave you&lt;/u&gt; that is. It's only &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fair&lt;/span&gt;. After all the &lt;u&gt;effort&lt;/u&gt; I've put in to finding the &lt;span style="color: rgb(15, 218, 240);font-size:85%;" &gt;perfect quote&lt;/span&gt; to describe the &lt;strong&gt;exact emotion&lt;/strong&gt; you put in my head, don't &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; deserve someone to do the &lt;u&gt;same&lt;/u&gt; for me? Underneath all the "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 191, 220);font-size:85%;" &gt;I'm glad I didn't die before I met you&lt;/span&gt;"s and the "&lt;span style="color: rgb(223, 196, 253);font-size:85%;" &gt;The truth is I've never fallen so hard&lt;/span&gt;"s, there's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a little girl&lt;/span&gt;, who &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wishes&lt;/span&gt; she could just &lt;strong&gt;take your hand&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;run away&lt;/strong&gt;. I want to stand up on my &lt;strong&gt;tippy toes&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(218, 112, 191);font-size:85%;" &gt;kiss&lt;/span&gt; you &lt;em&gt;gently on the cheek&lt;/em&gt;. I want &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;your hand&lt;/span&gt; to reach down and &lt;em&gt;push a lock of hair&lt;/em&gt; behind my ear. I want you to &lt;span style="color: rgb(217, 210, 79);font-size:85%;" &gt;hold me&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(62, 234, 165);font-size:85%;" &gt;cherish me&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(172, 230, 66);font-size:85%;" &gt;love me&lt;/span&gt;. And only me. But, I know "&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not your star&lt;/span&gt;" this time around. So goes &lt;em&gt;another day&lt;/em&gt; of away messages revolving around such topics as "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 119);font-size:85%;" &gt;The only broken hearted loser you'll ever need&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 119);font-size:85%;" &gt;I'm sick of writing every song about you&lt;/span&gt;". But &lt;strong&gt;you'll never know&lt;/strong&gt; that &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"you" really is you&lt;/span&gt;. And your &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"you" will never mean me.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; to me, you're &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;a part-time lover and a full-time friend&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-1379881197872759324?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/1379881197872759324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/1379881197872759324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-im-choking-right-along-with-words.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R9VN68ifIcI/AAAAAAAAA4k/ObgVW5C8WwI/s72-c/You.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-5414709879898729664</id><published>2008-03-06T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T22:47:01.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I'm so much like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Caught in a moment, coming unglued&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;In a world so big, it's not easy to choose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Which path to take, which pawn to move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;So we'll let go of everything we've ever known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8_5pBxhcSI/AAAAAAAAA4E/x8FyAxLWqHM/s1600-h/P1050338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8_5pBxhcSI/AAAAAAAAA4E/x8FyAxLWqHM/s320/P1050338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174628980118090018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smile&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's only what we put in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't had much time to post, let alone go online. Oh bugger, I'm looking forward to the full-swing JC life. Entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all face problems from time to time, but I thank God for sending grace and comfort - often through people - when I need it most :] These days, fasting has also taught me how to put aside worldly things and to focus on nothing else but Him alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was just sharing with Benedict this morning how I enjoy Morning Worship so much. It prepares me for the day, and serves as a reminder how I should rely on His strength instead of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Things will work out fine, I'm sure.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"All trainings have been cancelled, in pursuit of A. E."&lt;/span&gt; D: Ironically enough, we're having none whilst VJ have increased their training sessions to 5 times a week (i. e. Every school day, as we know it), damn. Nevertheless, whoever said anything about not having 'accidental trainings'? Plus, tomorrow morning's the time for our SILENT PROTEST: J1 Soccer Girls are going to wear boots + ankle socks with our school uniform for Assembly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's my first ever Econs Test in SAJC, haha. What the shit, I'm so excited for the Preparation Camp that I feel like conveniently bypassing it now ): Quote Rachel: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stuff it man I'm going to sleep!&lt;/span&gt; HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and tomorrow's the release of the 'A' Level results for the J3s. Am worried for my brother but I'll be praying for him. Cool to see him in school, though. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YES, PREP CAMP ♥ :B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-5414709879898729664?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/5414709879898729664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/5414709879898729664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-so-much-like-you-caught-in-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8_5pBxhcSI/AAAAAAAAA4E/x8FyAxLWqHM/s72-c/P1050338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-3047943697494509745</id><published>2008-03-03T22:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T22:37:38.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When it all comes down, there's no one else to turn to. (Maybe, just maybe, S.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even then, there's only so much one can offer, before it becomes one of those "only you yourself can deal with it" things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To whichever '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;' you are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1) I trusted you, like I said I would. And you were right - though not always right -in the end. Still, trust can be easily misplaced. I wonder, what's the right thing to do now? I dare not judge, if this was the right thing to've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Even if I were to say "I love you", I won't mean it 100%. Is that what you want? Are you ready to settle for that? I'd rather you don't, and you tell me "no".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Give me assurance, like you've done so. I need to feel your presence; that you are by my side throughout this. You, are indispensable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it screws your heart over so bad, just let it go and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; so I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-3047943697494509745?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/3047943697494509745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/3047943697494509745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-it-all-comes-down-theres-no-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-4383098626074658135</id><published>2008-03-01T22:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T23:18:23.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;The longer that I'm out here, the better you sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;You're scrunching up your face in this picture I found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;And I'm chasing after you, steadily losing ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I miss you all the time but I'm blocking it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Bold" title="Bold" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 3);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8lpXjr_WRI/AAAAAAAAA38/8p4QH7tn3CE/s1600-h/CG1.5Bonding.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8lpXjr_WRI/AAAAAAAAA38/8p4QH7tn3CE/s320/CG1.5Bonding.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172781500449380626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CG 1.5 Bonding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had CG Bonding Time yesterday at the Track/Gallery :] We're (1+2)/2=1.5! 'Cuz it's 08A01 and 08A02, HAHA. Tawan came up with that formula, of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took tons of photos and I think we look pretty unglam in most of them! But I guess that's the purpose of candid shots, no? Tsk. Will upload the photos to FB when I have more time. (Recently everything's starting to flood in again. JC life in full-swing, coming right up.) Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, Michael got &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;taupok&lt;/span&gt;-ed yesterday as well D: It was the consequence of losing a carom game he was playing with the guys in the SC! Ohmysheesh, you should've seen the Army of guys that came down on poor Michael. Nevertheless, he survived! HAHA. Didn't manage to take a vid but I took &lt;a href="http://http//hs.facebook.com/album.php?aid=28673&amp;amp;l=62d21&amp;amp;id=731313241"&gt;photos&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went out with some of the OG36 people, to meet Kris, Rachel and Ho Yuen CW! Walked around PS and ate dinner at Pastamania together, 'cuz Ho Yuen CW had the Membership Card, heh :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training turned out to be Team Time! Fun, ttm :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good chance to get to know the Team better. We had sandcastle-building from 8-10am, then Indoor Soccer at Futsal from 11-12nn. Was super tired and that hindered my performance ): The arches of my feet are aching so badly now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Team Lunch at Burger King! All 23 of us sat together 'cuz we joined tables, haha. And made noise, and some people (Gwen, Siyi, Maria, Beatrice) were jamming! Deborah tried singing but what in the world, I really wouldn't want to comment D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly enough, I brought my camera today but forgot the battery ): Mehhh. Hence, no camwhorage AT ALL and I'm pretty upset over that. Oh well, it was good time spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel random now. And I'm on Messenger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;JAPPY. says:&lt;br /&gt;and i bought fbts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥I'm going sleepless and you're out of lullabies. says:&lt;br /&gt;Haha, what in the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥I'm going sleepless and you're out of lullabies. says:&lt;br /&gt;Why so random!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥I'm going sleepless and you're out of lullabies. says:&lt;br /&gt;You mean FBT curve cut ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥I'm going sleepless and you're out of lullabies. says:&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAPPY. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAPPY. says:&lt;br /&gt;NOPE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAPPY. says:&lt;br /&gt;not curve cut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAPPY. says:&lt;br /&gt;im sure i so gay lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAPPY. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥I'm going sleepless and you're out of lullabies. says:&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, I'd faint if you do D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAPPY. says:&lt;br /&gt;aha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAPPY. says:&lt;br /&gt;if u lend me yours i'd wear it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥I'm going sleepless and you're out of lullabies. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥I'm going sleepless and you're out of lullabies. says:&lt;br /&gt;Okay I lend you my red one :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAPPY. says:&lt;br /&gt;omg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAPPY. says:&lt;br /&gt;that's damn gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥I'm going sleepless and you're out of lullabies. says:&lt;br /&gt;Then next day I buy electric blue you wear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAPPY. says:&lt;br /&gt;gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAPPY. says:&lt;br /&gt;(i like.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥I'm going sleepless and you're out of lullabies. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAPPY. says:&lt;br /&gt;i reailsed smth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAPPY. says:&lt;br /&gt;how am i gonna fit -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, Japheth is so gay sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-4383098626074658135?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/4383098626074658135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/4383098626074658135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/03/longer-that-im-out-here-better-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8lpXjr_WRI/AAAAAAAAA38/8p4QH7tn3CE/s72-c/CG1.5Bonding.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-3586082448743402632</id><published>2008-02-29T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T22:49:09.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;'Cause an empty room can be so loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;It’s too many tears to drown them out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;So hold on, hold on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;When you love someone, and they break your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Don’t give up on love, have faith, restart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8gZeTr_WQI/AAAAAAAAA30/mii3PkqJV1I/s1600-h/P1050325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8gZeTr_WQI/AAAAAAAAA30/mii3PkqJV1I/s320/P1050325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172412180506564866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blasé&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how we all can be. (See us?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a super fun day, I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thanks to training, I've to be sleeping early. So it's way past bedtime for me ): East Coast Park is where we're headed tomorrow! Coach refuses to tell us the details of the training, so I guess we'll all be kept in suspense D: Mehhh. Indoor Soccer, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long day ahead. Ohmysheesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-3586082448743402632?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/3586082448743402632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/3586082448743402632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/02/cause-empty-room-can-be-so-loud-its-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8gZeTr_WQI/AAAAAAAAA30/mii3PkqJV1I/s72-c/P1050325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-1495366301660776872</id><published>2008-02-28T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T23:31:11.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I'm a silly love song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;A twisted elbow crush song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I would go to jail with only boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Just to prove I was as tough as you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;And when I get out for good behavior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I'll be writing love songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Almost) everything was boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked in the Student Centre during our break. Some photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8bN4tgq0wI/AAAAAAAAA2k/p7dnBt0mNms/s1600-h/P1050200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8bN4tgq0wI/AAAAAAAAA2k/p7dnBt0mNms/s320/P1050200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172047596254581506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8bOxtgq0yI/AAAAAAAAA20/iROvnaNc-Zw/s1600-h/P1050202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8bOxtgq0yI/AAAAAAAAA20/iROvnaNc-Zw/s320/P1050202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172048575507125026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8bPUNgq0zI/AAAAAAAAA28/tg7KTIsM9HE/s1600-h/P1050203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8bPUNgq0zI/AAAAAAAAA28/tg7KTIsM9HE/s320/P1050203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172049168212611890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Johnny wearing Tracy's skirt! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8bP49gq00I/AAAAAAAAA3E/ugy0KCYlSjg/s1600-h/P1050208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8bP49gq00I/AAAAAAAAA3E/ugy0KCYlSjg/s320/P1050208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172049799572804418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Xiong looks like a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PIMP&lt;/span&gt;! Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8bQhtgq01I/AAAAAAAAA3M/KAl9s9LBYrc/s1600-h/P1050213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8bQhtgq01I/AAAAAAAAA3M/KAl9s9LBYrc/s320/P1050213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172050499652473682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do we look &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alike&lt;/span&gt;, even when asleep? Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8bRQdgq02I/AAAAAAAAA3U/N02lxsPYEI4/s1600-h/P1050214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8bRQdgq02I/AAAAAAAAA3U/N02lxsPYEI4/s320/P1050214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172051302811358050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's so cute when asleep :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8bRt9gq03I/AAAAAAAAA3c/1UZ9Gx9GflI/s1600-h/P1050220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8bRt9gq03I/AAAAAAAAA3c/1UZ9Gx9GflI/s320/P1050220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172051809617498994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8bSKtgq04I/AAAAAAAAA3k/t0gjrJO_ka0/s1600-h/P1050227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8bSKtgq04I/AAAAAAAAA3k/t0gjrJO_ka0/s320/P1050227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172052303538738050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tawan is so gay, I swear D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, attended a Principal Meets Christian Students function. Went pretty well, and I'm ready to answer His Call, and serve in school events :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thereafter, went back with Rachel to NYJC. It was good to see the Soccer Team again, and all the people I miss! (Especially Leonard &amp;amp; Joshua my bestest buddies.) But still, didn't manage to see everyone ): Also, walking around in my SAJC uniform made me feel odd, 'cuz I was obviously outnumbered. Some of the seniors appeared cynical when I'd told them I was back in the school 'cuz I miss it so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think what you may, but as far as I know, it's true. That place - and the people - will always hold a special place in my heart ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am tired. Training, I think. And all that being hyper in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning Worship was pretty good, I must say. Benedict actually led the Service. Teared during the Prayer Section. Guess that was 'cuz I'd gone in this morning, with a heavy heart. It was good to be reminded that I can pour everything out to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lectures were boring. Seriously. Especially PW! The guys got soooo bored, Xiong actually took my camera and tried to camwhore, tsk. I ended up writing on people's arms (as usual). The rest, either slept, talked, got hooked onto their h or played Bingo. Photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8bKDNgq0tI/AAAAAAAAA2M/ejID9sfJ1Ok/s1600-h/P1050241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8bKDNgq0tI/AAAAAAAAA2M/ejID9sfJ1Ok/s320/P1050241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172043378596696786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Xiong took this photo of himself and Jonathan! Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8bMJ9gq0uI/AAAAAAAAA2U/iFlOD7-1LL8/s1600-h/P1050236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8bMJ9gq0uI/AAAAAAAAA2U/iFlOD7-1LL8/s320/P1050236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172045693584069346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Xiong's arm! (IT'S SO TRUE LA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8bNENgq0vI/AAAAAAAAA2c/sEcHsYb5sTQ/s1600-h/P1050235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8bNENgq0vI/AAAAAAAAA2c/sEcHsYb5sTQ/s320/P1050235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172046694311449330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sammmyyyy playing handphone games! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8bOW9gq0xI/AAAAAAAAA2s/enOWwVsxB5c/s1600-h/P1050244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8bOW9gq0xI/AAAAAAAAA2s/enOWwVsxB5c/s320/P1050244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172048115945624338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wilson sleeping! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Econs Lecture was super cool. OG36 sat in the front few rows and we amazingly stayed awake throughout the entire lecture, plus took down notes. Stepping out of the Cultural Centre, we were all suddenly "inspired" to start studying like mad. Mega crazy, I'd say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd Mass Soccer today, during the 3-hour break that we had! :] It was most of OG36, plus other friends. Chee Bird and Joleeen are our top-scorers, man. Fernando Torres-es in-the-making. HAHA. Sadly, I'd to leave earlier 'cuz I forgot to bring my contact lenses for training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gih and Towkay walked me out. They even helped me to look after my stuff. Awh, thanks ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's as good as 'Happy Science Faculty Day'. Have got no lessons, save for Assembly and Civics. 'Cuz the rest of the slots are filled with Physics, Chemistry and Biology. Ah well. It's Games Day for us Arts people! :] Playing ball, I think. But I want to be a crazyshitmugger. Nyehhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, recover, Ely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;You're no good, you're no good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-1495366301660776872?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/1495366301660776872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/1495366301660776872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-silly-love-song-twisted-elbow-crush.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8bN4tgq0wI/AAAAAAAAA2k/p7dnBt0mNms/s72-c/P1050200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-2287713894311308453</id><published>2008-02-26T23:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T23:30:18.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;It's dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;One last chance to reverse this curse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;You stole my heart but I had it first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;And now I see you've got something to prove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;And nothing to lose, so let me tell you the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8Qr0Ngq0rI/AAAAAAAAA18/EiwsLC6le4s/s1600-h/P1050181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8Qr0Ngq0rI/AAAAAAAAA18/EiwsLC6le4s/s320/P1050181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171306448108049074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHA, candid shot (of me running up the stairs) after passing the camera to Issac! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOOK UNGLAM, TTM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8QsW9gq0sI/AAAAAAAAA2E/Cg9hy5gArcg/s1600-h/P1050184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8QsW9gq0sI/AAAAAAAAA2E/Cg9hy5gArcg/s320/P1050184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171307045108503234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;, y'all &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OG36 is so much fun, I can hardly contain the excitement everyday. We're always hanging around together and thanks to the number of people we actually do have - 24, to be exact - it's hard to miss! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I've learnt: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes, all you need is faith; and trust in God above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results for the Civic Groups were announced this afternoon. Am in 08A02, together with Jonathan, Tracy, Arica, Junyang, Kathleen, Chee Ling, Sylvia, Wilson, Tawan and Catherine. Thank God for friends :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although not all of us are in the same class (that would be impossible, unless we all form a class by ourselves!), it's alright. That's 'cuz it's not going to stop us from being this one big OGclique! :] We still lovelovelove, ttm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; To those from OG36 in different classes: Don't worry too much, we'll still be together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls' Soccer tryouts was at 1630h. Was freaking out the entire time before that. After all, Team SAJC is the best in Singapore D: Nevertheless, I said a little prayer before training and just plunged straight into it. And He delivers, I testify. Praise God, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I made the team&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; To Rachel dearest: Come back on Thursday, yes? I need to play with you. Will pray for you, and I know you're meant to be in. Love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the OG36 members actually stayed back after school, and they came to the Gallery to cheer for me :] Awh, I was seriously touched! (Even though I must admit it was a tad embarrassing.) But still, your encouragement gave me confidence and I must accredit this to y'all. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a long day, I'm tired. But starting the day right is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Lord, receive the sacrifice of a broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Jesus, what I give? What can I bring?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;To so faithful a friend, to so loving a King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Saviour, what can be said? What can be sung?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;As a praise of your name for the things you have done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Oh, my words could not tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Not even in part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Of the debt of love that is owed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;By this thankful heart&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-2287713894311308453?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/2287713894311308453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/2287713894311308453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-dead-one-last-chance-to-reverse.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8Qr0Ngq0rI/AAAAAAAAA18/EiwsLC6le4s/s72-c/P1050181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-4251322723859824918</id><published>2008-02-25T21:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T21:50:01.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;That look was priceless, don't let me get carried away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I've seen it before, and it still suits you the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;You catch on quick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;(You catch on quick!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8K4sNgq0jI/AAAAAAAAA08/P6kUy2k2zxg/s1600-h/P1050063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8K4sNgq0jI/AAAAAAAAA08/P6kUy2k2zxg/s320/P1050063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170898391855190578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4-hour break &lt;/span&gt;today, at the Fitness Corner.&lt;br /&gt;(They look nice, aye?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School today was COOLCOOLCOOOOOL! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math Mass Lecture in the morning almost killed me. Sat with OG5's girls; sadly Tiff wasn't around 'cuz she doesn't offer Math D: Nevertheless, the so-called 'Introductory Lecture' plus a wee bit of Chapter 5 (Summation) towards the end was crazy. Felt so tired, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I could die&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Math, though, there was a super duper ultra long break for most of us in OG36 before the CCA/PE Talk. We wanted to play Ball but Johnny didn't bring balls! I asked him to go to the PE Dept. and tell the teacher: "Teacher, I have no balls. Can you lend me?" HAHAHA, what in the world, man D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we managed to get a basketball and a soccer ball. But somehow, they kicked the ball so far it rolled near one of the PE teachers that was conducting PE and that teacher took it away from us ): Nyehhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I came up with this brilliant plan: If you can't play basketball, and you can't play soccer... CAMWHORE! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And we did.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8K5bNgq0kI/AAAAAAAAA1E/QIaMAFLOSks/s1600-h/P1050067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8K5bNgq0kI/AAAAAAAAA1E/QIaMAFLOSks/s320/P1050067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170899199309042242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Twinnie! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8K9itgq0lI/AAAAAAAAA1M/matp6FEnDzw/s1600-h/P1050072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8K9itgq0lI/AAAAAAAAA1M/matp6FEnDzw/s320/P1050072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170903726204572242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andrew my Brotherrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8LADdgq0mI/AAAAAAAAA1U/kmg7Fqto7qU/s1600-h/Tawan%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8LADdgq0mI/AAAAAAAAA1U/kmg7Fqto7qU/s320/Tawan%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170906487868543586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ZOMG, TAWAN HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8LA4Ngq0nI/AAAAAAAAA1c/vd3qQgIayWE/s1600-h/P1050075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8LA4Ngq0nI/AAAAAAAAA1c/vd3qQgIayWE/s320/P1050075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170907394106643058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tawan, Melina &amp;amp; Tracy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8LCgNgq0oI/AAAAAAAAA1k/DbVvJQA2PDA/s1600-h/P1050079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8LCgNgq0oI/AAAAAAAAA1k/DbVvJQA2PDA/s320/P1050079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170909180813038210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Deborah &amp;amp; I, with our advertisement for Nalgene and Nike bottles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8LCuNgq0pI/AAAAAAAAA1s/jbTcsv6nl4I/s1600-h/Johnny%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8LCuNgq0pI/AAAAAAAAA1s/jbTcsv6nl4I/s320/Johnny%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170909421331206802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WHAT IN THE WORLD, JOHNNY WHOOSH! D:&lt;br /&gt;(Andrew took these photos; I think he has a secret crushhhh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8LDk9gq0qI/AAAAAAAAA10/1udkmoCMXSg/s1600-h/P1050064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8LDk9gq0qI/AAAAAAAAA10/1udkmoCMXSg/s320/P1050064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170910361929044642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sakinah, Wilson &amp;amp; Towkay :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, we did a hell lot of camwhoring! The rest of the photos will prolly be up on FB sometime. But honestly, what would one do without a camera? I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew got&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; taupok&lt;/span&gt;-ed today and - as usual - it was initiated by Johnny (Whoosh!). Tsk, poor thing. I got a video of it, and it'll be put up on the &lt;a href="http://og36saints.blogspot.com/"&gt;OG36 blog&lt;/a&gt; once I send it over to Tawan :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, today my Twin was super funny. I gave him a Bio lesson about girls and the loss of blood. He actually thought it was like shitting, and it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; happen 24 hours, hahaha. Ohmygoodnessme, we all had a good laugh - including the guys! Think he's the only one not aware of how it happens; even some of the other guys know, somewhat D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls' Soccer tryouts tomorrowww! And I'm attending Morning Worship, for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;The world seems greater than the both of us.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-4251322723859824918?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/4251322723859824918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/4251322723859824918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/02/that-look-was-priceless-dont-let-me-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8K4sNgq0jI/AAAAAAAAA08/P6kUy2k2zxg/s72-c/P1050063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-870129742388816362</id><published>2008-02-24T18:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T20:08:54.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;So we bottled and shelved all our regrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Let them ferment and came back to our senses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Drove back home and slept a few days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Woke up and laughed at how stupid we used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came online to find no one in my SAJC MSN List in Green. Most obviously, considering all of them (OG36) are outside for our very first ever Outing! Mehhhh, what in the world am I doing at home ): Realized I rant a lot, but it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8FKrtgq0gI/AAAAAAAAA0k/_YFoV5_lv_o/s1600-h/P1050034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8FKrtgq0gI/AAAAAAAAA0k/_YFoV5_lv_o/s320/P1050034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170495962009489922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NYJC Team!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to NY in the morning for a Soccer match! J1/2s against the J3s (those who've taken 'A's and are waiting for their results).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always a joy playing for that Team :] The juniors lost 3-1 but it was a good game, I swear. I miss the Soccerettes so much ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't go for OG27 Farewell thereafter 'cuz the moment I stepped into the house after the Match my parents' words came raining down. Sucky ttm, and thus I'd to skip the Outing. Else I would've been slaughtered then and there, had I even dared to ask for permission D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YF was School Day! :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8FLP9gq0hI/AAAAAAAAA0s/P-DPRWhzGAc/s1600-h/P1050046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8FLP9gq0hI/AAAAAAAAA0s/P-DPRWhzGAc/s320/P1050046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170496584779747858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cedarians&lt;/span&gt; in ZYF (Past &amp;amp; Present) -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me, Joy, Alethia, Shermaine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8KvYdgq0iI/AAAAAAAAA00/HSqjikecqfA/s1600-h/P1050047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8KvYdgq0iI/AAAAAAAAA00/HSqjikecqfA/s320/P1050047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170888156948124194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JOJOJO&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played games the entire day and conveniently bypassed our "CA1 Exam" at the end (due to lack of time, I think). HAHA. Oh well, the day seemed to pass pretty fast! After YF, I tried playing Soccer with the guys and failed miserably. Tsk. I need more practice D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a long, long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke late for Church, hence didn't attend 8.30am Service ): Attended YD instead. Aunty Peck May was our Guest Speaker and she taught us about Inductive Bible Study. It was interesting! And I guess that it has sparked a new interest in us to study about His Word, 'cuz the way it's done is so much easier to digest the passages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Children's Camp Committee Meeting after lunch. Charles, Samantha, Valerie, Junipher, Gregory, Daniel and I were there. Think we managed to fulfill our agenda for the day, so it's pretty heartwarming :] With God's guidance, we'll be led to make the right decisions about Camp (Afloat)! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am tired. And it's time to get going to my grandmother's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss OG36 already ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-870129742388816362?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/870129742388816362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/870129742388816362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-we-bottled-and-shelved-all-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R8FKrtgq0gI/AAAAAAAAA0k/_YFoV5_lv_o/s72-c/P1050034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-2887534233234994508</id><published>2008-02-22T23:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T23:51:00.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I am due for a miracle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I'm waiting for a sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I'll stare straight into the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;And I won't close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Till I understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Or go blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R77q4Ngq0eI/AAAAAAAAA0U/NJI6StepHlw/s1600-h/IMG_2101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R77q4Ngq0eI/AAAAAAAAA0U/NJI6StepHlw/s320/IMG_2101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169827673688166882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R77rRtgq0fI/AAAAAAAAA0c/TeIhxd8_mCk/s1600-h/IMG_2102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R77rRtgq0fI/AAAAAAAAA0c/TeIhxd8_mCk/s320/IMG_2102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169828111774831090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OG36&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's thanks to this bunch of wonderful people that I finally feel like a part of something in SAJC. Today, lectures and talks were sian but the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; school started AFTER school :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Toa Payoh as an OGclique for lunch! (Well, not everyone's in the photo, but yes.) We'd fun, talking shit and all. Then Tawan got real serious about our OG stuff. Together with Deborah, we're now &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;going official&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, half left. 7 of us went over to Tawan's house! I finally learnt how to play Bridge, and a tad bit of Mahjong. But I still need practice, yes? D: Tried sleeping. But with Sakinah and Tawan around, that's almost impossible. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, I finally realized that the few days before this, I've been PMS-ing. Maybe that's why I was so down ): And feeling so warm all the time! Thanks to those hot flushes, gahhhh. Damn my pimple-fied face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metrosexuals (like Tawan!) and I hate pimples ttm ):&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; HELLO TWINNNN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-2887534233234994508?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/2887534233234994508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/2887534233234994508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-am-due-for-miracle-im-waiting-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R77q4Ngq0eI/AAAAAAAAA0U/NJI6StepHlw/s72-c/IMG_2101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-7823947281309699595</id><published>2008-02-19T20:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T20:14:17.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Tell me, tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;What makes you think that you are invincible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I can see it in your eyes that you're so sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Please don't tell me that I'm the only one that's vulnerable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Impossible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R7rCPtgq0dI/AAAAAAAAA0M/mez1cKcq5p8/s1600-h/P1060612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R7rCPtgq0dI/AAAAAAAAA0M/mez1cKcq5p8/s320/P1060612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168657097531511250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lie with me&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and forget the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;(If only it were that easy)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke in the morning only to find my handphone bursting with text messages. The first one read: "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOE: Congrats CHUA JIAWEN ELYSSA, you are posted to ST ANDREW'S JC, ARTS (30A) under 2008 JAE. Pl report to JC/MI on 20 Feb 08 at 7.30am.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'd came in at 0626h, and to think we all were waiting for 8 o'clock to arrive. Sheesh, a tad early, efficient, and shocking to heart eh, MOE? Aaaauuugggghhhhhh. Can't exactly tell if I'm happy or sad - actually, part both - but I just trust that it's God's plan I've been put in SAJC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, the motto of the school does go: "No one is here by chance." And I believe that, ttm ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since today's prolly the last day ever we'll have fun before JAE officially starts, it was only imperative that I went out. Couldn't find dates initially, but I guess everything (sort of) worked out in the end? Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlton pangseh-ed Joshua and I so in the end we were stuck with each other D: Was just stupid. We roamed PS, did spastic stuff, ate, and finally decided on watching Jumper! The movie's pretty cool, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT GUESS WHAT! After the entire show when the lights came on I turned to my left and saw Hon Ding, ohmysheeshhhh. Nicholas was in the same theatre! And just as I was laughing my head off at this pure - but wacky - coincidence ('cuz Nicholas had asked me out to watch Jumper the night before) someone else called my name. SARAH TEH &amp;amp; friends O: Oh wow, is PS that popular a hangout?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same movie, same time, same theatre, same dayyyy.. It was so crazy I couldn't stop laughing. To add on to that, OG23 was in PS and so was Morgan &amp;amp; Jessica. Just wonderful - it was like some Nanyang unofficial gathering shitz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, at least that made the day feel more like school.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In NYJC&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be a new day, a new start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess 2nd intakers do get outcast, whether it's by choice or by default. Nonetheless, I believe it'll be fine, or at least I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is so true:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;♥athalie (: says:&lt;br /&gt;nice unioform, here we come!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥But you and I both know we're a lost cause. says:&lt;br /&gt;Yeh :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥But you and I both know we're a lost cause. says:&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin and I both got in SA. And we're taking the same stream, so I guess we'll be in the same class! I know I'm n OG5, but she's in OG3. Whatever the case, I've got a going-to-school partner for every school day morning for the next 2 years ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:70%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, what does it matter when the human heart can only find meaning, in the smallest of moments?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-7823947281309699595?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/7823947281309699595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/7823947281309699595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/02/tell-me-tell-me-what-makes-you-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R7rCPtgq0dI/AAAAAAAAA0M/mez1cKcq5p8/s72-c/P1060612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-7568734751993574652</id><published>2008-02-18T22:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T22:42:26.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;You're all that I hoped I'd find in every single way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;And everything I would give is everything you couldn't take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;'Cause nothing feels like home; you're a thousand miles away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;And the hardest part of living is just taking breaths to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R7mVMtgq0cI/AAAAAAAAA0E/Q7N2n5-7oCQ/s1600-h/Free2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R7mVMtgq0cI/AAAAAAAAA0E/Q7N2n5-7oCQ/s320/Free2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168326092991943106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Set it free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and hope it comes back.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day of PAE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was horrible, to say the least. P'haps I'm just one of those stupid emotional idiots who cry at the slightest departure - or parting - of sorts. P'haps I'm just one of the few who feel so much from the past 6 weeks. P'haps... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;s&gt;last&lt;/s&gt; walk out of NYJC was the most heart-wrenching ever. My tears were literally squeezed out of their glands, with the grip of reality that overcame me. It was just a tad too much to bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; after all has been said and done, I think to myself: "Why do I bother leaving?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I cannot but look away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-7568734751993574652?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/7568734751993574652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/7568734751993574652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/02/youre-all-that-i-hoped-id-find-in-every.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R7mVMtgq0cI/AAAAAAAAA0E/Q7N2n5-7oCQ/s72-c/Free2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-3209793694376373374</id><published>2008-02-17T22:16:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T21:07:10.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;With you I could bring out all the love, that I have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;With you there’s a heaven, so earth ain’t so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;And tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;When will our eyes meet, when can I touch you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;When will this strong yearning end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;And when will I hold you again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Been a long time since I updated. Unfortunately it's 'cuz I'd left my camera with someone by accident; thus the camwhorage is badly lacking. And hence, this post is dedicated to that person.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R7gWCNgq0bI/AAAAAAAAAz8/FZV-Cke1s3M/s1600-h/P1040765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R7gWCNgq0bI/AAAAAAAAAz8/FZV-Cke1s3M/s320/P1040765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167904799649878450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have I ever mentioned how connected we are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is dedicated to you, only 'cuz you're one of the best-est of all 'em babes :] Honestly, I must thank God for having put you in my life for such a long time now; we haven't always been talking but sometimes I guess presence of existence is more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And as if this public declaration is not sufficient.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder: How many "nice, miss-able, funny, smart, petite, soccer-loving, lovable, small but cute &amp;amp; sexy-voiced" people are there in this world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely more than one, but she knows she's special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:230%;"  &gt;Thank you, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the last day of PAE at NYJC. I'm going to miss everything a hell lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;)':&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-3209793694376373374?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/3209793694376373374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/3209793694376373374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/02/with-you-i-could-bring-out-all-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R7gWCNgq0bI/AAAAAAAAAz8/FZV-Cke1s3M/s72-c/P1040765.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-4219167209933424344</id><published>2008-02-13T23:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T23:49:44.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;And how can I stand here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;And not be moved by you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Would you tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"How could it be any better than this?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R7MQL9gq0ZI/AAAAAAAAAzs/Yw_7g4Vl_Mc/s1600-h/P1040848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R7MQL9gq0ZI/AAAAAAAAAzs/Yw_7g4Vl_Mc/s320/P1040848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166490995200283026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R7MROdgq0aI/AAAAAAAAAz0/cBY2OZ9eLWM/s1600-h/P1040851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R7MROdgq0aI/AAAAAAAAAz0/cBY2OZ9eLWM/s320/P1040851.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166492137661583778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(8 hours, 3 batches, 72 brownies &amp;amp; 1,000,000+++ portions love of later...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY VALENTINES' DAY&lt;/span&gt;, in advance &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-4219167209933424344?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/4219167209933424344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/4219167209933424344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-how-can-i-stand-here-with-you-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R7MQL9gq0ZI/AAAAAAAAAzs/Yw_7g4Vl_Mc/s72-c/P1040848.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-1283336537482027910</id><published>2008-02-12T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T21:47:27.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;The sheets are engulfing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Know that I need you, I want you, I'm dying for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Here in my heart where my veins are combusting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;All that I've learned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I'm learning I'm falling for you, now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R7GKVNgq0YI/AAAAAAAAAzk/AUCBalLleO4/s1600-h/P1040819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R7GKVNgq0YI/AAAAAAAAAzk/AUCBalLleO4/s320/P1040819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166062344579240322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OG27&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was our last CT together as an OG, 'cuz next Tuesday our JAE Posting Results will be out. Was held in the canteen, as an informal setting kind-of-thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other OGs were so happening - they'd ordered Pizza and everything to "celebrate". We seemed pretty miserable so Mrs Lee treated each of us to a cup of Milo! :] Awh. (HAHA, but anyway our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; party is on the 23rd; looking forward to it, yo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography Lecture was cancelled today 'cuz our Human Geog Lecturer  - a.k.a. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr Metrosexual&lt;/span&gt; - was on Sick Leave. School ended freaking early, like after CT. Didn't feel like going home. It's stupid to be home at 2pm when you're a JC student, hahaha. Hung around with GFP, Sister and Fatty. It was sianzationxzxz to the max (ttm)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, can't wait for tomorrow (again). 'Cuz I'll be rushing home straight after Assembly in order to bake BROWNIES for all 'em lucky people who will be receiving my Valentines' Day gift! :] My current Valentines' Day List amounts to about 70 people, so you had better hope your name's included in there! HAHAHA. But this gig also means I'll have to skip training and that's leaving me so torn. Gahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentines' is on it's way &amp;amp; lovelovelove is in that air! Going out with EXCO on Thursday 'cuz they're people I love ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sorethroat is getting so bad even though I feel fine ): By afternoon I started to sound really hoarse. And now, I just totally sound like a guy! My Mom called back just now and when I answered the phonecall she was like, "Eh? How come your voice turn so sexy ah?" D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk, so I bet now with my "sexy get-out-of-bed hair" - or so Shah puts it - and this super sexy voice of mine.. I MUST BE THE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ULTIMATE&lt;/span&gt;, RIGHTRIGHTRIGHT? :] &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh goodness me, the way I fuel my ego is just amazing&lt;/span&gt;. (A to the Z to the G, man!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I've an announcement to make! On the 14th of February, this Thursday, I'll be taking part in the Literature Poetry Recital at NYJC. It's held during CLB at the Library :] Ohmysheesh, I am so totally freaking out. Can't believe that I got chosen to recite my poem. &lt;s&gt;And best part is I'm doing it alone&lt;/s&gt;. The only thing I take consolation in is that my Lit HOD actually liked the poem I'd composed :] Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; NOW I'M SUPPOSED TO BE HIGH, TTM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Because you're worth every love song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-1283336537482027910?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/1283336537482027910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/1283336537482027910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/02/sheets-are-engulfing-you-know-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R7GKVNgq0YI/AAAAAAAAAzk/AUCBalLleO4/s72-c/P1040819.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-6725482320079590566</id><published>2008-02-11T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T22:31:09.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Don't act like an angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;You're fallen again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;You're no superhero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I've found in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;So lie to me once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;And tell me everything will be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R7Bbsdgq0XI/AAAAAAAAAzc/I97PUhrpXfI/s1600-h/TiedHeart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R7Bbsdgq0XI/AAAAAAAAAzc/I97PUhrpXfI/s400/TiedHeart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165729591987982706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tied-up&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in strings her heart is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was hardly disappointing. I'd fun, to say the least! Didn't camwhore as much, but I guess 41 photos - though not all with me inside, doh! - for a day is quite a number, hah D: Gay FMSS Person and I did spend good time together. And it was well-spent, might I add. Mhm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flu is getting worse. Hence, I ought to sleep more tonight. (Alright, there goes a mental note.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now, random fact:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shahrin. says:&lt;br /&gt;you're a sprinter whattt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shahrin. says:&lt;br /&gt;you have lightning legs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Fern And O] Soccer and sleeping. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Fern And O] Soccer and sleeping. says:&lt;br /&gt;u can be  some like lightning winger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA people actually like to use the word "lightning" (?!) on me :] Woohoo, does that mean I'm fast? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why, thank you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, couldn't resist the temptation to play Soccer today. Staying away from the ball is just.. WRONG ): And it's impossible. Oh bugger, no stuffy nose is going to stop me, mannnn ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tomorrow will be another _______ day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;This heart, fond of one too many.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-6725482320079590566?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/6725482320079590566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/6725482320079590566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/02/dont-act-like-angel-youre-fallen-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R7Bbsdgq0XI/AAAAAAAAAzc/I97PUhrpXfI/s72-c/TiedHeart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-3705626720046091549</id><published>2008-02-10T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T20:30:15.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;The hardest things to say are the words that mean the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;So I'll bite my tongue 'til it bleeds and I doubt you'll even know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;The easiest things to fake are feelings to fool someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;And I've been tricked for so long by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;That I spent these last few months in my own hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R68NE9gq0VI/AAAAAAAAAzM/CSM_R5j56ZM/s1600-h/Glamour2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R68NE9gq0VI/AAAAAAAAAzM/CSM_R5j56ZM/s320/Glamour2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165361676499472722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Strike a pose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;if you may.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't have much time to blog 'cuz my parents are chasing me off to bed. And it doesn't help that I'm ill ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is, somehow, I'm glad Monday is here! In just a few hours. No OG breakfast tomorrow, thanks to the Angel &amp;amp; Mortal briefing we're having in school. But nonetheless, I've an extremely exciting appointment tomorrow :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Tell me something I wanna hear.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-3705626720046091549?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/3705626720046091549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/3705626720046091549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/02/hardest-things-to-say-are-words-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R68NE9gq0VI/AAAAAAAAAzM/CSM_R5j56ZM/s72-c/Glamour2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-1764053170820397851</id><published>2008-02-09T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T18:24:24.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Lean into my kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;And close those deep-blue-need-you eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Don't know what I did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;To earn a love like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;But baby, I must be doing something right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R618Gdgq0UI/AAAAAAAAAzE/eQrIxsCUlNo/s1600-h/Sunglasses2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R618Gdgq0UI/AAAAAAAAAzE/eQrIxsCUlNo/s320/Sunglasses2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164920798106538306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sultry&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz she knows that's all you'd ever want her to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just spent a gazillion hours on the computer trying to edit my blogskin. Finally, it's done. (Can't say it's a masterpiece but, it's kind of my first try!) Oh bugger, am I glad D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday's coming and that can only mean one thing: SCHOOL. Still, am eagerly waiting for the little appointment set by the gay FMSS person and I. Much fun, it shall be. And I just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;choose&lt;/span&gt; to believe so. HAHAHA. Lessons, will prolly have to wait :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have developed a sorethroat thanks to all that sleeping late ): And to think I've hardly eaten any CNY goodies this year! This is annoying me to the maxxxx. Speaking of sleeping, all of us did sleep last night, in the end. I mean, we (obviously) failed to "stay up all night". How loser, nyehhhh :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relatives coming over again this evening - which is, right about now, p'haps - for Karaoke and the ilk. Mhm, so I guess this is what the Lunar New Year is all about: Familyfamilyfamilyfoodfamilyfamilyfamily ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The secret of the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is written in the stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-1764053170820397851?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/1764053170820397851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/1764053170820397851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/02/lean-into-my-kiss-and-close-those-deep.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R618Gdgq0UI/AAAAAAAAAzE/eQrIxsCUlNo/s72-c/Sunglasses2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-6223775251510124481</id><published>2008-02-08T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T01:10:08.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Well, we could carve hearts out of falling stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Chase the wind down the winding streets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Ride in cars for hours to nowhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;We're a mess, but that's fine, 'cause it's you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;We're a mess, but that's fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R6yIw7IJ2GI/AAAAAAAAAy0/Gh9IhQTcdf0/s1600-h/P1040572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R6yIw7IJ2GI/AAAAAAAAAy0/Gh9IhQTcdf0/s200/P1040572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164653246774106210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the many photos we took today :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 of CNY Celebrations. Maternal's side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was boring-er than ever, kind of. (Other than the fact that my cousin and I managed to find joy in camwhoring, of some sort!) ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will prolly put up a collage soon, I guess. If I find the time to create one, that is. Oh and that reminds me: the photos have to be put up onto FB as well. Damn ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousins are over for a sleepover stroke slumber party stroke stay-up-all-night gig! :] WONDERFUL. And dearest Athalie is sitting beside me now, telling me what to blog. (Dictating, I'd say.) I guess, that's why I can't think straight D: Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY DEAREST DEBORAH YEW! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Don't forget our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Baked Beans&lt;/span&gt;; he still loves you to the maxxxx.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;P/S. I Love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-6223775251510124481?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/6223775251510124481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/6223775251510124481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/02/well-we-could-carve-hearts-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R6yIw7IJ2GI/AAAAAAAAAy0/Gh9IhQTcdf0/s72-c/P1040572.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-2131598219573519563</id><published>2008-02-08T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T01:47:29.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Had it been another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I might have looked the other way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And I'd have never been aware&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;But as it is I'll dream of you tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let's just say, "it's alright".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-2131598219573519563?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/2131598219573519563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/2131598219573519563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/02/had-it-been-another-day-i-might-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-1739355600203046129</id><published>2008-02-07T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T01:16:14.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Let's say we're happy even though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;We know we're both done trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;How would we know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;That we'd both end up crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;They say let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I guess we're still stuck trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R6ru3rIJ2EI/AAAAAAAAAyk/Rb--5Sx-l3g/s1600-h/P1040404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R6ru3rIJ2EI/AAAAAAAAAyk/Rb--5Sx-l3g/s200/P1040404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164202562970835010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Steph dearest! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up to go to school for the Lunar New Year Celebrations. As I was walking into NYJC, I saw Joshua walking out. He was going to Xin Min. Haha, that made me want to go back to Cedar. But in the end I stayed in NY. Fickle-minded, I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrations were funky. Guess the part that differed from Secondary School is that the teachers actually perform as well, hah. The CL Dept tried to put up some performance. And at the last part, Mr Kwek's speech blew us away (again, and as usual!) He totally rocks to the max :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were released at 0915h! Amazing, I'd say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, met Chenyang and the rest at Somerset. Was pleasantly surprised to see Ms Jau! She'd flown back from Sydney :] Ahhh, sure felt like the good ol' days.. 5 years ago when we were all 12!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who were present: Me, Cheryl, Audrey, Kimberley, Chenyang, Kirk, Wee Tseng &amp;amp; Ms Jau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R6ruG7IJ2DI/AAAAAAAAAyc/8GmWja7fUdY/s1600-h/P1040414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R6ruG7IJ2DI/AAAAAAAAAyc/8GmWja7fUdY/s200/P1040414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164201725452212274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Group shot of those who turned up :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at Hong Kong Cafe in Cine, then roamed around for a bit. The catching up part was good; somehow, it warms the heart to know that even after so long we're still able to talk like good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, meeting some of our Primary School friends in our respective JCs now also serves as timely reminder, how small Singapore - and this world, for that matter - is.. Some way or another, we're all intertwined in this big mass (mess) of a human race. The only thing that keeps us apart (or brings us back together again) is time ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos for both the above mentioned events up on FB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R6riDrIJ2CI/AAAAAAAAAyU/rr77gBjUSZU/s1600-h/P1040465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R6riDrIJ2CI/AAAAAAAAAyU/rr77gBjUSZU/s200/P1040465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164188475478104098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With the Aunts (on my Dad's side) :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visitations ended slightly earlier today, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was just talking to the gay FMSS person online and we agreed that, as we grow older the spirit for stuff just dies down so easily. Mehhh. This CNY just feels slightly different (save for the unusually chilly weather), and so was the recent Christmas season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oddly enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, am thankful for the break from school. Thinking about the fact that there are only 6 more official school days before the JAE Posting Results freaks me out. Not so much the outcome of where I'm posted to - no, not at all - but more so that I'm leaving NYJC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:70%;"&gt;(In my own quiet ways, I hate myself for choosing to go. Everything is a risk taken, I know. But the struggle - endless. We all have to move on sometimes.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-1739355600203046129?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/1739355600203046129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/1739355600203046129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/02/lets-say-were-happy-even-though-we-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R6ru3rIJ2EI/AAAAAAAAAyk/Rb--5Sx-l3g/s72-c/P1040404.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-8643984100126921864</id><published>2008-02-05T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T22:55:43.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Do you remember how it was oh all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;While I sang my song, till our songs were done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;It's just nice to be near you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Till the sun breaks our city street through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R6h0srIJ2BI/AAAAAAAAAyM/6XQNwoZF8SY/s1600-h/P1040351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R6h0srIJ2BI/AAAAAAAAAyM/6XQNwoZF8SY/s200/P1040351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163505283620263954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Daryl (Fatty) Tan Jin Hua, Me &amp;amp; Zachary (Mary Peter) Thio Si Kuan ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I like, I like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a crazy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped Econs Seminar early in the morning; prolly all of us were still experiencing some sort of a hangover from the previous night's "The One" Finals. Went to the library with Carlton and Joshua to slack. We ended up sleeping on the floor. Took photos - they'll be up on FB some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CT was awesome. We were intending to continue our games from last week. But time was set aside to plan an OG Outing/Farewell. (How thoughtful of the school; I think Mr Kwek rocks NYJC upside down!) And so we did come together to discuss. Farewell Party's most prolly going to be at Leonard's, on the 23rd of February :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I was waiting for Geog Lecture to arrive, my Mom called. She asked me to go get my hair done for CNY and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pon&lt;/span&gt; lessons instead. FUNKY TO THE MAX. And so I did, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that my hair's been cut &amp;amp; treated, it's super straight. Have got a new look as well. And I think the fact that I've a fringe now, Joshua and Leonard the 2 idiots I love so much as Buddies had better include me in the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chio&lt;/span&gt; girls list", HAHA! (Wtcd, I am like so totally one kind.)  Nyehhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've a P6 Gathering (Lunch) tomorrow at j8. Remind me again how cool we really are? 4 years since we left Rosyth. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lunar New Year is here. How soon. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm going to miss it all, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Your Love pulls me down like gravity;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-8643984100126921864?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/8643984100126921864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/8643984100126921864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/02/do-you-remember-how-it-was-oh-all-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R6h0srIJ2BI/AAAAAAAAAyM/6XQNwoZF8SY/s72-c/P1040351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-6687619594460522965</id><published>2008-02-05T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T22:21:39.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I was hoping you’d show me something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;What you gave me was black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;And I’m giving it back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;And you haven’t changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;And I wasn’t lying&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I wasn't lying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R6hj97IJ1_I/AAAAAAAAAxw/n6t9yQDQ1VY/s1600-h/P1040321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R6hj97IJ1_I/AAAAAAAAAxw/n6t9yQDQ1VY/s200/P1040321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163486888275335154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yinxue and us, at the Finals of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The One"&lt;/span&gt; :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R6hmabIJ2AI/AAAAAAAAAx4/dxDqkx6KfiY/s1600-h/P1040322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R6hmabIJ2AI/AAAAAAAAAx4/dxDqkx6KfiY/s200/P1040322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163489576924862466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt; Green Balloon &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This was supposed to be yesterday's post but I was too tired after reaching home at 11plus, post-concert.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TAY YINXUE&lt;/span&gt; of Cedar Girls' Secondary won the NYJC Singing Competition "The One" organized by the 30th SC. She rocks to the maxxx! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the concert the Cedarians + all other Yinxue supporters were being so high and everything :] Only 'cuz Yinxue's really really good! She has a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Voice of Gold&lt;/span&gt;, and will serenade you, I swear. The sound will just penetrate right through your chest and melt that heart of yours, that you'll be compelled to vote for her (in every other competition). It's almost - dare I say - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hypnotizing&lt;/span&gt; D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, had a helluva time and my crazy idea of running up on stage when Yinxue won was quite well pulled off. For one, people around school now look at us Blue &amp;amp; Grey beings in a much different light - we are high &amp;amp; hiiiigggghhhhhh :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Photos uploaded onto Facebook; access 'em via the link on the right-hand side column!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed home after the concert with Joshua 'cuz it was my Mom's birthday. Had to make up for when I'd &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pangseh&lt;/span&gt;-ed him earlier on in the day by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pon&lt;/span&gt;-ing PE and going out with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his &lt;/span&gt;OG Mates instead. (Weird, huh?) Heh D:  Rachel dearest went, so I followed her! And Fernando was around too, hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, my Mom was half-asleep already. Mehhhh, had to get her more alive for our Birthday Song, photo-taking and cake-cutting. Just since I always do this ceremoniously for people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOM! :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-6687619594460522965?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/6687619594460522965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/6687619594460522965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-was-hoping-youd-show-me-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R6hj97IJ1_I/AAAAAAAAAxw/n6t9yQDQ1VY/s72-c/P1040321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-3580775751738759657</id><published>2008-02-03T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T19:02:58.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Like a million parachutes, the snow's coming down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I'll lock up the front door and turn the lights down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I'll put on some records and wait for the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;All those million parachutes now a blanket of white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R6V5ubIJ17I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/ldLQB0c6nm0/s1600-h/SpecsCollage.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R6V5ubIJ17I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/ldLQB0c6nm0/s320/SpecsCollage.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162666386313041842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE LATEST &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;FASHIONISTA LOOK&lt;/span&gt;! :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Trend set by Jocelyn - centre person of top row)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't posted for days. Somehow, each time I get to the 'Create Post' page, I blank out and get distracted by other things like my MSN Conversation windows D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, been an eventful weekend of some sort. Based on what I can remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zachary (Mary Peter) Thio Si Kuan brought friends from SAJC to crash NYJC! And guess what, Carlton, Morgan and I were in the canteen when all of a sudden this familiar-looking Marist walked up to Carlton. IT WAS JONATHAN HAHAHA. Amazing, indeed. One kind of small, this world is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel - or so that girl who was with them is called - is planning to come to NYJC! Prolly that's why she crashed. But the other Marist guy, he's too smart for all this. TJC is his calling, I believe. And hence, he came just for the fun of it, and ended up sleeping during Geog Lecture. (I took photos as usual, mwahahah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R6V8rbIJ18I/AAAAAAAAAxY/UHVpxeH0j4o/s1600-h/P1040038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R6V8rbIJ18I/AAAAAAAAAxY/UHVpxeH0j4o/s200/P1040038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162669633308317634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Him, ZMPTSK &amp;amp; me at the back in blue!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met my Dad for lunch at AMKHub after school. First time I'd left school so early, at 1230h. There wasn't training either. (Pity, 'cuz I miss training.) Honestly, I'd plans to crash VJ but decided it wasn't worth it D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer Tournament Match #3! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R6V9XbIJ19I/AAAAAAAAAxg/wnxcQGoWW5M/s1600-h/P1040131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R6V9XbIJ19I/AAAAAAAAAxg/wnxcQGoWW5M/s200/P1040131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162670389222561746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Acting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;zai&lt;/span&gt;, NYJC Girls' Soccer &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lost to UWCSEA, as expected. But we weren't bitter about it, at all. Have never been, anyway. It's always more of how we play the Game, and how much we enjoy it that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I must say, we all played well. It's almost as good as the J2s' last match. Pretty sad, it was. But that's also why they were determined to go all out. (Possibly even with the intention of earning themselves a Yellow Card, should the need arise?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Aussies were HUGE. But I got rough and starting running into them like some crazed woman, hah. Couldn't be bothered, really. Though it was clear they were too formidable. It'd be impossible for me to knock any of 'em down! D: Especially the one I deemed "Giant" - she's prolly 180cm and bigger than my 19 year old brother. Freaky, to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reunion Dinner at night, was okay. Paternal's side. Yummy MSG-free food was prolly the best part of it all :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:70%;"&gt;Random thought: I've only got 'bout 7 more school days in my Blue &amp;amp; Grey. Damn, I'm going to miss it so very much ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;HAPPY SWEET SIXTEENTH, AVERY! :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll flap 'em Chicken Wings, just for you :] Hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-3580775751738759657?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/3580775751738759657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/3580775751738759657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/03/like-million-parachutes-snows-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R6V5ubIJ17I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/ldLQB0c6nm0/s72-c/SpecsCollage.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-4937404563055373352</id><published>2008-01-30T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T23:16:12.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Complete and total adoration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;My gift to you, my heart was yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;In ten weeks you shaped it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;In one night you murdered it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Torn from my chest and laid at your feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R6CRBbIJ14I/AAAAAAAAAw4/uipTTGrlrGY/s1600-h/P1040003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R6CRBbIJ14I/AAAAAAAAAw4/uipTTGrlrGY/s200/P1040003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161284626614441858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jessica's birthday celebration!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a tiring day, but I'd loads of fun ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not exactly thinking now; my brain's currently malfunctioning ): Mehhhh. But yes, the 2 main highlights today are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY, JESSICA :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OG27 celebrated it for her after school at LDF. We'd a cute cake and everything. The present was this plushie we'd shared the cost for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other highlight happened after school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R6CTqrIJ15I/AAAAAAAAAxA/9w78nn2eDRk/s1600-h/P1040028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R6CTqrIJ15I/AAAAAAAAAxA/9w78nn2eDRk/s200/P1040028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161287534307301266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NYJC Girls' Soccer Team&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer Tournament Match #2. Played against GESS today - the German girls. They're so good, I tell you ): We were thrashed, 10-0! Yes, believe it. HAHA. Nevertheless, it was a Good Game, and I mean it :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach said we played better. And so did our Captains. Plus, right now I'm feeling so egoistic just 'cuz Coach praised me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Good running"&lt;/span&gt;, was what she said :] And I'm sure, la! I mean, today was the first time ever since I stopped training in Cedar that I'd sprinted so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good push today, though. The player I was marking was crazily fasttttt. Some kind of Speed Machine ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I need sleep, pronto. Stupid Econs Test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-4937404563055373352?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/4937404563055373352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/4937404563055373352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/01/complete-and-total-adoration-my-gift-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R6CRBbIJ14I/AAAAAAAAAw4/uipTTGrlrGY/s72-c/P1040003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-8647420595094118958</id><published>2008-01-29T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T22:54:10.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Now I do as I please, and I lie through my teeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Someone might get hurt, but it won't be me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I should probably feel cheap, but I just feel free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Ain't it the truth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R588J7IJ13I/AAAAAAAAAww/60HSE1YrCMw/s1600-h/P1030971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R588J7IJ13I/AAAAAAAAAww/60HSE1YrCMw/s200/P1030971.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160909839178258290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sarah, I miss you!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been pretty much okay, though recently, it's turning into a nightmare. Mini one, thankfully. (But even then.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't think straight right now. The few &lt;s&gt;random&lt;/s&gt; points in my mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Soccer Tournament Match 2 tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;2. Today was a helluva day.&lt;br /&gt;3. Betrayal is the last thing I need.&lt;br /&gt;4. Commend me for not skipping Geog Seminar today :]&lt;br /&gt;5. Can't wait for Jessica's Birthday Celebration thing.&lt;br /&gt;6. Joshua Tan if you're here, I'm angry so go awaaayyyyyy ):&lt;br /&gt;7. ____ Trouble, Burst My Bubble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Econs test on Thursday. After tomorrow's Match I won't have time to mug. I can just go and die now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I hate the way I've been blogging.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-8647420595094118958?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/8647420595094118958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/8647420595094118958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/01/now-i-do-as-i-please-and-i-lie-through.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R588J7IJ13I/AAAAAAAAAww/60HSE1YrCMw/s72-c/P1030971.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-8942104118068387517</id><published>2008-01-27T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T23:03:00.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 17th, Wanping! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5ybEbIJ12I/AAAAAAAAAwo/RJxSt3nWedg/s1600-h/Picture+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5ybEbIJ12I/AAAAAAAAAwo/RJxSt3nWedg/s200/Picture+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160169773363484514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love you so much, BFFAEZXZXZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Babe, you mean too muchhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;You, Me, Us, Time&lt;/span&gt; :]&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-8942104118068387517?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/8942104118068387517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/8942104118068387517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-17th-wanping-love-you-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5ybEbIJ12I/AAAAAAAAAwo/RJxSt3nWedg/s72-c/Picture+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-1910171656026544258</id><published>2008-01-27T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T17:34:20.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:200%;"&gt;And the moment I clicked &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Submit"&lt;/span&gt;, the struggle was over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;SAJC: Here I come &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank God for wisdom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-1910171656026544258?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/1910171656026544258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/1910171656026544258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-moment-i-clicked-submit-struggle.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-8054923869151365526</id><published>2008-01-27T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T15:33:04.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I've got these perfect pictures in my head of possibility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;It was the words you whispered then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;They led me to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;You led me to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;But it's not right and you know it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5wmQ7IJ1yI/AAAAAAAAAwI/6ARrS9tu6SY/s1600-h/P1030958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5wmQ7IJ1yI/AAAAAAAAAwI/6ARrS9tu6SY/s200/P1030958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160041345251399458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michelle, my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soccer Buddyyyy&lt;/span&gt; :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning, had first match of the Soccer Tournament. Played against SRJC. Lost 1-0 to a penalty kick (in which the referee wrongly gave!). Aye, but nevertheless, we'd fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was pretty surprised Coach played me for the entire Second Half. Actually, it's amazing how I even got chosen into the 2nd Team. Good for Rachel and Peiqi; the only 2 J1s who played as part of the first 11!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Centre mid, I was. Oh bugger, other than having to run so much - which I actually don't really mind - I was put up against SR's mid-fielders. And they are all J2s ): How freaky and big. I didn't dare be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; aggressive. There's this person called Farah (#8) she's so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hiong&lt;/span&gt;, she kicked my ankle when I intercepted the ball. Now there's this bruise, oh what in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for Monday's training. Which is, tomorrow! HAHAHA :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Photos are uploaded onto FB. Click on the link in the right-hand side column under 'Picture-Perfect'!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the match, headed down to Dhoby Ghaut, PS with some of the seniors. Went to DAISO to buy stuff for Ke Li's birthday present! The seniors were getting so excited with all the cute things we found there. Think though it might seem inexpensive that everything's just $2, at the rate they chucked stuff into the basket, it'd easily amount to a fair sum D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met OGMs (and 1 OGL) for lunch. Morgan, Carlton, Cheryl and Albert. Nigel came later on, when I was about to leave for YF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5wqfbIJ1zI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/LRGevsFpTQ4/s1600-h/P1030961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5wqfbIJ1zI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/LRGevsFpTQ4/s200/P1030961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160045992406013746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ewww, I look ugly next to Morgan Estee Kek Yashi ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5wrfLIJ10I/AAAAAAAAAwY/4GAbqncgenM/s1600-h/P1030960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5wrfLIJ10I/AAAAAAAAAwY/4GAbqncgenM/s200/P1030960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160047087622674242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check out the dressing, yo!&lt;br /&gt;(I refuse to believe Nigel is a 17 year old to-be.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5wsNrIJ11I/AAAAAAAAAwg/QVGD-rlWDtQ/s1600-h/P1030964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5wsNrIJ11I/AAAAAAAAAwg/QVGD-rlWDtQ/s200/P1030964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160047886486591314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some kind of illusion?&lt;br /&gt;Nawww, it's just Carlton proving Albert's short! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have got no idea what in the world they did after I left for Bishan at 1530h. Think they managed to find something to do. Lunch was short but our conversation was pretty okay. Centred mainly on Soccer and JAE Choices. Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YF Camp Echo was good :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catching up with Sydney and all! Though not everyone was present. Oh well. Anyway, seeing Just reminded me of a very important announcement I forgot to make a few days ago D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ARMY GUYS ARE BACK. &lt;/span&gt;FINALLY, AFTER 2 WEEKS. MY BROTHER'S BACK, TOO! BUT HE'S ILL ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that aside. Prayer was good, with Junipher. We'll keep each other in prayer :] Stay strong, you. 'O' Levels, no biggggg ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm still so confused about where to go for JAE. My shitty results ain't giving me much choice. My fault, I'm sure. Spoke to some of the YFers after YF ended. Bob and Just were obviously asking me to go to SA, mehhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edric was being nice and encouraging :] He shared with me his 'O' Level results and said mine really weren't all too bad. I guess so. Thanks, you! But right after that he and Shaun were like going "ALAMAKKKK" (in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; manner) when I told them I was in Girls' Soccer -.- Stupid. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cannot believe I am so cool, I know D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, went for a Special Dinner with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated my Dad's birthday, my results (?!) and the fact that my brother's back. Actually my Dad's birthday's on the 29th, but since my brother's going to Camp tonight, it's got to be done earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:80%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Speaking of results. I can't help but think about it so much. My parents were talking about my cousin's again today and I felt like shit. I know I suck so bad. I suck worse than a straw. Sometimes I wish I could tell them all to 'shut up' and that I'm going to prove them otherwise in 2 years. But I won't. I'll wait, for the right time to shine. &lt;s&gt;Keeping it inside can be such a burden, but I don't give a shit. Let me diediedie&lt;/s&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturdays are busy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-8054923869151365526?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/8054923869151365526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/8054923869151365526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/01/ive-got-these-perfect-pictures-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5wmQ7IJ1yI/AAAAAAAAAwI/6ARrS9tu6SY/s72-c/P1030958.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-3499018607255020206</id><published>2008-01-25T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T23:19:42.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Say "nighty-night" and kiss me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Just hold me tight and tell me you’ll miss me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;While I’m alone and blue as can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Dream a little dream of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5n4-bIJ1wI/AAAAAAAAAv4/d75oQKOwloI/s1600-h/P1030880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5n4-bIJ1wI/AAAAAAAAAv4/d75oQKOwloI/s200/P1030880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159428599447148290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5n5g7IJ1xI/AAAAAAAAAwA/XmUFyQablBc/s1600-h/P1030884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5n5g7IJ1xI/AAAAAAAAAwA/XmUFyQablBc/s200/P1030884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159429192152635154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The day we declared it a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Non-School Day"&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those pictures were taken on the last day ever I thought I'd live to see myself happy: 23rd January 2008. Mehhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I pon-ed every single Lecture and Seminar that ran, on the Wednesday before the fateful Thursday D: It was, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some kind &lt;/span&gt;of an experience. But it's when you realise what good friends you've come to make, albeit temporal (or so I do believe). &lt;s&gt;But sometimes all we need is trust. Trust, Ely&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zhiwen, Jessica &amp;amp; Morgan&lt;/span&gt;: Thanks for all 'em memories. Playground and all :] Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Match tomorrow. Suddenly I'm getting butterflies in my stomach ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOOWMS told me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Like any other soccer fan, go in there and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; your favourite soccer player."&lt;/span&gt; Oh, how in the world? Bummer, I sure wouldn't want to have to do the Robot Dance when I do score. Even though it's cool, I admit. (HAHAHA Crouch I love youyouyou! ♥)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's going to be a busy day. Hopefully I can (finally) make it for an OG Outing :] Then it's YF Camp Echo thereafter! Sydney Sydney is the besttttt. Amazing I can still get this excited over everything. Carlton told me not to be emo. I won't, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That's why, darling, it's incredible - how someone so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unforgettable&lt;/span&gt;, would find &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unforgettable&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-3499018607255020206?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/3499018607255020206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/3499018607255020206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/01/say-nighty-night-and-kiss-me-just-hold.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5n4-bIJ1wI/AAAAAAAAAv4/d75oQKOwloI/s72-c/P1030880.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-4696261056429120872</id><published>2008-01-25T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T15:12:16.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And when he said this to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:90%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you'll be okay. take that piece of paper out, the paper that reads "HOPE". hold on to that, for we've done our best. it's not the results, it's the process. now i believe that claim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:90%;" &gt;Doubt not, for you're adequate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:90%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears down my cheeks; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why, oh why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;But you fill me up, just like a balloon.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-4696261056429120872?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/4696261056429120872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/4696261056429120872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-when-he-said-this-to-me-youll-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-4390908507726078413</id><published>2008-01-25T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T09:57:08.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;When you sail across the ocean waters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;And you reach the other side safely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Could you smile a little smile for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;'Cause I'll be thinkin' about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I'll be thinkin' about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth hath no sorrow Heaven cannot heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite having this hangover feeling - prolly from getting drunk with grief - I'm pretty much okay. Am learning to get over it, and to be thankful for what He has given me. After all, I've thought about it, and it's true; my results are merely a painful reminder of the past. It's a punishment for the shit I've done in Secondary School. I know now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:80%;"&gt;(If at this point of time you don't already know how it turned out for me, don't bother asking. I'm sick of those questions already. You're going to make me feel worse than I already do. And take my word for it, I will screw you over so bad. Basically, STAY AWAY.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results aside, am thankful for friends. On the way to school, Sam messaged me. He was encouraging and told me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Don't worry because it will not take away the burden, but instead the strength for tomorrow"&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks, Sam ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, was good to be back in Cedar. I miss the school so much - both place &amp;amp; people. Friends, teachers, juniors, values, stories, moments, practices, memories.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIFE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5kvgrIJ1kI/AAAAAAAAAuY/I38f5pr-r9A/s1600-h/P1030928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5kvgrIJ1kI/AAAAAAAAAuY/I38f5pr-r9A/s200/P1030928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159207086508856898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5kxZrIJ1lI/AAAAAAAAAug/ZvXI1JAtmjE/s1600-h/P1030929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5kxZrIJ1lI/AAAAAAAAAug/ZvXI1JAtmjE/s200/P1030929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159209165273028178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The new Prefects' Room (PR) is so nice,&lt;br /&gt;like&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; twice the size&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5kyQLIJ1mI/AAAAAAAAAuo/qC6xA4E_7Sw/s1600-h/P1030931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5kyQLIJ1mI/AAAAAAAAAuo/qC6xA4E_7Sw/s200/P1030931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159210101575898722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;EXCO and our coloured socks O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5ky-LIJ1nI/AAAAAAAAAuw/D0N-QYlWqAs/s1600-h/P1030932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5ky-LIJ1nI/AAAAAAAAAuw/D0N-QYlWqAs/s200/P1030932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159210891849881202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5kzgLIJ1oI/AAAAAAAAAu4/tpkIjvy18ss/s1600-h/P1030933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5kzgLIJ1oI/AAAAAAAAAu4/tpkIjvy18ss/s200/P1030933.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159211475965433474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;amp; I miss taking photos of Eunice, Inez and Deborah like this,&lt;br /&gt;like how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I used to&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5k0QbIJ1pI/AAAAAAAAAvA/l55WznpdyME/s1600-h/P1030935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5k0QbIJ1pI/AAAAAAAAAvA/l55WznpdyME/s200/P1030935.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159212304894121618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cedar's excellent results :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Click for enlarged view.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5k017IJ1qI/AAAAAAAAAvI/i-kLwdYAPJg/s1600-h/P1030936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5k017IJ1qI/AAAAAAAAAvI/i-kLwdYAPJg/s200/P1030936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159212949139216034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4/O's table of &lt;s&gt;impending doom&lt;/s&gt; D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5k30rIJ1sI/AAAAAAAAAvY/h0kanRhS-ro/s1600-h/27Dresses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5k30rIJ1sI/AAAAAAAAAvY/h0kanRhS-ro/s320/27Dresses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159216226199262914" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My supposed EXCO Outing thereafter was a bit screwed up. Abi, Vicky and Arica all had other commitments so it was left with Sin, Jen, Ping and I. Caught the flick "27 Dresses" (actually we'd chosen it really because of Vicky but in the end she didn't come?!). Thought it'd be bimbotic but. Turned out to be pretty romantic [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I teared at the end, when she got married. And it's pretty rare I actually cry at the movies, mind you. Well. P'haps it was just that I was already emotional yesterday, to begin with D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5k-yLIJ1vI/AAAAAAAAAvw/HS4Do6Nrdio/s1600-h/P1030938-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Italic" title="Italic" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 4);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5k-yLIJ1vI/AAAAAAAAAvw/HS4Do6Nrdio/s200/P1030938-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159223879830984434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just miss EXCO, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this much&lt;/span&gt; ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:120%;"&gt;&amp;amp; to You, my Stalker:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:75%;"&gt;Sing me something soft,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:75%;"&gt;Sad and delicate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:75%;"&gt;Or loud and out of key;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:75%;"&gt;Sing me anything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:75%;"&gt;We're glad for what we've got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:200%;" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:200%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;♥&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-4390908507726078413?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/4390908507726078413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/4390908507726078413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/01/when-you-sail-across-ocean-waters-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5kvgrIJ1kI/AAAAAAAAAuY/I38f5pr-r9A/s72-c/P1030928.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-2159759585484627411</id><published>2008-01-23T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T22:30:47.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;There must be something wrong with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;My mind is just a sickly little alibi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;And why am I surprised you're giving up on me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"Goodbye", the word you're wielding like a knife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5dO3rIJ1jI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/CTRUimvrJvM/s1600-h/P1030918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5dO3rIJ1jI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/CTRUimvrJvM/s200/P1030918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158678616552887858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy moments, exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dying to finish off this sorry self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results tomorrow. I feel angsty. But perfect timing, you do have. Was it intentional? Or was the blade just attracted to the dummy. I honestly cannot tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Stupid idiot egghead mehhhface) D:&lt;br /&gt;Oh just kill me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-2159759585484627411?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/2159759585484627411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/2159759585484627411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/01/there-must-be-something-wrong-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5dO3rIJ1jI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/CTRUimvrJvM/s72-c/P1030918.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-1114403528830526494</id><published>2008-01-21T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T22:40:48.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;'Walking on a tightrope says:&lt;br /&gt;i've got a confession to make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥Thy, my Knight of all. says:&lt;br /&gt;Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Walking on a tightrope says:&lt;br /&gt;didnt see you around in school these few days and i kinda missed you :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph is so sweet! Thanks, Babe [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's what the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt; does, I swear. I feel like shit now - useless, small, paltry.. And the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;So here's my hand; pull me up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-1114403528830526494?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/1114403528830526494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/1114403528830526494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/01/walking-on-tightrope-says-ive-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-3599010423970908359</id><published>2008-01-21T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T22:12:58.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Wait outside I hope the air will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Serve to remind you that my heart is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;As cold as the clouds of your breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;And my words are as timed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;As the beating in my chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5SieptMT2I/AAAAAAAAAuI/eZ_V7klMdAU/s1600-h/P1030811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5SieptMT2I/AAAAAAAAAuI/eZ_V7klMdAU/s200/P1030811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157926120721239906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Janelle, at the Grand Stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and did I forget to mention: I wore Cheryl's SNGS pinafore today. Felt pretty weird in one; haven't put on something like that since 4 years ago (the Rosyth uniform). Still, enjoyed prancing around in a dress-like thing. But pretty annoying when the wind blows, mehhhh D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't manage to find my boots. Am going to Queensway tomorrow. But now I have CH telling me he can get me a 30% discount for Adidas boots. What in the world? This is confusing the shit out of me ): As it is, dragged my sick self around Singapore today just looking for a pair of shoes. Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be going to school tomorrow. Even though Leonard told me, "Eh if you're sick tomorrow don't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;act man&lt;/span&gt; and come school okay. Later you halfway go back again". Heh, I was never &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;acting&lt;/span&gt; "man", okay! (Have always been part-guy, hahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help, Econs Tutorial nowwwww.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-3599010423970908359?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/3599010423970908359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/3599010423970908359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/01/wait-outside-i-hope-air-will-serve-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5SieptMT2I/AAAAAAAAAuI/eZ_V7klMdAU/s72-c/P1030811.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-6223670952557499015</id><published>2008-01-21T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T14:04:58.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I've got no place in my heart for a criminal like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;To dwell in this endeavor, make this last forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I'm just delirious, you can't be serious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;You're so infamous for leaving me a mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5QwuptMTyI/AAAAAAAAAto/_xISfZLa89A/s1600-h/P1030806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5QwuptMTyI/AAAAAAAAAto/_xISfZLa89A/s200/P1030806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157801051273580322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5QxHJtMTzI/AAAAAAAAAtw/BFHO5B-T_MQ/s1600-h/P1030807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5QxHJtMTzI/AAAAAAAAAtw/BFHO5B-T_MQ/s200/P1030807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157801472180375346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5Qxf5tMT0I/AAAAAAAAAt4/gOzeGrX-fIk/s1600-h/P1030808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5Qxf5tMT0I/AAAAAAAAAt4/gOzeGrX-fIk/s200/P1030808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157801897382137666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'Cuz you girls make me so happy ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our NY Cedarians' Birthday Celebration kind of thing this morning. It was so much fun, though I'd overslept 40 minutes and hence missed the crux: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE BIRTHDAY SONG&lt;/span&gt;, (Cedar Version)&lt;/span&gt;! Oh dangit ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, all 'em other Blue &amp;amp; Grey people were waiting for me in the Tennis Court. We did Billy Banja and made Yin Xue sing for us. Cedarians are always noisy and loud and we attract attention (or so some say), but who gives a damn? It's the passion and verve we actually feel, deep down inside of us all [: Plus, wearing the uniform just makes it all the more better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:80%;"&gt;(&amp;amp; I'm sorry Babes, I know the Blue &amp;amp; Grey is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sacred&lt;/span&gt; and I shouldn't have lent it out. Butbutbut.. Okay nevermind, just don't kill me. Anyway, if it makes y'all feel better, I know how hard it is, having earned our way to wearing only the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nicest uniform on Earth&lt;/span&gt;. If you're not a true Cedarian, it sure looks weird on you. So yes, we're the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only deserving ones&lt;/span&gt;, yeh? D: Bugger.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, I'm blogging at this time only because I came home early from school. Was having super bad diarrhoea tendencies. Carlton and Morgan walked me out of school. Morgan gave me the sweets (as promised!) and Carlton was so sweet. He carried my bag for me and flagged the cab. Even offered to pay for the fare but naturally I refused, even though he chucked $20 into my hands and sent me off D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that has made me happy today is the Cedar Celebration. Everything else was screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am playing Peacemaker for the OG. What kind of shit has arose, I've no idea. To think I thought my shit this morning - literally - was bad enough. Nyehhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have got to rest, so that I can recover for Lectures/Seminars tomorrow, Games' Day this Wednesday, training/results on Thursday, results on Friday and the Tournament Game on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer boots' shopping today. UK 7.5 [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, this is going to be so random but, I just realised my blog looks ugly on IE. Please, for all your eyes' sake, &lt;span style="font-size:120%;"&gt;DON'T VIEW MY BLOG ON IE&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Use FF&lt;/span&gt;, okay? Pretty, pretty please, with a durian on top ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S. If you don't understand what I just said about 'IE' and 'FF', you seriously need to brush up a bit on your Computer Language. Try taking up Computing as a H2 subject, maybe? D: Or better, go find out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-6223670952557499015?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/6223670952557499015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/6223670952557499015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/01/ive-got-no-place-in-my-heart-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5QwuptMTyI/AAAAAAAAAto/_xISfZLa89A/s72-c/P1030806.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-4860044183146514531</id><published>2008-01-20T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T22:58:07.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Your eyes tell the stories of a day you wish you could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Recall the moments that once have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Retract the footsteps that brought us to this favor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I wouldn't ask this of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5Nco5tMTwI/AAAAAAAAAtY/IY0IHhEFCsY/s1600-h/Calvin-Significant.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5Nco5tMTwI/AAAAAAAAAtY/IY0IHhEFCsY/s320/Calvin-Significant.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157567856024243970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Calvin is so cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Made my day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to post with a few announcements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;#1&lt;/span&gt; - EXPECT TO SEE ME IN SCHOOL TOMORROW Y'ALL :B&lt;/span&gt; I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;#2&lt;/span&gt; - I'M TAKING MY BRACES OFF ON TUESDAY, 22nd JAN.&lt;/span&gt; Hence, any photo requests with this Braceface had better be done, pronto. (Don't say I didn't inform you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;#3 &lt;/span&gt;- THINK FOR JAE, I'LL BE SIGNING UP FOR COUNCIL.&lt;/span&gt; Whichever JC I go, it don't matter. Elyssa has a Council face, and is totally Council-like. She cannot resist it any longer ): Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S. Couldn't find my size for Soccer boots. Getting 'em tomorrow, some place else, after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:90%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;And I've got You, to make me feel stronger&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-4860044183146514531?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/4860044183146514531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/4860044183146514531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/01/your-eyes-tell-stories-of-day-you-wish.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5Nco5tMTwI/AAAAAAAAAtY/IY0IHhEFCsY/s72-c/Calvin-Significant.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-4560149799831369735</id><published>2008-01-20T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T20:06:30.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;And I wonder where these dreams go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;When the world gets in your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;What's the point in all this screaming?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;No one's listening anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5MvZ5tMTuI/AAAAAAAAAtI/pr_47_5DUGY/s1600-h/Innocence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5MvZ5tMTuI/AAAAAAAAAtI/pr_47_5DUGY/s200/Innocence.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157518120302956258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just a little bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have taken ill since Saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the result of training and rushing into an air-conditioned LT without food for more than 2 hours. The stupid Parents'/JC Talk thing does wonders, I swear. I mean, surely you've to call one night of that and getting sick the next day..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; A TOTAL MIRACLE&lt;/span&gt;? D: Mehhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being this ill sucks. Threw up yesterday evening. Finally, after trying to do so the whole day. The entire process was too surreal; I felt like I could die. 'Cuz I couldn't breathe for a moment. It was freaky, trust me ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, still feeling light-headed. Have thought about not going to school tomorrow. Taking a break, of some sort. But ack, I've made too many commitments for Monday. Am going to have to miss Soccer, shit ): I know quite a few will be upset if I'm not around. Here's an MSN conv to prove it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Pez. said:&lt;br /&gt;tmr i give you sweet k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pez. said:&lt;br /&gt;then you'll get better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥This self-inflicted entropy. said:&lt;br /&gt;Okay [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pez. said:&lt;br /&gt;life without  elyssa feels weird even though im not close to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥This self-inflicted entropy. said:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for saying that,  Morgan. Haha, at least I know I've made an impact somewhere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥This self-inflicted entropy. said:&lt;br /&gt;[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥This self-inflicted entropy. said:&lt;br /&gt;Warms the heart, it does. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pez. said:&lt;br /&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awh, Morgan! ♥ And Leonard said if I don't go to school tomorrow he's going to miss me too D: My friends are so cute, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, tomorrow morning's our NY Cedarians' Birthday Celebration (random) kind of thing! Cannot miss it ): Our photoshoot day as well.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Note to self: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAMERA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can get my Soccer boots by tonight :B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-4560149799831369735?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/4560149799831369735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/4560149799831369735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-i-wonder-where-these-dreams-go-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R5MvZ5tMTuI/AAAAAAAAAtI/pr_47_5DUGY/s72-c/Innocence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-990679078047516293</id><published>2008-01-17T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T22:10:56.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Goodbye, goodnight my weary, weary world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I wish I had something I could leave you behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;But wind grows colder and the pain grows duller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Did you ever really care about me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R49cgptMTtI/AAAAAAAAAtA/m0TnobsKCPY/s1600-h/Me-PP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R49cgptMTtI/AAAAAAAAAtA/m0TnobsKCPY/s200/Me-PP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156441814383480530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp; I miss it so much I could cry ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since JC life started, everything's been flashing past. Almost in a whirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's never a day that goes by that I miss out on missing Cedar. Despite all the "negative" parts of the culture - like the discrimination, even elitism at that - there's no doubt it's a place I call 'Home'. 4 years I've spent there, and like Quincy said:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's etched. &lt;/span&gt;(And I've got 'em scars to prove it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYJC is homey, rather. But it's just not the same. At all. No doubt. I miss 'school', as I've come to know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on leaves one empty, if you look at it pessimistically. It's not a new beginning, it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; end. Another memory that p'haps most deem fitter to leave to the deepest recesses of one's mind. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I beg to differ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being in Cedar, there's this need to see the Life in action. Once more; no, all the time. Constantly and surely, like it's something to be fed upon. It's the drug I need in my veins. The very veins that pump this heart. For the heart, itself, sustains life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attending school everyday just reminds me of Cedar. Every time I look myself in the mirror, or see the other Cedarians walking around school in the Blue &amp;amp; Grey, I just wish I'd never have to change out of my uniform. It's what gives me identity. Security. Knowing we belong to somewhere or something, and knowing that somehow we are of worth is the basis of what keeps us going. People need to feel acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't things just stay this way? With the GCE 'O' Level results set to be released next week, I don't know what to think anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is coming together. But not in harmony.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-990679078047516293?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/990679078047516293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/990679078047516293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/01/goodbye-goodnight-my-weary-weary-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R49cgptMTtI/AAAAAAAAAtA/m0TnobsKCPY/s72-c/Me-PP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-8786925424906614503</id><published>2008-01-16T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T22:08:14.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn, it's 10pm and I feel like crap.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ELY. LIT. NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:60%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&amp;amp; I will my quietus make, with a bare bodkin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-8786925424906614503?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/8786925424906614503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/8786925424906614503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/01/damn-its-10pm-and-i-feel-like-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-4272877779932698495</id><published>2008-01-15T22:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T22:11:19.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;And if you don't love me, let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;And I am a writer, a writer of fictions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I am the heart that you call home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;And I've written pages upon pages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Trying to rid you from my bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R4y9XptMTsI/AAAAAAAAAs4/IAYR0xxBfhM/s1600-h/P1030800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R4y9XptMTsI/AAAAAAAAAs4/IAYR0xxBfhM/s200/P1030800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155703887462420162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Awhhhh :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Time for some Picture Description/Interpretation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Joshua.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua is hugging Kevin.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin likes being hugged.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua loves Kevin.&lt;br /&gt;(I think) Kevin loves Joshua.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua and Kevin look cute together.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua intends to spend more time with Kevin.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; vice versa ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay face it, Ely - you're cranky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tutorials galore, with little time. The need to rest, is looming over me like some huge, grey, threatening thundercloud. It's going to cause a storm much worse than the one I'd witnessed 2 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;... Oh, what Tragedy ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-4272877779932698495?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/4272877779932698495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/4272877779932698495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-if-you-dont-love-me-let-me-go-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R4y9XptMTsI/AAAAAAAAAs4/IAYR0xxBfhM/s72-c/P1030800.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-8835125587320911653</id><published>2008-01-14T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T22:41:15.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;And when you slammed the front door shut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;A lot of others opened up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;So did my eyes so I could see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;That you never were the best for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R4twgZtMTrI/AAAAAAAAAsw/zJ43xwOTYJI/s1600-h/Solitude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R4twgZtMTrI/AAAAAAAAAsw/zJ43xwOTYJI/s200/Solitude.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155337900414226098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some, would do good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am feeling bummed. (Guess this is when it all starts to settle in, huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a pretty long day, coupled with training from 5-7plus. This is the real JC life that one should be made to experience. The first week after Orientation was easy, but it'd cut us way too much slack. Jaded, in a nutshell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, though, I've got friends to get me through the day. In the same Seminar Group as me are Leonard, Seow Hwee, and Joshua [: But mostly, I hang with the guys, haha. Had some time playing ball passing today, between classes. Soccer is going to start meaning much more to me, in time to come; sense of purpose and fulfillment awaits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During training we played a game at the Parade Square. My team won with a 2-1 score! And guess who scored one of the 2 goals. (Mwahahah, I rock your house down, I knowwwww.) The other was brought home by Magdeline, GG O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's supposed to be my short day, 'cuz today's my long day. It has to work like that. But it ain't, so I've concluded the timetable is prolly screwed up ): When I complained to Joshua, the conversation went like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;joshua, no longer says:&lt;br /&gt;ermm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joshua, no longer says:&lt;br /&gt;coscos ur sleepy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joshua, no longer says:&lt;br /&gt;and ur experiencing a biological process&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joshua, no longer says:&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥The salt of most unrighteous tears. says:&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥The salt of most unrighteous tears. says:&lt;br /&gt;Good enough an answer ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the week to come - and for much longer than that, prolly even the rest of my life - I am to feel the tragedies in life. Act like Jean Grey. Concentrate for a while. Start getting weaker. Go, "Oh Scott!" and faint. &lt;s&gt;Into the arms of Romeo&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tis such be of a Literature student; hardly "a consummation devoutly to be wish'd".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To die, to sleep; to sleep: perchance to dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-8835125587320911653?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/8835125587320911653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/8835125587320911653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-when-you-slammed-front-door-shut.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R4twgZtMTrI/AAAAAAAAAsw/zJ43xwOTYJI/s72-c/Solitude.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-8490013782233433568</id><published>2008-01-13T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T21:43:56.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;This bitter pill to swallow is the silence that I keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;It poisons me I can't swim free the river is too deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Though I'm baptized by your touch I am no worse at most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;In love with your ghost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R4oQ2ptMTqI/AAAAAAAAAso/XE8QzgkGBLE/s1600-h/P1030785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R4oQ2ptMTqI/AAAAAAAAAso/XE8QzgkGBLE/s200/P1030785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154951254573338274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The highlight of all the lectures last week D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Click for enlarged view.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, went to Church earlier to help Joy with the organizing of the Clubhouse. This is prolly like, Round Two. But this time, with lesser "comrades" mobilized. 'Cuz apparently most of those who helped in Round One were not free. In the end, only Sam Tan, Charles and I were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YF was Team Launch! The workshop was pretty fun. I mean, with Sam Tan as group leader, how in the world can you go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;? Tsk. Anyway, Sam is supposed to stand in the hugging position 'til this morning 1030h. (Right, Joy? -Inside joke.) But in the end I didn't even see the "friend". Who's that, again? Sharon? Rachel? Sarah..? Okay nevermind, I give up D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Okay I got lost in my train of thoughts.- ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, somehow I don't seem all that excited for school tomorrow. Have got to find a poem for Lit. But I still love Lit, tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE and Soccer tomorrow, one after the other. I will be stick-skinny come post-8pm [: YAY? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credit the moodswings, all strange &amp;amp; jumpy behaviour to my period. PERIOD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-8490013782233433568?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/8490013782233433568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/8490013782233433568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-bitter-pill-to-swallow-is-silence.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R4oQ2ptMTqI/AAAAAAAAAso/XE8QzgkGBLE/s72-c/P1030785.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-7303470123810870784</id><published>2008-01-11T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T22:37:05.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;This story's getting old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;The home wrecker with a heart of gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Keep you locked up in the trunk in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Keep, keep talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Keep this alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meant to skip PE and meet Leonard at 11am, to make it in time for Math Lecture. (Which was, apparently, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; lecture I had that day.) But in the end my conscience got the better of me and I went to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pangseh&lt;/span&gt;-ed Leonard though; I forgot to tell him I was going to school, tsk. Anyway, if it made him feel any better, I was alone when the rest of the OG went for Chem Lecture. Spent time in the library studying Lit. Was so immersed that I ended up skipping PE all the same. 3 hours of studying Critical Terms for Literature. Loved it [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school there was supposed to be Mass Dance at the Atrium. But only the J2s seemed to be there. Besides, the OG guys wanted to play Soccer. They asked me to join just 'cuz I said I was going to join Girls' Soccer. Tsk, what the crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met MES for lunch instead. Went to RJ, hahaha. Saw quite a few Cedarians, 'cuz our uniform is so prominent! (All the more, amongst the sea of white/RI and navy blue/RGS.) Stupid MES kept claiming that I'd crashed RJ when all I did was to step into the canteen for barely 10 minutes -.- HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At j8, saw Abraham! He said Cedar uniform looks nice. Oh, but of course [: He's merely stating the obvious so don't mind him, really. Hah. Then, met An Shing at the Food Court. He's one kind of damn idiotic, wtcd. Kept talking about Japheth and I. Excuse me, wait 'til I start on your -ahem- Jennifer AND Rachel, then we'll see what you have to say. (Don't think just 'cuz you're RI/RJ then can suan me!) Nyehhhh O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thereafter, had a good long story-telling session with TOOWMS. It was two-way, so yeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks for that, you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother went into the Army today ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am pretty sad. Honestly, have thought about this day quite a bit. Especially since I entered Upper Secondary, with the study of Social Studies - I swear, the propaganda is like shit - I became much more aware. It seemed rather far away then, though. But now that it has happened, it's a strange feeling. I miss my brother ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh and I went to the Ceremony today. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pon&lt;/span&gt;-ed school&lt;/span&gt;; the FIRST TIME in my entire life! The camp site is better than I expected. Not too bad, I reckon. And guess who I saw! Theodore, HAHAHA. He was made to sweep leaves D: And when I called him, he looked sad. He just shook his head and didn't smile. Mannnnn.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serving the country is something every Son of Singapore should be proud of [: But the training is tough, I must say. All the best, y'all. Will be keeping every one of you in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Korkor: Takecare and trust in Him. Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Soccer training today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYJC Soccer is like, D: Sheesh. Especially for Girls' Soccer, it's much more of a recreational than competitive CCA. Still, it's fun. Playing games and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more in store, I'm sure. Cannot wait, cannot wait [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that aside, we're assigned to our Seminar Groups already. Am in S2A, together with Leonard and Seow Hwee. The new timetable is screwed up ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-7303470123810870784?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/7303470123810870784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/7303470123810870784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-storys-getting-old-home-wrecker.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-7167225552201937587</id><published>2008-01-09T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T21:23:15.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;And I'm lonely again tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I can feel it like a knot in my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;They keep saying this is part of the ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;But I'm not getting stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R4TAyJtMTpI/AAAAAAAAAsg/9-dIHDVB820/s1600-h/YoungLove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R4TAyJtMTpI/AAAAAAAAAsg/9-dIHDVB820/s200/YoungLove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153455841450151570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love Love;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Being in Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And dare I say, I don't care what it does to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over &amp;amp; over, but p'haps just not enough.&lt;br /&gt;But save your breath and keep that knife.&lt;br /&gt;My skin is tough; your blade just might not cut.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my Love, wouldn't we be &lt;u&gt;attractive&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;With eyeglasses full of stars, and plenty of paper for scenery paintings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen angels fall from blinding heights,&lt;br /&gt;But you yourself are nothing so divine;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Just next in line&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cuz you don't know what you do&lt;br /&gt;to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-7167225552201937587?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/7167225552201937587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/7167225552201937587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-im-lonely-again-tonight-i-can-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R4TAyJtMTpI/AAAAAAAAAsg/9-dIHDVB820/s72-c/YoungLove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-1886334063060486573</id><published>2008-01-09T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T20:15:46.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;It's out with the old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;And in with the new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Goodbye clouds of grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Hello skies of blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R4SvhJtMTfI/AAAAAAAAArQ/3ExLwD4MygM/s1600-h/P1030748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R4SvhJtMTfI/AAAAAAAAArQ/3ExLwD4MygM/s200/P1030748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153436857694703090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;During Math Lecture today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's blur ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was one of the busiest days so far, and will be the busiest I've got all week. Thank God I've survived it. It's like, Admin Talk, Lit, Geog, Math and GP. Oh bugger, that was a hell lot to digest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, school's very much enjoyable {:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA Bazaar after school. Frankly, the Co-Curricular Activities in NYJC are pretty pathetic. Not that I'm trying to be judging here (hell no), but it's the bitter truth D: Guess they're just not really so much into the CCA culture as was back in Cedar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a hard time deciding what to join. Currently, am torn between &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Touch Rugby&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soccer&lt;/span&gt;. TOOWMS is encouraging me to join Soccer. (But that's like, a "doh!" kind of thing, tsk.) Touch Rug is fun, mud aside. Aye, either way, it's the field and mud. Only difference between the two: Feet, or Hands. Hah. Will make a choice come Saturday, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the 30 minutes break before Math Lecture, most of OG27 spent time mugging at LDF. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mugging is the shit, man ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R4Sx8JtMTgI/AAAAAAAAArY/n-KwStrZPxU/s1600-h/P1030751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R4Sx8JtMTgI/AAAAAAAAArY/n-KwStrZPxU/s200/P1030751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153439520574426626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R4SyYptMThI/AAAAAAAAArg/Fzd2rq560Pw/s1600-h/P1030752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R4SyYptMThI/AAAAAAAAArg/Fzd2rq560Pw/s200/P1030752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153440010200698386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, we got distracted.. With Leonard's quest to be "known by many names". (Nyehhh, like he's that popular!) D: Started lending him all our nametags. But all the names were that of the girls' -.- Tsk. And hence, here begins the pinning process:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R4SzMptMTiI/AAAAAAAAAro/e85iWUmQVsQ/s1600-h/P1030754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R4SzMptMTiI/AAAAAAAAAro/e85iWUmQVsQ/s200/P1030754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153440903553895970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R4SzsptMTjI/AAAAAAAAArw/UD20kKqWMJ0/s1600-h/P1030755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R4SzsptMTjI/AAAAAAAAArw/UD20kKqWMJ0/s200/P1030755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153441453309709874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R4S0S5tMTkI/AAAAAAAAAr4/NfjWuUTWkhw/s1600-h/P1030756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R4S0S5tMTkI/AAAAAAAAAr4/NfjWuUTWkhw/s200/P1030756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153442110439706178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R4S1SZtMTlI/AAAAAAAAAsA/Pa3R8J8DJHA/s1600-h/P1030757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R4S1SZtMTlI/AAAAAAAAAsA/Pa3R8J8DJHA/s200/P1030757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153443201361399378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, this looks totally &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R4S195tMTmI/AAAAAAAAAsI/hj9yZHUeCus/s1600-h/P1030758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R4S195tMTmI/AAAAAAAAAsI/hj9yZHUeCus/s200/P1030758.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153443948685708898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YAAAYYYYY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R4S2iZtMTnI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/QEGZB3XTpYg/s1600-h/P1030766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R4S2iZtMTnI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/QEGZB3XTpYg/s200/P1030766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153444575750934130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Click for enlarged view.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R4S3WJtMToI/AAAAAAAAAsY/ymtZo2dSWXk/s1600-h/P1030767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R4S3WJtMToI/AAAAAAAAAsY/ymtZo2dSWXk/s200/P1030767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153445464809164418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp; I like this photo, so [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prolly pon-ing school on Friday. First time in my entire life. It's to send my older brother off to NS. The enrollment ceremony, I think. Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random, now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;jasmine said:&lt;br /&gt;alright im off to bathe and mug now!&lt;br /&gt;jasmine said:&lt;br /&gt;see you around (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This MJ girl scares the shit out of me ): Now, am determined to be more mugger-like. Thanks for the 'encouragement', Jasmine ): Mehhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S. Photos for NYJC Orientation One 2008 is up on Facebook. Here are the links: &lt;a href="http://hs.facebook.com/album.php?aid=23578&amp;amp;l=ae677&amp;amp;id=731313241"&gt;One&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://hs.facebook.com/album.php?aid=23724&amp;amp;l=86379&amp;amp;id=731313241"&gt;Two&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://hs.facebook.com/album.php?aid=23733&amp;amp;l=70462&amp;amp;id=731313241"&gt;Three&lt;/a&gt;. P+ty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-1886334063060486573?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/1886334063060486573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/1886334063060486573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-out-with-old-and-in-with-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R4SvhJtMTfI/AAAAAAAAArQ/3ExLwD4MygM/s72-c/P1030748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-4346426163745970543</id><published>2008-01-08T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T22:38:49.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Hey, Jude, don't make it bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Take a sad song and make it better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Remember to let her into your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Then you can start to make it better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R4OG6JtMTeI/AAAAAAAAArI/0ymZFQtA1NQ/s1600-h/AcrossTheUniverse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R4OG6JtMTeI/AAAAAAAAArI/0ymZFQtA1NQ/s200/AcrossTheUniverse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153110732237983202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In Strawberry Fields, forever&lt;/span&gt; ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am lazy to upload the photos I took during Econs Lecture today, tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Short post, today's will be.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is fun. Mugging is fun. All the shitz we experience is fun. Basically, just be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hiong&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chiong&lt;/span&gt; and it will be fun. Lectures aside,  free periods are spent in the library. Studying [: Oh, what funnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out after school today. Caught "Across The Universe"; my first NC16 flick! IT'S A GOOD MOVIE, REALLY. WATCH IT {: It's cute &amp;amp; musical-like. And Lucy is so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But haha, seriously have got no idea what the excitement is all about.. With all 15 year olds so eager to turn 16. But sheesh, even though I'm supposed to be 17 this year, I don't think people will actually believe I am of age. Still, they didn't bother checking today and I feel proud of myself for that [: Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we went to NUM. The guys working there are basically all just gay. Like, downright gay ): Why, why, why? I see them and then I think to myself, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where in the world have all the &lt;u&gt;men&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gone?&lt;/span&gt;" D: Plus, being gay is one thing. Trying to engage in a conversation with me is another thing. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Excuse me, I am a vulnerable young woman, okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, am too high for my own good. It's a no wonder I feel tired. Too much energy burned. And recently my odd eating habits have returned. It's a disorder, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lit tomorrow = &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-4346426163745970543?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/4346426163745970543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/4346426163745970543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/01/hey-jude-dont-make-it-bad-take-sad-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R4OG6JtMTeI/AAAAAAAAArI/0ymZFQtA1NQ/s72-c/AcrossTheUniverse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-1415687989880090039</id><published>2008-01-07T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T22:26:47.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Maybe you were all faster than me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;We gave each other up so easily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;These silly little wounds that will never mend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I feel so far from where I've been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here to post about yesterday &amp;amp; today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, life has been "mundane" in terms of the emotional platform. Can't say much. Please, y'all, bear with the narrations. It's not something I enjoy all that much either. (And as for S.. I've neglected you so so much. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to attend 8.30am first ever official Service, with the Message included. Overslept, actually. But thank God for my father and a car. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First YD at 1030h as well. And it's not longer Cindy &amp;amp; Debbie ): Xinyan is nice, though. Like the way her voice sounds. For the first lesson, we had those ice breaker sort of games. But was kind of pointless 'cuz all the people there were from my YD previously, save for Sarah! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R4Iu35tMTcI/AAAAAAAAAq4/MRqW1IVikk0/s1600-h/P1030733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R4Iu35tMTcI/AAAAAAAAAq4/MRqW1IVikk0/s200/P1030733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152732461583322562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Italic" title="Italic" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 4);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The early birds took a photo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, managed to do a TM shot by placing my camera above this projector that was on the floor. Funny how the angle worked out. I must be becoming a rather successful photographer HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met for OG27 Breakfast this morning! Initially it was meant to be at the field near Serangoon MRT. (We desperately wanted to be extra/unique/crazy/AA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, in the end we ended up at Central Macs. There were enough seats to house all of us, surprisingly! Even with so many other Athena OGs there and the Athena OGLs. Tsk. But in the end, since we'd already brought food and Macs was like, so unhealthly, we decided to eat outside at the playground [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are damn happening, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R4IyPptMTdI/AAAAAAAAArA/WBZnY8mH-sc/s1600-h/P1030736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R4IyPptMTdI/AAAAAAAAArA/WBZnY8mH-sc/s200/P1030736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152736168140099026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We look good&lt;/span&gt; ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the different uniforms look nice when they come together. Think no two of us are in the same school; that's pretty awesome. The only identical ones are Doris, Chloe &amp;amp; Chuen Hwee (doh!). Pity, though, Steph wore NY Orientation shirt. And I think in the photo my eyes are closed, shit mannnn ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lectures today were alright. GP, Math and Lit for me. Ended at 1200nn whilst the rest of them - other than Leonard - had Chem! Thank God I'm spared from that. Met CH 'cuz he was having his break. He brought Leonard and I 'round on a school tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran into Joshua on the way! Sheesh, I seem to be seeing Joshua everywhere. In the morning while waiting for the bus at the bus stop as well; almost forgot we lived near each other D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, 1.5hr PE. What kind of damn shit?! HAHA. But other than that, it's only Econs Lecture [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S. The OG27 Video is up on Youtube! Thanks to Zhiwen. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="280" width="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XYxZMs975AA&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XYxZMs975AA&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="280" width="345"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep watching it -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightyyyyy, enough of my shitz already ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-1415687989880090039?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/1415687989880090039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/1415687989880090039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/01/maybe-you-were-all-faster-than-me-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R4Iu35tMTcI/AAAAAAAAAq4/MRqW1IVikk0/s72-c/P1030733.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-3179707471376312822</id><published>2008-01-05T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T23:05:11.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Melt down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;It's not a crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;In a hot, hot room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;We're in a rush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Headstrong, can you feel the beat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3-XtptMTbI/AAAAAAAAAqw/txdnng74eos/s1600-h/P1030623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3-XtptMTbI/AAAAAAAAAqw/txdnng74eos/s200/P1030623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152003309280447922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OG27&lt;/span&gt; ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYJC Orientation One 2008 [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 was all about funfunfun. The ownage is good, people. It's so damn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheered 'til my throat's sore. (Still is, now.) But it's all worth it, aye! A-A-ATHENA! A-A-ATHENA! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dance Competition was crazyyyy. The contestants seriously can dance. In a way, then, thank God Sara and I got eliminated. Or I would've totally died during the Freestyle Round D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheering Competition was fun! Felt like Cedar, but different, of course. Volunteered as one of the OGM Leaders. Couldn't help it, I swear. The enthusiasm was just bursting out of me, really. Anyway Rupini was there, cheering with me! [: Yay, go Cedarrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disco Night was a blast. Went cranky, similar to that of RMUN's D&amp;amp;D last year. Steph, you rock, babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for OG Supper at RK House in Gardens thereafter. Lots of stupid incidents. Albert even suggested going to the park to do Mass Dance -.- Wl, that kind is too high already. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhoo, being the overtly-enthusiastic person that I (usually) am, I spent today creating a video for OG27! Ask me to send you the vid, if you want it; Youtube hates me, so yeh. Love y'all to bits. WE'RE THE BEST ATHENA OG [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OG Breakfast on Monday! Picnic at Serangoon MRT, tsk D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-3179707471376312822?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/3179707471376312822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/3179707471376312822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/01/melt-down-its-not-crush-in-hot-hot-room.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3-XtptMTbI/AAAAAAAAAqw/txdnng74eos/s72-c/P1030623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-2520903519736831107</id><published>2008-01-02T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T21:33:48.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Two to one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Static to the sound of you and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Undone for the last time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;And don't you think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I wish I could stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Your lips give you away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, by the day before yesterday, I managed to hype myself up for PAE at NY. It turned out to be everything I'd imagined - what with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cheena&lt;/span&gt; culture and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in spite of that, am glad to say it ain't all that bad.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cheena&lt;/span&gt;, but I'm surviving. Have found myself quite a few English-speaking friends {: Even with the overwhelming numbers of students hailing from schools like Chung Cheng and Nan Chiau (in large part due to the affiliation), those like me still manage to live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the strangest things is prolly going to school and seeing GUYS around. It's something I haven't experienced for the past 4 years. Besides, Primary School is really nothing. Because the guys are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; childish then. (Still are, now.) Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am in Athena/OG27. Thanks to the whole "Cedar upbringing", was prolly the most enthu in the group {: Can't help it, really. Aye, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss the Cedar atmosphere&lt;/span&gt;, many! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, Morgan rocks my world! First ever person to tell me I have slender legs. Lie, factually. But a true opinion, I respect. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, Sentosa trip for us! And prolly OG Dinner after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am tired. Have got to rest for tomorrow D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-2520903519736831107?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/2520903519736831107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/2520903519736831107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2008/01/two-to-one-static-to-sound-of-you-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-1120258042830287907</id><published>2007-12-31T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T21:01:09.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I wanted to be two, but more than one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I only thought that I could be so dumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Crush my heart with your new heels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I'd beg for you, but I dont kneel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3iJr5tMTaI/AAAAAAAAAqo/EXPV7OPM6yU/s1600-h/rahh,buddy,wp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3iJr5tMTaI/AAAAAAAAAqo/EXPV7OPM6yU/s200/rahh,buddy,wp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150017561215913378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 564th post on this blog. How far I've come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the last day of the year today. Naturally, nostalgia sets in. 2007 has been different. Blatantly so. Being 16 is an odd thing, though pretty dandy at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, also, it's when you realise that you've become older. Aging comes into play; many things take their toll and you experience sudden revelations, realizations.. Like the break of dawn. Mistakes galore, but they aid you in the learning process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember as a little kid, there was so much eagerness to grow up. Humans are ironic, and never satisfied. Being young, you long to be old(er); being mature, you desire to to turn back time. But everything is a new experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall.. How taking the school bus meant you were a Primary School kid. How, over the years, as games of hopscotch and catching were taken over by the computer/Gameboys, and penmanship evolved into compositions, it brought us through to age 12. Then came the Secondary School ez-link card - it made us feel older. Afterwhich, streaming in Secondary 2, which (to some extent) decided our path of education for the rest of our lives. The following year, we made our ICs, certifying our citizenship with this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, where I am now: With my 16th birthday past, NC16 flicks within reach and standing at the edge of what would be a new chapter as I plunge into JC life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting, it all sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't have gotten thus far, if not for the fact of His Grace in delivering me. And not forgetting friends (and family), of course. Never more than 2 steps away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I honestly wonder if I'm ready to face it all. All 'em challenges life is ready to hurl at me. But the notions of winning and losing are relative; there is no victory without loss. Surrender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The problems we experience now are temporal. All things, in the end, will work for good." &lt;/span&gt;I believe this now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I next hear the clock tick, I'll remember all the things that I have experienced, for they far outnumber the seconds that have elapsed while I was through it. Just this morning, someone told me, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Well done, Elyssa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, well done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-1120258042830287907?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/1120258042830287907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/1120258042830287907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-wanted-to-be-two-but-more-than-one-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3iJr5tMTaI/AAAAAAAAAqo/EXPV7OPM6yU/s72-c/rahh,buddy,wp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-6301961528211511103</id><published>2007-12-30T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T21:32:05.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;And this is for the ones who have lost it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;When all that's left to gain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Is a simple reminder that the things that we're blind to slip away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;How can I say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Say I'll be okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3ebHZtMTZI/AAAAAAAAAqg/EBYwOR3DBdQ/s1600-h/P1030540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3ebHZtMTZI/AAAAAAAAAqg/EBYwOR3DBdQ/s200/P1030540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149755250383277458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alicia's birthday [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Alicia's birthday today after Service. Just a small cake, birthday song and that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo we took (see above) was so similar to that which we posed for, 4 years ago. How time flies. We've been together as a YD Class for so long now. It's these little things that remind you, "Hey, you've grown." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sure have, Ely, sure have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's YF was pretty okay. Went earlier at 12nn to help out with getting the Clubhouse ready for use. I enjoyed the moments of mopping {: YF itself, we watched Narnia. Couldn't complete it, though, due to the lack of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;♥Hear us falling. says:&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry, most of the time it's just about me being too inadequate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killswitch Engage says:&lt;br /&gt;u inadequate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killswitch Engage says:&lt;br /&gt;yayaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥Hear us falling. says:&lt;br /&gt;It's the truth, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killswitch Engage says:&lt;br /&gt;okayy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killswitch Engage says:&lt;br /&gt;ur not inadequate lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥Hear us falling. says:&lt;br /&gt;[: Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encouragement from a 15 year old can prove to be so strangely heartwarming at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's enough for now, Ely; you can't expect everyone to bother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-6301961528211511103?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/6301961528211511103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/6301961528211511103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2007/12/and-this-is-for-ones-who-have-lost-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3ebHZtMTZI/AAAAAAAAAqg/EBYwOR3DBdQ/s72-c/P1030540.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-744593930783214984</id><published>2007-12-28T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T12:58:54.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Through open eyes I sense a feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Painted black that lines your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;It's bleeding through just like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;The colors that I've seen right from the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;And if I had the choice to do this all again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3R-HJtMTXI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/DLTuGeF53Hg/s1600-h/P1030534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3R-HJtMTXI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/DLTuGeF53Hg/s200/P1030534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148878935320972658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love you, Babe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manicure/Pedicure Session yesterday sure was some experience. Shan't elaborate, though, on how my fingers and toes were freezing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess the colour my nails are in now! Hawhaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3R-iJtMTYI/AAAAAAAAAqY/v-hn0m5KwMo/s1600-h/DSC00657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3R-iJtMTYI/AAAAAAAAAqY/v-hn0m5KwMo/s200/DSC00657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148879399177440642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE 'EM TO BITS &lt;/span&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, my Mom was comparing my cousin and I again, as usual. Fine, fine, I know she's damn tall and skinny and has a smaller waist than me. And it's my fault for having joined Track &amp;amp; Field resulting in the hugest legs and hips in the entire universe. Still, it's not fair to say I've got a waist of "25 to 27 inches"; I can very well fit into my Cedar school skirt which is size 24, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Mommy Dearest, this ain't working out for the esteem&lt;/s&gt;. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a certain incident this morning that brought back certain bad memories and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deja vu &lt;/span&gt;of the awful past, have decided Elyssa needs punishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, have got plans I have to do away with. Like I mentioned to TOOWMS: "To rot at home is an imperative". Most certainly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And an sms just came in. It read: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hey um i guess i just wanna thank you again for taking some time to hear all that shit from me? (:"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're welcome, you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this is so fake, I find myself jaded. (And can you tell I'm trying so hard not to sound.. MEHHHH.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-744593930783214984?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/744593930783214984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/744593930783214984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2007/12/through-open-eyes-i-sense-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3R-HJtMTXI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/DLTuGeF53Hg/s72-c/P1030534.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-3472357943860954627</id><published>2007-12-27T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T13:10:31.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;And from the ballroom floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;We are in celebration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;One good stretch before our hibernation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Our dreams assured and we all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Will sleep well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3ManZtMTWI/AAAAAAAAAqI/narsMbDXlX4/s1600-h/P1030531-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3ManZtMTWI/AAAAAAAAAqI/narsMbDXlX4/s200/P1030531-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148488063232265570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;♥ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to skip Sydney's Outing (bowling) yesterday morning. Was made to pack my room ): But for that, I earned the chance to attend Jo's BBQ! 'Cuz my Mom was - and I quote - "impressed" with what I'd done. Yay, 3 cheers for Ely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met the person obsessed with my shadow and went to CQ. Haha, good talking, as always. Then was brought to Sin Ming Avenue, where Jo lives. Almost slept on the bus, and that made me so exhausted thereafter. All that was going through my mind was "SLEEPSLEEPSLEEP" O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was merry. Not so much the food, the place or the games. Fundamentally, the fellowship. Thanks Sydney, for everything! Photos &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=22401&amp;amp;l=6a32b&amp;amp;id=731313241"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; {:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, today what I have in store is a Manicure/Pedicure Session scheduled for the evening. Haha, birthday treat from my Aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that, though, still deciding if I should go back to Cedar. It's Orientation Day Two today! (How is it I don't know anything, huh. Oh the juniors..) Oh well, I do miss the school, in many ways. But it's not in the old premises. Mehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrative, narrative shitz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-3472357943860954627?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/3472357943860954627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/3472357943860954627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2007/12/and-from-ballroom-floor-we-are-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3ManZtMTWI/AAAAAAAAAqI/narsMbDXlX4/s72-c/P1030531-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-2035092119805947868</id><published>2007-12-26T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T13:37:33.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;'Cause in my head there's a greyhound station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Where I send my thoughts to far-off destinations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;So they may have a chance of finding a place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Where they're far more suited than here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3HnpptMTVI/AAAAAAAAAqA/LUXfhzIk1ug/s1600-h/Escape2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3HnpptMTVI/AAAAAAAAAqA/LUXfhzIk1ug/s200/Escape2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148150551817243986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so this is how we do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So typically, typically - stitch my newly ripped jeans and sew 'em tight; I've got too many scarred knees from too many fights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to get up, get out, get away &amp;amp; get over it ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the beauty of it. When you lose your way, just close your eyes and go to sleep.. Wake up to another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also otherwise known as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Escape"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-2035092119805947868?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/2035092119805947868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/2035092119805947868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2007/12/cause-in-my-head-theres-greyhound.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3HnpptMTVI/AAAAAAAAAqA/LUXfhzIk1ug/s72-c/Escape2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-5222093032861258486</id><published>2007-12-25T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T22:33:53.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Yet in thy dark streets shineth&lt;br /&gt;The Everlasting Light&lt;br /&gt;The hopes and fears of all the years&lt;br /&gt;Are met in Thee tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3D39ptMTEI/AAAAAAAAAn4/GWVuPVXedQg/s1600-h/P1030467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3D39ptMTEI/AAAAAAAAAn4/GWVuPVXedQg/s200/P1030467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147887012623961154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shermaine! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paternal's celebration last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was okay, though as the years go by it's really so much of realizing how you've grown; how much you don't enjoy playing at the playground and lighting sparklers as you used to. Sat on the swing most of the time. It was a lot about reminiscing - more so than being emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3D5cZtMTFI/AAAAAAAAAoA/2aIIHo1cHaE/s1600-h/P1030416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3D5cZtMTFI/AAAAAAAAAoA/2aIIHo1cHaE/s200/P1030416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147888640416566354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas Dinner {:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3D57JtMTGI/AAAAAAAAAoI/6Ik5YJUQw3c/s1600-h/P1030425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3D57JtMTGI/AAAAAAAAAoI/6Ik5YJUQw3c/s200/P1030425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147889168697543778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Prayer before partaking the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3D7DZtMTHI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/kyBEw7Vdv40/s1600-h/P1030430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3D7DZtMTHI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/kyBEw7Vdv40/s200/P1030430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147890409943092338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3D8TZtMTII/AAAAAAAAAoY/0wmgsYwQxz8/s1600-h/P1030434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3D8TZtMTII/AAAAAAAAAoY/0wmgsYwQxz8/s200/P1030434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147891784332627074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Playing with the sparklers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3D81JtMTJI/AAAAAAAAAog/T67vZwwnCMc/s1600-h/P1030445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3D81JtMTJI/AAAAAAAAAog/T67vZwwnCMc/s200/P1030445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147892364153212050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Swing swing swing (from the tangles of my heart).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3D925tMTKI/AAAAAAAAAoo/hfeyaJuDm_Y/s1600-h/P1030432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3D925tMTKI/AAAAAAAAAoo/hfeyaJuDm_Y/s200/P1030432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147893493729610914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hope I look happy. &lt;s&gt;Happy enough&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I tried eating the biggest piece of cheesecake EVER! Ahhh, it was crazyyyyy man. But hey, no fear, when you have Elyssa the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheesecake&lt;/span&gt; &lt;s&gt;MONSTER&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Queen&lt;/span&gt; {:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3D_EZtMTLI/AAAAAAAAAow/Wd6FR3zVFjg/s1600-h/P1030447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3D_EZtMTLI/AAAAAAAAAow/Wd6FR3zVFjg/s200/P1030447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147894825169472690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's HUGE! O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3D_kZtMTMI/AAAAAAAAAo4/nS8_dWf04zg/s1600-h/P1030448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3D_kZtMTMI/AAAAAAAAAo4/nS8_dWf04zg/s200/P1030448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147895374925286594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Attack, Ely, attack! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end I failed. I left some bits for my brother ): Gahhhh. But hey, that's enough calories to last me the next few months. People say "Christmas is the time to stop counting all those calories and just indulge". But wtcd, no way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow didn't feel like it, though. This year Christmas is very much different from those in the past. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P'haps familiarity has ruined it all. &lt;/span&gt;Tragic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for Service in the morning. Afterwhich, exchanged gifts and cards at the Upper Sanctuary together with all the YFers. Thanks for the presents and notes, all you who gave 'em to me! Lovelovelove ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, "The Paedophile Association" - headed by Shermaine with me as Vice - brought the kids out for their monthly outing. (Okay this is all crap and I just created this organization today, I swear.) Caught the flick "I Am Legend" at j8. The show is plain weird. Abe and my brother were laughing throughout, Zac was expressionless, Kevin kept eating, Kok Weng was getting all cozy while I, was afraid. Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were cheap thrilling at the Interactive Mat thereafter! Haha, super retarded. I took a video of Abe fooling around. Should prolly post it up on Youtube [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3EEsJtMTNI/AAAAAAAAApA/I4-45PGpLbE/s1600-h/P1030461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3EEsJtMTNI/AAAAAAAAApA/I4-45PGpLbE/s200/P1030461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147901005627411666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3EGwptMTOI/AAAAAAAAApI/91yN4BKQ9SI/s1600-h/P1030451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3EGwptMTOI/AAAAAAAAApI/91yN4BKQ9SI/s200/P1030451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147903281960078562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3EOG5tMTPI/AAAAAAAAApQ/plVghnXb9Vk/s1600-h/P1030464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3EOG5tMTPI/AAAAAAAAApQ/plVghnXb9Vk/s200/P1030464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147911360793562354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3EOwZtMTQI/AAAAAAAAApY/5O8InvUzU8Y/s1600-h/P1030465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3EOwZtMTQI/AAAAAAAAApY/5O8InvUzU8Y/s200/P1030465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147912073758133506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being childish &amp;amp; playing with the kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After most of them left, Zac, Abe, Greg, my brother and I went to SONY to check out Guitar Hero III. Tsk, the guys were playing. When they asked me to I foolishly agreed but got owned. Oh well. Anyway, my main role was to take photos, while Greg's was to be a good audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3EQFptMTRI/AAAAAAAAApg/KrB8GZ7BPag/s1600-h/P1030470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3EQFptMTRI/AAAAAAAAApg/KrB8GZ7BPag/s200/P1030470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147913538341981458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3EQqZtMTSI/AAAAAAAAApo/8kGJryX9FPs/s1600-h/P1030475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3EQqZtMTSI/AAAAAAAAApo/8kGJryX9FPs/s200/P1030475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147914169702173986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abe playing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3ERYptMTTI/AAAAAAAAApw/-9Vo9bQdtmc/s1600-h/P1030477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3ERYptMTTI/AAAAAAAAApw/-9Vo9bQdtmc/s200/P1030477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147914964271123762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3ER-5tMTUI/AAAAAAAAAp4/yJfdcUPXt1g/s1600-h/P1030479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3ER-5tMTUI/AAAAAAAAAp4/yJfdcUPXt1g/s200/P1030479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147915621401120066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No special presents this year from my parents, I think. Ah well, it's difficult to break out of tradition in this manner. But I guess the older we get, the less they see the need to give us stuff. Brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All I want for Christmas is to be a kid again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-5222093032861258486?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/5222093032861258486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/5222093032861258486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2007/12/yet-in-thy-dark-streets-shineth.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R3D39ptMTEI/AAAAAAAAAn4/GWVuPVXedQg/s72-c/P1030467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-6466523579190270184</id><published>2007-12-24T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T12:36:42.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;This feeling is lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Sending me slowly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Hits me so deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;It cuts my bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Fills my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Burns me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R28d8lcxqzI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/5q3mrJPDyOk/s1600-h/P1030407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R28d8lcxqzI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/5q3mrJPDyOk/s200/P1030407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147365825789930290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YD Class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't posted in 2 days, oh the horror D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was awake early, but nevertheless I didn't go for Captain's Ball at Gardens. Hah, I kept my promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunched then headed to Cindy's. We were cheap thrilling, HAHA {: Super fun, though. All those games we made up! When Timmy came back he set up the new Wii. Ahhhh, that thing is so entertaining 'cuz of all that moving and boxing yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R28jh1cxq0I/AAAAAAAAAmY/6Bc0APxkF_o/s1600-h/P1030332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R28jh1cxq0I/AAAAAAAAAmY/6Bc0APxkF_o/s200/P1030332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147371963298196290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trying out the games {:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R28kG1cxq1I/AAAAAAAAAmg/bKSCBllxUWk/s1600-h/P1030335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R28kG1cxq1I/AAAAAAAAAmg/bKSCBllxUWk/s200/P1030335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147372598953356114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The audience, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, had to give YF a miss and attended my maternal's Christmas celebration! Was supposed to help the ladies cook but I ended up taking photographs &lt;s&gt;and sleeping&lt;/s&gt; O: Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as with all other Christmas's past and present:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R28o2Vcxq3I/AAAAAAAAAmw/cSgVCWCSvik/s1600-h/P1030348-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R28o2Vcxq3I/AAAAAAAAAmw/cSgVCWCSvik/s320/P1030348-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147377813043653490" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THE LADIES WORK WORK WORK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R28uEVcxq4I/AAAAAAAAAm4/svbnxU8_rDw/s1600-h/Guys.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R28uEVcxq4I/AAAAAAAAAm4/svbnxU8_rDw/s320/Guys.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147383551119960962" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WHILE THE GUYS SLACK SLACK SLACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk, ah well D: Guys are born to slack! (Ooh, feminist comment, yeshiz.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke for 8.30am Service! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YES, I MADE IT&lt;/span&gt;. But damn tired the whole day ): Even during caroling I was so exhausted. Plus half the time I was struggling to not look like my head was spinning D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First ever caroling was much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R28xyFcxq6I/AAAAAAAAAnI/ffOMfapUJ-8/s1600-h/P1030409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R28xyFcxq6I/AAAAAAAAAnI/ffOMfapUJ-8/s200/P1030409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147387635633859490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sam made it for my first caroling [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R28yl1cxq7I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/NkukOMDjIAM/s1600-h/P1030405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R28yl1cxq7I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/NkukOMDjIAM/s200/P1030405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147388524692089778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R28zFVcxq8I/AAAAAAAAAnY/PScghbPCwUE/s1600-h/P1030397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R28zFVcxq8I/AAAAAAAAAnY/PScghbPCwUE/s200/P1030397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147389065857969090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R280I1cxq-I/AAAAAAAAAno/tOQea_L6Krk/s1600-h/P1030412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R280I1cxq-I/AAAAAAAAAno/tOQea_L6Krk/s200/P1030412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147390225499139042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R280n1cxq_I/AAAAAAAAAnw/q_6zsCpOfyc/s1600-h/P1030404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R280n1cxq_I/AAAAAAAAAnw/q_6zsCpOfyc/s200/P1030404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147390758075083762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh what &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JOY&lt;/span&gt;, for me [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R28zZFcxq9I/AAAAAAAAAng/Hqw-Q_y7jFE/s1600-h/P1030393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R28zZFcxq9I/AAAAAAAAAng/Hqw-Q_y7jFE/s200/P1030393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147389405160385490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jo! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so cute so cute so cute! I feel like a true paedophile now. Ah well, the little guy will willingly admit to being my brother. So why not? Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&amp;amp; I hereby declare I have a certified stalker stalking me. Freaky, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;. Period.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-6466523579190270184?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/6466523579190270184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/6466523579190270184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-feeling-is-lonely-sending-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R28d8lcxqzI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/5q3mrJPDyOk/s72-c/P1030407.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-8023664210572590344</id><published>2007-12-21T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T00:10:09.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I am slipping through, I am slipping through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I am slipping into the airwaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;(The static's where you'll find me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;And this is nothing new, you are slipping through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;My fingers and into the airwaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R2vh0lcxqxI/AAAAAAAAAmA/CJiD2DznzuI/s1600-h/P1030328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R2vh0lcxqxI/AAAAAAAAAmA/CJiD2DznzuI/s200/P1030328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146455292723178258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zachary (all-too-shy) &amp;amp; Abraham [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to shepherd all the junior guys today - Zac, Abe, Joel, his brother and my brother. Boy, that sure made me feel old. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For once&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel was s'pposed to be my date for tonight to the Musical! But even at 1905h he was still at home having dinner D: Oh bugger. In the end, met the Sec 3 guys + my brother at Chomp Chomp. Walked into Church in the rain and waited for Joel there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Musical was good, pretty much. Short and sweet, yet still able to bring the message across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we had refreshments, all the Gardens' people said about the same things to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "How come you're here? I'm quite shocked that you actually came."&lt;br /&gt;2. "What happened to your specs? So vain ah today, wear contacts."&lt;br /&gt;3. "Eh, so how? Coming Gardens' YF or not?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtcd, seriously. This is called "same pattern". HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning at 10 there's Captain's Ball at Gardens'. Tsk, Edric Kwok is making me go. But I will not, despite living so near that Serangoon Gardens is only next door D: Thereafter at 1300h I've got YD Gathering at Cindy's. YF at 4-6pm but don't think I'd be able to make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have got maternal side's Christmas celebrations in the evening. Ahh, pity - me wanted to go for YF Sports' Day ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay, Ely. P&amp;amp;P @ 0830h on Sunday, plus Carolling there after at 3pm [: Sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-8023664210572590344?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/8023664210572590344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/8023664210572590344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-am-slipping-through-i-am-slipping.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R2vh0lcxqxI/AAAAAAAAAmA/CJiD2DznzuI/s72-c/P1030328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-3991104754841970674</id><published>2007-12-21T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T14:42:53.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Lucida Grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am aware, I've been misled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Lucida Grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I disconnect my heart, my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Lucida Grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Don't wanna recognize when things go bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Lucida Grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The things that you'll accept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Lucida Grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Except that I am finding the words to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R2teM1cxqwI/AAAAAAAAAl4/wUNOWKUkaEw/s1600-h/TheDream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R2teM1cxqwI/AAAAAAAAAl4/wUNOWKUkaEw/s200/TheDream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146310573800139522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So far away now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming! Am excited [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, there you have it - something that makes me happy. Hah. It's the best time of the yearrrrr. Cannot wait, cannot wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though this year I'm settling into the Christmas mood pretty late. Nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am waiting for my parents to say they're ready to go out shopping so that I can follow them. Honestly, this Christmas I think I can expect a new iPod. HAHA okay actually I really have no idea. All I know is that I need to get out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are under the impression that I shop a lot. But I must correct you at once. False, they are; am the real &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"noob"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's Outreach Musical at Gardens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be there with my brother, the Sec 3 guys and many other people (like JUSTIN CHEONG). Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am not thinking straight now. Cranky mode: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ON&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-3991104754841970674?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/3991104754841970674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/3991104754841970674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-am-aware-ive-been-misled-i-disconnect.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R2teM1cxqwI/AAAAAAAAAl4/wUNOWKUkaEw/s72-c/TheDream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-6923403498522449386</id><published>2007-12-20T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T15:10:34.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dark and dangerous like a secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It gets whispered in a hush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And when I wake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The things I dreamt about you last night make me blush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;(Don't tell a soul)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R2oUOFcxqrI/AAAAAAAAAlM/pklHtbtAiVg/s1600-h/Depressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R2oUOFcxqrI/AAAAAAAAAlM/pklHtbtAiVg/s200/Depressed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145947756437809842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyLeft" title="Align Left" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 10);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's hardly depression;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merely &lt;u&gt;reality&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Now I see your face before me&lt;br /&gt;I would launch a thousand ships&lt;br /&gt;To bring your heart back to my island&lt;br /&gt;As the sand beneath me slips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I burn up in your presence&lt;br /&gt;And I know now how it feels&lt;br /&gt;To be weakened like Achilles&lt;br /&gt;With you always at my heels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:150%;" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-6923403498522449386?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/6923403498522449386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/6923403498522449386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2007/12/dark-and-dangerous-like-secret-it-gets.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R2oUOFcxqrI/AAAAAAAAAlM/pklHtbtAiVg/s72-c/Depressed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-9166397890895918819</id><published>2007-12-19T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T23:07:08.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;She's got everybody up in arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    Says it's only for love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    Skin touching mine in a crowded room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;    Shoulder to shoulder we are&lt;br /&gt;She's in stereo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R2kwmFcxqqI/AAAAAAAAAlE/Iir4c7fIHc4/s1600-h/Window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R2kwmFcxqqI/AAAAAAAAAlE/Iir4c7fIHc4/s200/Window.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145697480103537314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Outside looking in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Inside looking out&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really because of life on earth, that I am compelled toward the prize which is in Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on, Sweetheart ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-9166397890895918819?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/9166397890895918819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/9166397890895918819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2007/12/shes-got-everybody-up-in-arms-says-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R2kwmFcxqqI/AAAAAAAAAlE/Iir4c7fIHc4/s72-c/Window.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-505449049303299726</id><published>2007-12-19T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T17:48:09.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Lord, my heart is prone to wander&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Prone to leave the God I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Here's my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Lord, take and seal it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Seal if for Thy courts above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R2jlZ1cxqpI/AAAAAAAAAk8/fDx9mtO9FD8/s1600-h/P1030303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R2jlZ1cxqpI/AAAAAAAAAk8/fDx9mtO9FD8/s200/P1030303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145614806278056594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zonked out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or as Junipher would say, "ZOUKED OUT"? Haha okay no. Am kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from CPB Sec 4 Farewell Chalet. Slept only 40 minutes and that was at about 0700h. The rest had collapsed after returning from breakfast at Macs at 4am. Carbohydrates are the equivalent of sleeping pills, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I didn't eat, stayed up. For no particular reason at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was fun, though. Photos &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=21816&amp;amp;l=67d82&amp;amp;id=731313241"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently Russ got his 'N' Level results. Not too bad, with 4 points! Rock on, cariño! Then when I got home I distracted myself and tried to stay awake and waited for this other set of results 'cuz I owed KY &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye, everyone's getting results of some sort - with Joel getting into Maris Stella and Tymon into Presbytarian High - that I'm reminded of my own PAE posting. Gah, I don't want to go to NY ): Will be crashing another JC every other day. Tsk D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay my brain is really dead now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heaven is a wonderful place/Filled with glory and grace/I want to see my Saviour's face/Heaven is a wonderful place" {:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keep that in mind, Ely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-505449049303299726?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/505449049303299726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/505449049303299726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2007/12/lord-my-heart-is-prone-to-wander-prone.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R2jlZ1cxqpI/AAAAAAAAAk8/fDx9mtO9FD8/s72-c/P1030303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-1543986077334243193</id><published>2007-12-18T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T10:33:18.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;You held my hand and walked me home, I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Why, you gave me that it kiss it was something like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;It made me go "Oh oh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;You wiped my tears, got rid of all my fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Why did you have to go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R2ctfVcxqoI/AAAAAAAAAk0/2qwr8G7-eaY/s1600-h/HalfMyHeart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R2ctfVcxqoI/AAAAAAAAAk0/2qwr8G7-eaY/s200/HalfMyHeart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145131115651115650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guess it wasn't enough, just to take up &lt;/span&gt;some&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; of my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am feeling lazy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start off today's post, I shall put up an MSN conversation that took place last night and there's something in it I want to illustrate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;♥In a flash, her heart is slain. says:&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'd better go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥In a flash, her heart is slain. says:&lt;br /&gt;Parents chasing me, 'cuz I'm 16 haha wtc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥In a flash, her heart is slain. says:&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just says:&lt;br /&gt;I win you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just says:&lt;br /&gt;heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just says:&lt;br /&gt;goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just says:&lt;br /&gt;I'm 18 and I often forget I can buy cigarettes and alcohol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥In a flash, her heart is slain. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥In a flash, her heart is slain. says:&lt;br /&gt;RETARDED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥In a flash, her heart is slain. says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE TOO GUAI FOR THAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥In a flash, her heart is slain. says:&lt;br /&gt;GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥In a flash, her heart is slain. says:&lt;br /&gt;{:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just says:&lt;br /&gt;heh how would you know whether I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥In a flash, her heart is slain. says:&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥In a flash, her heart is slain. says:&lt;br /&gt;It's not a choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is an excellent example that it's not impossible to break through the age barrier, HAHAHA. Even if you're 16, you can order an 18 year old around D: (Right, okay now I will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;die&lt;/span&gt; if Justin sees this!) Nevermind, it's worth it {:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CPB Chalet. Supposed to leave now for EXCO Outing before heading to Coasta Sands. But wtcd, my Mom is at work, unreachable, and my Dad is in LaLaLand ): Does this really mean I've to wait?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;, and only 'cuz I'm a super-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guai&lt;/span&gt;-'til-you-can't-stand-it-you-have-to-sit-down 16 year old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-1543986077334243193?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/1543986077334243193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/1543986077334243193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2007/12/you-held-my-hand-and-walked-me-home-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R2ctfVcxqoI/AAAAAAAAAk0/2qwr8G7-eaY/s72-c/HalfMyHeart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-4841956378056693767</id><published>2007-12-17T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T22:57:02.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;So you're standing on a ledge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;It looks like you might fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;So far down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Or maybe you were thinking about jumping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Now you could have it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R2aHaFcxqnI/AAAAAAAAAks/az4cwLQBO7g/s1600-h/Miracle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R2aHaFcxqnI/AAAAAAAAAks/az4cwLQBO7g/s200/Miracle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144948506526591602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miracle: Need It.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was supposed to be boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still trying to settle back into life - life out of the YF Camp routine ): This is called the "post-YF Camp blues", haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to get presents for tomorrow's CPB Sec 4 Farewell Chalet. BFFAEZXZXZ had Choir Practice so she got it herself later on. Was thus left without anyone to go with and (almost) pathetically attempted scouting Town alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for KY though; being my tour guide and all {: We met at AMK then headed to Town. Don't ask me where we went 'cuz I seriously have no idea. My job was easy: Just say what I want to get and I will be miraculously led to some place where I can find it. HAHAH, it's like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Live GPRS&lt;/span&gt;. Wtcd? Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how it is the way things work out. God has plans for each of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"trustworthy, 7th-day"&lt;/span&gt; friend or a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Day One"&lt;/span&gt; friend, I really marvel all the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-4841956378056693767?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/4841956378056693767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/4841956378056693767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-youre-standing-on-ledge-it-looks.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R2aHaFcxqnI/AAAAAAAAAks/az4cwLQBO7g/s72-c/Miracle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-1088494418221940621</id><published>2007-12-16T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T00:30:32.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Heartbreaking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;despite the fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want no part in this, anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-1088494418221940621?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/1088494418221940621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/1088494418221940621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2007/12/heartbreaking-despite-fight.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-2968365421313289</id><published>2007-12-16T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T18:54:37.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Stripped and polished, I am new, I am fresh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling so ambitious, you and me, flesh to flesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because every breath that you will take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you are sitting next to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will bring life into my deepest hopes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;What's your fantasy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R2T_6FcxqmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/X2ZAIua5mcQ/s1600-h/IronyInRoadsigns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R2T_6FcxqmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/X2ZAIua5mcQ/s200/IronyInRoadsigns.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144518047724317282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Charging straight for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to wake for YD and Service today. Haha, the ownage is good {:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat with Joy and Sam. What the crap, dey - Andrew made my brother and I smile super widely to pose for a photo. He just wanted to "see the resemblance". But I think there's hardly any? Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liverpool v Manchester United tonight, 2130h.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents didn't allow me to go watch it with Shawn. Damn, I hate being a girl sometimes. What with the being over-protective and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're burning them for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe yesterday, I could get away; but today, I'm drowning in sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought we were ready, only 'til emotion hit the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My life is henceforth changed forever.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-2968365421313289?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/2968365421313289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/2968365421313289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2007/12/stripped-and-polished-i-am-new-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R2T_6FcxqmI/AAAAAAAAAkk/X2ZAIua5mcQ/s72-c/IronyInRoadsigns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-1707156097165888499</id><published>2007-12-15T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T23:05:55.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Consider Christ, that He could trust His Father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;In the Garden of Gethsemane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Though full of dread and fearful of the anguish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;He drank the cup that was reserved for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R2PqcVcxqlI/AAAAAAAAAkc/5xFkGy56i_M/s1600-h/DSC00622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R2PqcVcxqlI/AAAAAAAAAkc/5xFkGy56i_M/s200/DSC00622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144212971902315090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do everything in Love &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ZYF Camp 2007: Consider Christ&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome camp, haha. Coupled with the new friends, bonds and stuff. On the whole, spiritually rejuvenating. Worship was always one of my favourites on the agenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the Camp Committee, and Sydney, especially. Glad our group worked out! {:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept from 1430h to 2000h. Cannot imagine how some people can sleep from after camp 'til tomorrow morning? Like seriously, what the crap, dey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people, for the last time, Christl and I are not twins. Hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-1707156097165888499?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/1707156097165888499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/1707156097165888499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2007/12/consider-christ-that-he-could-trust-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R2PqcVcxqlI/AAAAAAAAAkc/5xFkGy56i_M/s72-c/DSC00622.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-333446001197493217</id><published>2007-12-09T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T22:21:16.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; If I had just one bullet and a trigger, I'd pull it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Shoot my cupid out of the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; Break off his wings, and gouge out his eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; And thank him for nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;'Cause that's all that he gave to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Choir Performance at Bishan Home on Saturday went by okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always a blessing to be able to bless the less fortunate, whether it be by our voices, words, actions or more. Can't wait for caroling on the 23rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zion YF Camp tomorrow, 'til Saturday the 15th. Time for another round of spiritual refreshment. That's what I look forward to most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop an sms if necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am not really bothered if I'll be missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-333446001197493217?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/333446001197493217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/333446001197493217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2007/12/if-i-had-just-one-bullet-and-trigger-id.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-4949250800005627516</id><published>2007-12-08T04:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T11:45:36.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Difficulty to obtain sufficient sleep, or to stay asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;insomnia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-4949250800005627516?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/4949250800005627516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/4949250800005627516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2007/12/difficulty-to-obtain-sufficient-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-5930197744402152552</id><published>2007-12-07T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T22:56:53.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Lucida Grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We stood like statues at the gate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Lucida Grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Vacation's come and gone too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Lucida Grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There's so much sun where I'm from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Lucida Grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I had to give it away, had to give you away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Lucida Grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R1lWzuE1IgI/AAAAAAAAAkU/-laV9bk3bBI/s1600-h/EmptyLanes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R1lWzuE1IgI/AAAAAAAAAkU/-laV9bk3bBI/s200/EmptyLanes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141235896161739266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So empty, they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always been something about buses and bus interchanges that grips me. Fascination - hardly as a child, but more so now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way the buses come, park, rest; whilst at the same time others go, run.. Almost as if they enjoy plunging into the freedom of movement, even expression. But not for long. For soon after, they return. The Captain gets tired, shifts have to be rotated, taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But journeys you take, each different, special in its own way. Imitated, emulated, but never replicated. Impossibly so, despite the fact that it seems all too easy to slide into that. Sloppy work, it's called. Reserved for the languid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes on and on, refusing to acknowledge composure. P'haps, you'd prefer to try another number this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt, though. Even joyrides have to end, somehow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-5930197744402152552?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/5930197744402152552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/5930197744402152552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2007/12/we-stood-like-statues-at-gate-vacations.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R1lWzuE1IgI/AAAAAAAAAkU/-laV9bk3bBI/s72-c/EmptyLanes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-7815390726819586075</id><published>2007-12-06T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T22:22:24.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Your quiet eyes, your mouth that never tells lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;You've got one hour, it's time you told your story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Eighteen alone, in love with the answer phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;And too afraid, you're too afraid to fall for anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R1gFJeE1IeI/AAAAAAAAAkE/vNf2HNfAXf0/s1600-h/Heroes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R1gFJeE1IeI/AAAAAAAAAkE/vNf2HNfAXf0/s320/Heroes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140864634893705698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;consuming&lt;/span&gt;, believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially after discovering the online streaming, in huge part thanks to HL. Haha, it seems it's not only the music library now, but the vids library as well. Brilliant :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, today was spent entirely in that manner. Think I've learnt the way of KK, or some part at least. STONING (in front of the computer). Except, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; concentrating on watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, been talking with OIDC members. Much fun. #1 showed me this funny vid on Youtube; here's the &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=hMqTKA8BxvE"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;. It's funny. Do watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subsequently, some time in the evening, I called #2 an "egghead". (M, it's your word, I know. But I stole it, Dude. Too bad.) Being the usual stoner cum having-too-much-time-on-my-hands person, #2 found the &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=egghead"&gt;definition&lt;/a&gt; on Urban Dictionary dot com. HAHA. All meanings apply, save for the "serial rapist" one. Surely it can't be..? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all love the safety and comfort of assurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's what some live for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Be ye not unequally yoked together with unbelievers: for what fellowship hath righteousness with unrighteousness? And what communion hath light with darkness?"&lt;/span&gt; - 2 Corinthians 6:14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I say, challenge not the Word. Down, you will fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;amp; Break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-7815390726819586075?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/7815390726819586075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/7815390726819586075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2007/12/your-quiet-eyes-your-mouth-that-never.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R1gFJeE1IeI/AAAAAAAAAkE/vNf2HNfAXf0/s72-c/Heroes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-2250971293631224310</id><published>2007-12-05T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T00:21:20.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I remember it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Like it was yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;It's on continuous play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;In my mind, in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;All of the good times we had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R1bK-OE1IcI/AAAAAAAAAj0/OBadcSVFLBc/s1600-h/P1030192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R1bK-OE1IcI/AAAAAAAAAj0/OBadcSVFLBc/s200/P1030192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140519194969055682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Some) Leaders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from OAL Chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There weren't many Leaders there! And the rain practically spoiled everything. We had to eat like BBQ+rainwater food ): How sad, really. Poor juniors, Kelly, Sharron, Peichun, Miang, Mu who were in the rain. (Did I leave anyone out?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos up on FB soon. Am tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, made a 'pit stop' at Bishan. Haha, it's near BFFAEZXZXZ house anyway [: Walked around j8 with Davin and BFFAEZXZXZ. We were, uh, just "hanging out". Tsk, coming home was like so not what I desired. Started getting high and talking shitz, scandals galore. Afterwhich, Davin walked me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's retrace it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before&lt;/span&gt; the Chalet, met OIDC members for lunch. I stared at food (again). Hahaha, bet KK thinks I'm seriously anorexic. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO, I AM NOT.&lt;/span&gt; And I maintain that stand [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the train, watched vids. Like, the James Blunt 'You're Beautiful' Parody. Stupid shitz, I tell you. And KK's weird seniors who act like they know karate. Tsk. Anyhoo, we parted as they left for Esplanade and I for the Chalet. Ohhhh, you guys are so much fun! Looking forward to our more-often meetings - Friday, yeh? ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventful day. At least, something. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Finally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's only 'cuz I choose what I want to happen, and when it does. Today, I made myself go through the unconventional. Felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-2250971293631224310?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/2250971293631224310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/2250971293631224310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-remember-it-like-it-was-yesterday-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R1bK-OE1IcI/AAAAAAAAAj0/OBadcSVFLBc/s72-c/P1030192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-6717209718294524549</id><published>2007-12-04T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T00:08:02.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Promote your flaws&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Show your mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;6 feet underground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;You dig your own grave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;We'll cut harder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R1V5ReE1IaI/AAAAAAAAAjk/P7oEUm8Xj3s/s1600-h/Passion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R1V5ReE1IaI/AAAAAAAAAjk/P7oEUm8Xj3s/s200/Passion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140147890751349154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cuz that's the way it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sweet in theory, but insulting in practice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of sudden I miss S so much. More of, than the 'used-to-be's. Now, it's all but dull.. Even dead. Dead white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a sign; it did not come without warning. It came, and was embraced. I want it back so badly now. And for that I'll write, better than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart knows I'm a poet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;Just bring it all back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-6717209718294524549?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/6717209718294524549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/6717209718294524549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2007/12/promote-your-flaws-show-your-mistakes-6.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R1V5ReE1IaI/AAAAAAAAAjk/P7oEUm8Xj3s/s72-c/Passion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-6683868197423959119</id><published>2007-12-03T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T23:34:57.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Go on, think. Aren't you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; doing that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're not alone, at that. Trust me. 'Cuz everyone lies sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like a mystery to solve; ultimately a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Game&lt;/span&gt; we all play.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-6683868197423959119?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/6683868197423959119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/6683868197423959119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2007/12/go-on-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-1934573013851118280</id><published>2007-12-03T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T18:51:57.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Follow me home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Through the, the maze and on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I'll show you the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;That I led you the wrong way on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R1Pcj-E1IZI/AAAAAAAAAjc/lE1lKqCQPyg/s1600-R/AWE-Lie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R1Pcj-E1IZI/AAAAAAAAAjc/ednjw57yMgc/s200/AWE-Lie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139694110276657554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &amp;amp;It's a mess, like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I miss us, I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise me things'll lighten up a 'lil, and we'll all have time for each other, wouldya? Recently things haven't been all too good, save for soccer. (Liverpool rocks so hard I'm blown away ♥) But that aside, am taking it hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P'haps, when you're so freaking bored, you're most volatile. And vulnerable, might I add. Works the same as when you're packed to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when it's over, you just got to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;let it go&lt;/span&gt;. Please start acting more like a friend to me than anything else in the world. I'd appreciate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I just realised I've got OAL Chalet tomorrow 'til Thursday. How the hell did it slip my mind? And to think I thought I was free. Thereafter, YF Camp next week. And the following week, PC Chalet. Then Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now I feel fully booked. But the holidays have hardly been well spent! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sticky, sticky situation. (Chrys knows.) I LOVE CHRYS &amp;amp; KK ♥, okay that's a different story there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-1934573013851118280?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/1934573013851118280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/1934573013851118280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2007/12/follow-me-home-through-the-maze-and-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R1Pcj-E1IZI/AAAAAAAAAjc/ednjw57yMgc/s72-c/AWE-Lie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-7899480294321810179</id><published>2007-12-03T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T09:29:34.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Be honest with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Did you ever think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;That these things that you did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Would come back to haunt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;And fail you again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R1LrUOE1IYI/AAAAAAAAAjU/hTOMSHFUBFU/s1600-R/Gerrard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R1LrUOE1IYI/AAAAAAAAAjU/AxecsDb1YvU/s200/Gerrard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139428857391423874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yah mahhhnnn, GIVE ME A HIGH 5!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 'cuz Liverpool kicks the most ass ever [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liverpool-Bolton a remarkable 4-0 win. After being bullied by Bolton in recent years, Liverpool finally sealed revenge by beating them. And guess what, now that makes us &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3rd&lt;/span&gt; in the table, with Manchester United trailing at 4th position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could never be happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 4 goals wered scored by Hyypia, Torres, Gerrard and Babel respectively. Tough game for Kewell though. Still, victory came through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, during the game I was sms-ing Shawn, also a Liverpool fan [: And towards the end of the game, our conversation went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And I quote our sms-es.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Me: Lawl, Liverpool kicks ass, man. I think Campo is retarded, haha. Oh, we're game to take on Man U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Revenge for last season. To hell with Man U. Hahaha. Liverpool forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You said it, mannnnn. We will burn 'em!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Song, he just called us &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"lucky"&lt;/span&gt; again. Lucky my ass, Man U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P/S. It irks me whenever someone comments that there's a problem with girls + soccer. It is in no way a 'Boys Only' sport. It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the beautiful game&lt;/span&gt;, for all to enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-7899480294321810179?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/7899480294321810179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/7899480294321810179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2007/12/be-honest-with-me-did-you-ever-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R1LrUOE1IYI/AAAAAAAAAjU/AxecsDb1YvU/s72-c/Gerrard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-9183196735318625275</id><published>2007-12-02T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T15:11:20.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;But even could I see him die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I could but see a little part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Of that great love which, like a fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Is always burning in His heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R1JQcOE1IXI/AAAAAAAAAjM/hthmRnP5Ng8/s1600-R/GiveUp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R1JQcOE1IXI/AAAAAAAAAjM/ocSpaaGcCBw/s200/GiveUp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139258570528072050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All it takes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same words, different contexts -&lt;br /&gt;What maketh thee of it?&lt;br /&gt;Hear as I speak:&lt;br /&gt;"Wait not upon it,&lt;br /&gt;Though it pleases thy soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For it is a thing most wonderful,&lt;br /&gt;Almost too wonderful to be.&lt;br /&gt;It devours spirit,&lt;br /&gt;As the breaking of dawn&lt;br /&gt;Or the splendour of dusk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There lies, beneath its shadow,&lt;br /&gt;The place I claim as my abode.&lt;br /&gt;O come, come and cheer;&lt;br /&gt;Disperse these fleeting, motley emotions&lt;br /&gt;To the monochromatic rays of hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the path that leads on high,&lt;br /&gt;Stay far from the Valley of Destruction.&lt;br /&gt;Let not kisses fool thee,&lt;br /&gt;Neither words drenched in honey;&lt;br /&gt;And no more let it rule."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Pardon my sucky prose. Impulsive release.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. My maternal grandfather's going to be admitted into hospital. He's got an op scheduled for tomorrow. Prostate problems, that come with age. Y'know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, it's my paternal grandfather's birthday. We're having a celebration in the evening. (Thus I've to miss CP's Birthday Dinner at Seoul Garden, Taka. Anyhow, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY 16th, Babe ♥&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm torn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-9183196735318625275?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/9183196735318625275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/9183196735318625275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2007/12/but-even-could-i-see-him-die-i-could.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R1JQcOE1IXI/AAAAAAAAAjM/ocSpaaGcCBw/s72-c/GiveUp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-1721476597194482902</id><published>2007-12-01T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T21:58:09.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;'Cause I'm feeling lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;When I'm in your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;The reasons are gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;For why I was holding on to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I tried so hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;To be the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I don't like who I've become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AG Food Hunt 2007 was pretty fun, I guess. First of it's kind, FTR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who led us around? My uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R1FXG-E1ISI/AAAAAAAAAik/up6TQnB_sqM/s1600-R/EeCheong.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R1FXG-E1ISI/AAAAAAAAAik/dJjYryDIuMg/s200/EeCheong.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138984427060535586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This guy, HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited 4 places in total; all around the Jalan Besar area. I've never been there. Haha, p'haps a part of Singapore seldom visited by the likes of those like me. That place reminds me of Malaysia. Slightly less developed - you still see the shophouses and all that, everywhere. And it's quite rundown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this huge signboard I saw, in front of a Nasi Lemak stall. Damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R1FYuuE1ITI/AAAAAAAAAis/rsy3VdA7BuM/s1600-R/P1030072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R1FYuuE1ITI/AAAAAAAAAis/EgzEjASyTfs/s200/P1030072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138986209471963442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GUARANTEE: No Lousy Fish&lt;/span&gt;" D: Tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and there's like the Workers' Party HQ or something there, lawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R1FZ8OE1IUI/AAAAAAAAAi0/PtsCeksz4Xg/s1600-R/P1030049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R1FZ8OE1IUI/AAAAAAAAAi0/u9pkB1mO5s8/s200/P1030049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138987540911825218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R1FaYeE1IVI/AAAAAAAAAi8/K1cxUBohpt4/s1600-R/P1030050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R1FaYeE1IVI/AAAAAAAAAi8/ib1BcG0_LLg/s200/P1030050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138988026243129682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Close up of the sign, hawhaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I took a picture to prove that I can be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AH BENG &lt;/span&gt;okay! :[] Prepare yourself for it. (I swear I look weird.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R1FcNeE1IWI/AAAAAAAAAjE/tSJO1F4ZbMY/s1600-R/P1030108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R1FcNeE1IWI/AAAAAAAAAjE/l3vwVBnYX4Y/s200/P1030108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138990036287824226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of the photos (and/or reviews), click this &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=20212&amp;amp;l=a4c57&amp;amp;id=731313241"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays I get into random jumpy moods quite a lot. Bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My period came recently. But oh why am I not surprised?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-1721476597194482902?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/1721476597194482902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/1721476597194482902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2007/12/cause-im-feeling-lost-when-im-in-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R1FXG-E1ISI/AAAAAAAAAik/dJjYryDIuMg/s72-c/EeCheong.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-1531918763754627637</id><published>2007-12-01T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T11:29:18.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; I can't take it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; This welcome has gone and I've waited long enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; To make it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; And if you're so strong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; You might as well just do it alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; And I'll watch you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 48% Emo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouemoquiz/emo-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not emo, but you're plenty thoughtful, unique, and even a little angsty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I can't make it, eh? Aish ]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no fear, 'cuz I saw this coolios video off Grace's blog! It teaches y&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=23923718&amp;amp;postID=1531918763754627637"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ou HOW TO BE EMO. And, it's hilarious. Do watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pK4bLMd0avU&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pK4bLMd0avU&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="285" width="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, all I'll have to do is follow it and I bet I will be emo la. Though I must admit it left out quite a bit. Like, appearance and stuff. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm going on a Food Hunt with my Action Group. Like Makansutra, p'haps? Tsk [: We'll be around Singapore sourcing out the best foods. Can't say I feel hungry now, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take photos of &lt;s&gt;myself&lt;/s&gt; the places, and upload 'em. Then I can host my own food show, lawl. Nawww, it's to share with all you foodies out there [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, YF Pre-Camp Special 2007 at Bishan, 4pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-1531918763754627637?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/1531918763754627637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/1531918763754627637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-cant-take-it-this-welcome-has-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-7762632085127915659</id><published>2007-11-30T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T00:11:52.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;(Oh Baby, when I'm calling out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Give me love and affection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Keep telling me, show me the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;(Oh, if you see me falling down)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Lift me up from the shadows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Will you take me away to a better place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from RGS' Play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OMI WAS SO CUTE! HAWHAW [:&lt;/span&gt; And I so totally agree with that Feminist. I shall start using some of her phrases against any chauvinistic pigs that dare &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suan&lt;/span&gt; me. (Song you're #1 on the list.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My contact lens was out of place, or either that it was ripped ): Ugh, so I went around half-blind. And I'd to watch the whole Play feeling uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well. That aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R1ArQE0g4qI/AAAAAAAAAhk/ai0jGamKpoM/s1600-R/P1030006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R1ArQE0g4qI/AAAAAAAAAhk/0BsZI0MXuJk/s200/P1030006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138654730001638050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The guys, at Macs. (KangKang is shy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R1AsJk0g4rI/AAAAAAAAAhs/-G-H7_8dFCU/s1600-R/P1030008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R1AsJk0g4rI/AAAAAAAAAhs/L4p0l3Qjkdk/s200/P1030008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138655717844116146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He messed up, wth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R1Asrk0g4sI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Rnumh1elVVk/s1600-R/P1030010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R1Asrk0g4sI/AAAAAAAAAh0/rwKaxWEPVeA/s200/P1030010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138656301959668418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chrys &amp;amp; Cindy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R1AtK00g4tI/AAAAAAAAAh8/QecFQr38TpQ/s1600-R/P1030012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R1AtK00g4tI/AAAAAAAAAh8/3KgNKYRVZVQ/s200/P1030012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138656838830580434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;KangKang said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Song looks like he's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;peeing&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(LAWL, that was not intended. Honest.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R1AuBk0g4uI/AAAAAAAAAiE/J4FXDlDdm6s/s1600-R/P1030014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R1AuBk0g4uI/AAAAAAAAAiE/XcscSEb4E4w/s200/P1030014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138657779428418274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I bet he's thinking, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why, oh why, do you adore me?"&lt;/span&gt; [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R1AuoE0g4vI/AAAAAAAAAiM/SXdnBBnadUg/s1600-R/P1030018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R1AuoE0g4vI/AAAAAAAAAiM/tsp09rWS1as/s200/P1030018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138658440853381874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, Jappy, Stacey! (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ex-ROSYTHIANS&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R1AvbU0g4wI/AAAAAAAAAiU/go9PUg18DoQ/s1600-R/P1030019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R1AvbU0g4wI/AAAAAAAAAiU/nca2rlnbJ6g/s200/P1030019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138659321321677570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the bus stop, after the Play. He's so cute when emo! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R1Av-k0g4xI/AAAAAAAAAic/t6YZ0Mh3BC8/s1600-R/P1030021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R1Av-k0g4xI/AAAAAAAAAic/4cjXuasulBM/s200/P1030021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138659926912066322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, Chrys, Cindy, Kang, Victor, Jerrold [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit] 2355h:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥Just one taste, Muffin. says:&lt;br /&gt;OH I FORGOT TO ADD IN THE GAY WALKING JAY WALKING THING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no such thing - spvn.wordpress.com says:&lt;br /&gt;fine fine go add :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥Just one taste, Muffin. says:&lt;br /&gt;Hahah, okay I will [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥Just one taste, Muffin. says:&lt;br /&gt;Just a moment, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥Just one taste, Muffin. says:&lt;br /&gt;And it will go, "KangKang has serious hearing problems, I swear.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no such thing - spvn.wordpress.com says:&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥Just one taste, Muffin. says:&lt;br /&gt;[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no such thing - spvn.wordpress.com says:&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥Just one taste, Muffin. says:&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry, Dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no such thing - spvn.wordpress.com says:&lt;br /&gt;"ELY BULLY ME!!!!" :'( :'( :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, here's the whole situation. When we were going off from RG, there was a pedestrian crossing we had to cross. And then Chrys decided to lead us to jaywalk! Oh the horror D: And the Red Man was flashing. So KangKang went, "Red Man's flashing, Red Man's flashing!" Then I was like, "Damn, I hate jaywalking!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he heard it as "Damn, you're &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;GAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;walking!" And he thought it was directed at him. Mahhhhnnnn, hearing issues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other things weren't as pleasant, though. No mentioning it here. Pity. But it's like, unspoken yet known. It rumbles through us all. Secretly, quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No drama tonight, but oh what fun, still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-7762632085127915659?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/7762632085127915659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/7762632085127915659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-baby-when-im-calling-out-give-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R1ArQE0g4qI/AAAAAAAAAhk/0BsZI0MXuJk/s72-c/P1030006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-3907828870240116208</id><published>2007-11-30T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T09:41:31.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; All the perfect words they seem so wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; She's gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; You wish that you could learn to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; The door is closed and you wish you could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Alone with you, alone with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davin tagged me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favourites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colour: YELLOWYELLOWYELLOWWW ♥  (If you know me you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; know this!)&lt;br /&gt;Food: Hm, I don't know. I think I'm picky. Recently I'm into bland stuff, being the weird me [:&lt;br /&gt;Movie: LOTR? (This is a stupid question.)&lt;br /&gt;Sport: Running, hah.&lt;br /&gt;Day: Tuesdays WITH MORRIE&lt;br /&gt;Season: Autumn!&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream: Vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Current&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Screwed up&lt;br /&gt;Clothes: Shirt, shorts, underwearrr&lt;br /&gt;Time: 0928h&lt;br /&gt;Surrounding: MESSY&lt;br /&gt;Annoyances: (It's a secret.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Firsts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best friend: My cousin, in Kindergarten, LAWL. (Other than that, my Primary School BFF has since migrated.)&lt;br /&gt;Crush: Some boy in Kindergarten my cousin and I both had a crush on. This is called sharing, HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Movie: Memory is failing me.&lt;br /&gt;Music: Nursery rhymes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lasts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink: Iced Lemon Tea&lt;br /&gt;Car ride: Monday/Tuesday, I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;Crush: (My lips are sealed.)&lt;br /&gt;Phone Call: Songtard the DFS.&lt;br /&gt;CD Played: The Goo Goo Dolls, Let Love In.&lt;br /&gt;Gone Out With Friends: YESTERDAY.&lt;br /&gt;Broken A Law: Jaywalking when &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forced&lt;/span&gt; to? D:&lt;br /&gt;Been Arrested: NO.&lt;br /&gt;Been on TV: Yes, partially. Long story la.&lt;br /&gt;Kissed Someone You Don't Know: I am not FOC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 Things I'm Good At:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Making people laugh.&lt;br /&gt;2. Smiling.&lt;br /&gt;3. Being stupid.&lt;br /&gt;4. Talking, when I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;5. RANDOM.&lt;br /&gt;(**Evidence off FB.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;People To Tag:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRYS!, Sin, BASE, Cheryl (SNGS), Cel [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that meme was random, but it's totally in line with no.9 on my To-do List.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's RGS' Play "Love Me, Hate Me, Kill Me Now" in the evening at 7pm. Will be meeting GA people. Haha, seems like I'd be ready to meet tons of people there later. Must remember camera; camwhore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, who doesn't know an RG girl? It's full house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-3907828870240116208?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/3907828870240116208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/3907828870240116208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2007/11/all-perfect-words-they-seem-so-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-7807927552158256979</id><published>2007-11-29T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T19:02:39.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; I see two roads ahead of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; One is wide, the other is narrow and long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Which is the one you'll choose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Together we're walking side by side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; I will fall and you will rescue me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Through all my darkest times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; And what will define you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returned home safely an hour ago, despite Songtard stalking me home. Ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(AW if you are reading this, please do not believe him. And, please do not laugh. Or I will so kick you. He's the last person on Earth to date!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, Song pangseh-ed me in the morning so I had to treat my journey from Serangoon to Queenstown as a joyride, turn the other way around, and meet Victor at Kallang instead. Idiotic freak, but I guess the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STARBUCKS Bottled Frapp&lt;/span&gt; he gave me made up for that wrong [: Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer at The Cage was okay. Though it's still hard to believe you actually pay $50/hour to play in a WAREHOUSE. And mind you, that's only the Weekday rate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; 6pm. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After&lt;/span&gt; 6pm and on Weekends the damage incurred is $90/hour. Damn, these people make big bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game we ate at Kallang KFC. Here's a retarded video. Don't blame me it's not censored. Song owes me 10 cents for every time he swears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-34f3a57010b11e6c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D34f3a57010b11e6c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332274633%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5C662A0E94001CBB20DDE46CCF4516ACAF455C5.2ECD2F568B134ED7B7E298A2B9047FAFC35975E6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D34f3a57010b11e6c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dsk5ZpsgZ-zDPm9TLI83be9zy7oI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D34f3a57010b11e6c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332274633%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5C662A0E94001CBB20DDE46CCF4516ACAF455C5.2ECD2F568B134ED7B7E298A2B9047FAFC35975E6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D34f3a57010b11e6c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dsk5ZpsgZ-zDPm9TLI83be9zy7oI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CHECK OUT THE CLASSIC LOOK MAHHNNNN. RIGHTEOUS. LAWL! I AM LAUGHING MY HEAD OFF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Do watch out for the part when Victor talks about Omi killing him for swearing. He goes, "And Naomi, you can see everything..")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Liverpool won 4-1 so yay [: Just one more match to qualify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ROCK ON &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Gerrard is the cutest thing ever. (Save for Crouch.) And I swear, Cronaldo is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; wanker. At least now I know there's someone else who agrees with me that Man U fans are the worst of all fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;chrys. says:&lt;br /&gt;sorry. was feeding my friend alcohol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥We need order, Hon. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA FEEDING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chrys. says:&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chrys. says:&lt;br /&gt;FEEDING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥We need order, Hon. says:&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chrys. says:&lt;br /&gt;she made me go out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chrys. says:&lt;br /&gt;and get her a straw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrys has a weird friend. Imaginary? And how should I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-7807927552158256979?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=34f3a57010b11e6c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/7807927552158256979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/7807927552158256979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-see-two-roads-ahead-of-you-one-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-591190219045287241</id><published>2007-11-28T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T21:56:58.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Maybe you’ve been through this before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; But it’s my first time so please ignore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; The next few lines because they’re directed at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I can’t always be waiting, waiting on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I can’t always be playing, playing your fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I just feel so confused and screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn right, and that's when everything's just not going the way I want it to. Okay, I admit I sound wilful now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was supposed to be a happy day. And anyway in the evening I got a Babydoll. That's supposed to make me happy. Lawl, HL managed to guess! (Other than me turning down Song's offer to go catch a movie.) But I guess, it ended up all the same as the days before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get so pissed when, to my parents, "Ely+Some Guy=Secret Date She's Never Told Her Parents About". Stupid shitz, y'know? I mean, where's the logic in that. Now you tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, M the Doofus or should I say Bobo the Pervert? Whichever, M called me today to make me talk. Okay, kidding. No such thing happened. M's a sad guy sometimes. Emo. Maybe. But hey, as a reader of my blog, you really didn't need to know that [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I am going crazy. Currently mood swinging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning's The Cage for me. I'd be playing a Loser Spectator (see, I admit) and not some Loser Manager. Anyway, even though Benitez is a sucky manager, Ferguson can be such a shithead too. C'mon, just 'cuz y'all are somewhere up on the leader board don't give you a good enough excuse to screw around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same goes with my emotions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-591190219045287241?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/591190219045287241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/591190219045287241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2007/11/maybe-youve-been-through-this-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23923718.post-975241246064813326</id><published>2007-11-27T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T23:55:53.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;My heart is speeding up and slowing down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;To know I know it's over, it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;And can you die of heartbreak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;To die for love lost young I pray to find it again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Oh again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R0w5KR5Lp7I/AAAAAAAAAhc/eE6u7nf5yco/s1600-h/Me,Deborah,Eunice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R0w5KR5Lp7I/AAAAAAAAAhc/eE6u7nf5yco/s200/Me,Deborah,Eunice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137544123687610290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our butts look good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawl, just got that photo off FB 'cuz Staf finally sent it to Eunice who finally uploaded it [: Anyway I think we do retarded things together. Hawhaw, love you two, Debbie&amp;amp;Eunnn! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was boring. Intended for an AWE Outing but P's busy with work and BFFAEZXZX has Choir Practice in VJ ): I think I am prolly the only one who has no work, no rehearsals, no trainings.. NOTHING to do this holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P'haps, after all, the holidays after 'O's ain't all that great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, some people are so laggy they actually never knew that I'm a Liverpool supporter. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song is an ass, 'cuz he supports Manchester United! D: Rawr, Victor and I will crush him, we swear. And we'll walk together, hahaha. (Never Walk Alone, get it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;♥We need order, Hon. says:&lt;br /&gt;AND HE'S ASKING ME TO RUB HIS ASS 'CUZ IT HURTS ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥We need order, Hon. says:&lt;br /&gt;HE'S VIOLATING ME ON THE PHONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;ze&gt;&lt;ze&gt;&gt; I found lead, gold and Guns n Roses in the Heavy Metal section says:&lt;br /&gt;ooh yucckkkkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;ze&gt;&lt;ze&gt;&gt; I found lead, gold and Guns n Roses in the Heavy Metal section says:&lt;br /&gt;man, u gotta go wash ur phone man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥We need order, Hon. says:&lt;br /&gt;YAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥We need order, Hon. says:&lt;br /&gt;AND MY BRAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;ze&gt;&gt; I found lead, gold and Guns n Roses in the Heavy Metal section says:&lt;br /&gt;haha totally&lt;/ze&gt;&lt;/ze&gt;&lt;/ze&gt;&lt;/ze&gt;&lt;/ze&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song corrupts the minds of not only young children. It's safer to say: Practically Everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23923718-975241246064813326?l=juvenileapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/975241246064813326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23923718/posts/default/975241246064813326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juvenileapathy.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-heart-is-speeding-up-and-slowing.html' title=''/><author><name>Ely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02542376567862321401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BLCTynubol8/S-E1SgXbnKI/AAAAAAAABc4/oc_XCahEgxo/S220/IMG_2662-2-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BLCTynubol8/R0w5KR5Lp7I/AAAAAAAAAhc/eE6u7nf5yco/s72-c/Me,Deborah,Eunice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
