<?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-11873515</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:20:00.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life and Times of The Great</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>129</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-8825306056175003289</id><published>2007-07-22T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T14:57:10.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>harry potter!!</title><content type='html'>i just finished my harry potter and the deathly hallows. it was superb!!! but there a lot of difference from the first book i think. but still very nice nevertheless. :)&lt;br /&gt;bought it ytd with oli and denise, but start reading at dinner time, slept w/o brushing my teeth last night(gross ya?) but i was too engrosed in the book. haha but i was atill a happy ending i guess, cant believe so many ppl died. oh wells&lt;br /&gt;now i eating my brakfast at 3. yay! laid in bed reading the book. so i'm really hungry now&lt;br /&gt;lol there's even a hotline for ppl aft reading the book for the depressed ppl of course.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-8825306056175003289?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/8825306056175003289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/8825306056175003289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2007/07/harry-potter.html' title='harry potter!!'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-1965646478445409642</id><published>2007-07-15T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T20:27:04.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nxt week</title><content type='html'>looks like it'll be a busy week again. okay, mon= mt listening compre, tue= english oral (after tightening, my braces are really starting to affect my speach, i guess the ulcer plays a part too...) yes thn guides and tution and harry potter 7th book release. yay. i'm trying to re-read the series before it comes out, but i'm only 0.7346727  way thru the 3rd book. lol made up that number... its actually around 5/8 truthfully. but i'm not a crazed manic, wont make a wand for myself unlike oli... hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i will change my blogskin soon!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-1965646478445409642?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/1965646478445409642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/1965646478445409642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2007/07/nxt-week.html' title='nxt week'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-7053428982433604534</id><published>2007-07-10T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T21:47:16.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thankful</title><content type='html'>currently eating the lolipop huizhen gave me. :D the swirly colourful one!!! but i realised that its super hard to eat it when you have a big fat ugly painful ulcer. but i still love it!!! in fact it reminds me of the bread thing we tried to cook during annual camp, cos its twirled around the stick. hui zhen was so nice to give me a box of goodies and a letter, even though for that camp i as her angel gave her 2 letters and a last minute friendship band thing made out of twine only !! i feel guilty. mabye i'll try to buy something for her. though it kinda belated...&lt;br /&gt; yea, i got this great surprise on sec 4 farewell. never really had the chance to thank her cos i was being damn bloody self centred that day. yes it was all abt me than, but i'm over it, no more selfish assholic behavior, to think abt it, w/o my selfishness i cld have been damn happy, i mean i recieve roses, cos 2 sec 4s werent there, and the roses wldnt live any longer.... yes it died today. so sad their heads down. but thans to mary and yuqi cos we only had two, mary kindly gave it up. i'm selfish arent i?? they smelt damn nice yet terrible at the same time...&lt;br /&gt;my angel gave me a.... yellow soft toy. i dunno what is it. but my love for gold has nothing to do with money!!! gold is glamourous, to be glam, money is needed... so maybe there's a connection.... my mortal, fangwei replied to every letter i sent out. heh wld have nvr realised i wrote 10 letters, maybe i'm not so selfish after all, apart from a tigger soft toy who has a jacket, but looks wayyy better naked, she gave me a vase, kinda random huh? haha but thanks anw.&lt;br /&gt;ooh joanne gave us two chicks on a chain, once again thank you.&lt;br /&gt;ooh and thanks to everyone for wasting precious water on me. esp during the song, that keep holding on is so tear inducing...&lt;br /&gt;so i guess i gain more than what i've lost. haha. shd have been happy on sat, cant rewrite my life now can i?? i'll just be less selfish!!&lt;br /&gt;guides tml! house tee! we've been upgraded!!!!!! lol i sound like a mobile phone... i'm envious of denise's new phone, but i've got my beautiful face inside it now.&lt;br /&gt;denise cant do w/o him, i cant do w/o her, rong cant do w/o you... sounds wrong!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-7053428982433604534?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/7053428982433604534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/7053428982433604534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2007/07/thankful.html' title='thankful'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-2721337843881062435</id><published>2007-07-09T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T18:23:36.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just signed into my friendster account aft forever.... realised it exsisted. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i hate crying.&lt;br /&gt;for the cat/fish or frog/bat hope u are happy in kitty/fishy or froggy/ batty heacen unless u are in hell thn that's a different thing.&lt;br /&gt;for the 2 unconscious ppl hope ur conscious and sane&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-2721337843881062435?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/2721337843881062435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/2721337843881062435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-signed-into-my-friendster-account.html' title=''/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-7309029303481256622</id><published>2007-07-09T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T17:53:11.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3rd dead animal, 2nd unconscious human&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a very lucky girl am i?&lt;br /&gt;first was the peaceful dead bat, thn the rotting dead fish/frog and now a bloody dead cat.&lt;br /&gt;first the woman at the bus stop and now the man on the bus. both unconsious and scary. haha. in fact my grandma insists i take a lemon bath...to was away bad luck i guess. but one problem, there is no bathtub in my house...&lt;br /&gt;maybe what wenqi said was true, seeing a dead bat does give me 3 months of bad luck... ooh. haha thought that she was crapping, but that did start it all...&lt;br /&gt;you dont know how many ppl care abt u until u face setbacks. well thanks alot, i dont how how i cld have made it thru without all of u. thanks to denise, rong qi, kay wei, kharirah, mary, yu qi, merri, ... i'm lazy to continue.&lt;br /&gt;i'm fine now,&lt;br /&gt;but why do i feel like i've lost a part of myself...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-7309029303481256622?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/7309029303481256622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/7309029303481256622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2007/07/3rd-dead-animal-2nd-unconscious-human.html' title=''/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-2458847917820768966</id><published>2007-06-23T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T21:25:26.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>carnival and cakes</title><content type='html'>carnival&lt;br /&gt;was really fun, other than the mango drink over me, getting hit by some ass carrying a huge box, and hitting my hand on one of those metal bars sticking out of the ground. why do we even have these good for nothing metal poles?!&lt;br /&gt;but huichun was a dear, she helped me clean up the mango drink, but she was the one who got in on me in the first place.... haha no lah, its actually okay. wow, i think i've become a nicer person this year. :)&lt;br /&gt;SUPER GLUE IS COMPLETELY SAFE. i'm serious, unless u stick ur fingers together like kaywei and dione...or unless u eat it... thn its rather pain to seperate them. but if its just like mine, spread over on the fingers, it can be easily peeled of when it dries!!! okay, maybe not easily, but no big trouble. and to think when i was young, my mom was all super glue's DANGEROUS!!! haha. and kw and dione's fingers are not stucked together.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so creative today. i invented feather + foam hearts bookmarks! i'm such a genious!!! i'll call my invention.... feather + foam hearts bookmarks!!! lol. fun doing all those crafts. i hope the things i made dun start falling out... esp the roses...&lt;br /&gt;most of my carnival tickets went to our store thru donations. i didnt really spend much tickets, too busy making crafts. mine were damn ugly, its a surprise ppl still buy what i made...&lt;br /&gt;had dinner at amk macs with kaywei and hao yee. chun went off at novena. my fam didnt want me home for dinner. hmmm. no lah, they love me too much. its complicated.&lt;br /&gt;overall, i'll say today went really well haha. must start studying for the insane 5 tests nxt week and the one test the week after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cakes&lt;br /&gt;i love blackforest cakes, my dad bought some home yay. so when i finished my bath, i came down, my grandma said, in hokkien of course, wenlyn, the apples are nice, we left some for you. and she pointed at that bowl of cut fruits. so i wanted to rush cos i have loads to do, must start studying today!!! oh thn i told my grandma, dun wan i'm kinda full. thn i walked away.&lt;br /&gt;my grandma said" your dad bought your fav blackforest cake" i turned around and said can i eat it now?! and my grandma had this wth look on her face!!! i was damn shock, my grandma's supposed to be those nice, grandmotherly ones...&lt;br /&gt;still a bit freaked out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-2458847917820768966?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/2458847917820768966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/2458847917820768966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2007/06/carnival-and-cakes.html' title='carnival and cakes'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-4910038383448940453</id><published>2007-06-16T11:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T11:52:18.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>short lived happiness</title><content type='html'>yupps, one more week till i return to school, hmmm somehow i'm not unhappy or anything haha. well maybe these are one of the more numb days. lol and i'll cut myself to feel pain. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;i think i\i wanna close this blog!! i hardly blog after all!! haha no point in keeping it!!&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note i found kw and hc blog, actually i kinda alr knew but i forgotten again!! my brain's failing!!! i know it!!! so now i'll just cut myself to feel pain. lmao now gotta rmb to relink and link them.&lt;br /&gt;shall attempt to once again bake something. i wiah myself luck. after all when it fails i can always cut myself to feel pain.&lt;br /&gt;dang! monday gotta go back to school to return sleeping bag and dance thing. sigh just when i thought i had a free day... so now i shall cut myself to feel pain&lt;br /&gt;-i'm still sane and i do not cut myself.&lt;br /&gt;-i'm against self-multilation. ( or whatever its spelt, since i cant spelt i shall go cut myself to feel pain)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-4910038383448940453?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/4910038383448940453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/4910038383448940453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2007/06/short-lived-happiness.html' title='short lived happiness'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-8332280163033198563</id><published>2007-05-31T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T14:45:16.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vegetarian potatoes</title><content type='html'>i wanna be a vegetarian!! but not those serious types... my conscions has been bugging me since i ate dear meat on my dad's birthday... DEAR MEAT!! and shortly after that i watched bambi 2 and my stomach, oesophagus, small and large intestines have never been the same again. not that it taste bad it was actually nicer than chicken... maybe cos its vesak day, the urge to give up all things meaty is stronger today.&lt;br /&gt;potatoes take a long time to be baked. lets rush my unch. cook potato cook. its alr 2.45 and i'm starting to feel hungry now. baked potato with scrambled eggs. coooooooookkkk!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i thoght i was gg green today.... but lacto vegetarian can eat eggs or something like tht anw...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-8332280163033198563?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/8332280163033198563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/8332280163033198563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2007/05/vegetarian-potatoes.html' title='vegetarian potatoes'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-7456070582822175425</id><published>2007-05-27T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T15:10:43.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays</title><content type='html'>yay! june holidays have started! but not really... i believe only when its monday than the holidays start... so yay! holidays start tml...&lt;br /&gt;i'm using my aunts laptop and its got only 20% batt left. woo hoo, just enough to blog...&lt;br /&gt;i realised the holidays arent very long. kinda busy....&lt;br /&gt;everyone's acting like a jerk! maybe even me, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully lets all get over this soon....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-7456070582822175425?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/7456070582822175425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/7456070582822175425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2007/05/holidays.html' title='holidays'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-5285472879385939125</id><published>2007-05-19T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T11:44:11.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy!</title><content type='html'>today's saturday! and i missed my fav weekend cartoon, Avatar the last airbender. lols, nvm i'll watch the 5 o'clock one. seriously, watching cartooms its one of the many plaesures of life, takes your mind off anything. gosh &lt;strike&gt;i'm really childish&lt;/strike&gt;i m really young at heart.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm doing the proposal for pt, with CHARMINE. so sorry charmine, i'm distracted.&lt;br /&gt;wheee one more week to hols.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-5285472879385939125?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/5285472879385939125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/5285472879385939125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2007/05/busy.html' title='busy!'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-5658195310722519144</id><published>2007-05-16T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T18:44:57.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;strike&gt;i m getting lazy&lt;/strike&gt; i m really busy. havent been blogging in a while, last blogged on my birthday. haha wells i thinks its 10 more days including weekends to june holidays. yay! cant wait for that. my long deserved break!!!!!!! but its probably not a lot, got loads to do then. so random, but i did my passport and ic. omg, i didnt know passport cost like 8xs more than ic haha. ahh today i m tired. :) i have been tired for so long... my spare energy have been all used up.&lt;br /&gt;urgh! i dun feel like blogging anymore. and i badly need to change my blogskin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-5658195310722519144?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/5658195310722519144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/5658195310722519144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2007/05/blogging.html' title='blogging'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-1028225274602682468</id><published>2007-05-04T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T22:17:37.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;4th may is a normal day, but it was what all of your did that made it special&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like mybirthday turned out better than i tot. haha. 6 major groups of ppl to thank.&lt;br /&gt;so thank you so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;5 of us&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3/o&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sec 3 guides&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2n 06 ppl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;primary sch friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;i feel more mature, more understanding less demanding. i guess not all changes are bad. what made my day today was the wishes and the cheers:) not the presents. but i admit presents are still impt! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tml is a long day. i m really glad today. thanks everyone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-1028225274602682468?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/1028225274602682468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/1028225274602682468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-birthday.html' title='my birthday'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-7216499661129300621</id><published>2007-04-29T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T10:19:08.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my chocolate fortune!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i been really cold to you, but trust me its all over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my daddy's home!! at last from germany,&lt;br /&gt;so w/o fail, he got me something, unlike my mom. but anw guess what! its 60+ euros worth of chocolate! around s$120+! yay!&lt;br /&gt;and mostly dark super dark chocolate! haha. 8 boxes and two bars od chocolatey goodness! and its really nice, but bad for my throat and braces! i must not fall sick!!&lt;br /&gt;but sadly, only the godiva brand 2 boxes are made in belgium... the rest all in germany! but that good enough!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-7216499661129300621?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/7216499661129300621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/7216499661129300621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-chocolate-fortune.html' title='my chocolate fortune!'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-5126063320591582358</id><published>2007-04-25T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T20:34:14.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emo day?</title><content type='html'>today went rather well other than needing to save my dear bag from the terrible rain. today was super cold and wet. ooh in fact i think its raining now, at my home at least. back to my bag story. i went to save it from the heavy rain as it was at the starbucks corner. getting myself drench instead. baggy's fine now.&lt;br /&gt;flag days on sat. as in the class one. not than i'm mean, but the word CIP makes me go... thanks to cannosavile's little 'angels'. but i guess it'll be fine since flag day= no children. i hate children. seems like everyone's flag daying... guides also.&lt;br /&gt;i am starting to dislike rainy days. used to like them i guess the sun's way better. haha. i wanna take my bath now. but in this cold weather?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;ppl change, so have u. what she said makes too much sense. i cant help myself to believe her. she points out reasons for your actions, and it's easier to believe her than to guess. but if what she said was true, i doubt u are that type of ppl. if so i m really dissapointed.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wth, all of us are drifting apart. that's sad, but whats's worse is than we dont care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;maybe i m reading into it too much. or just bing emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-5126063320591582358?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/5126063320591582358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/5126063320591582358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2007/04/emo-day.html' title='emo day?'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-5174871645026493326</id><published>2007-04-17T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T18:50:20.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've let you all down</title><content type='html'>i wanna apologise to all the guides coy 2 ppl...&lt;br /&gt;xinya's birthday tml, oli's one is nxt monday, denise's is on the 6th of may and well a certain someone's one is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;much much much later.&lt;/span&gt; oh no till we all might forget abt it and completely dun buy anything for her. right rongqi?&lt;br /&gt;but who cares abt those insignificant birthdays? haha. the BEST day is coming up soon. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4TH MAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after buying the presents of the insignificants i gotta save up to buy my own one for myself! so gotta bring own food to sch in the lunch box to save money. haha. lols. not so extreme.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna give up red. its too well liked, too common and overused. and no offence to anyone because there are really nice ppl who like red and are nice, but red has kinda been picked up by well that type of ppl. and i dun wanna be like them. and i dun wan my fav colour to be so common.&lt;br /&gt;so as of today, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;my fav colour is GOLD&lt;/span&gt;. even though i still love red... my childhood fav colour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-5174871645026493326?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/5174871645026493326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/5174871645026493326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2007/04/ive-let-you-all-down.html' title='i&apos;ve let you all down'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-241506377258637713</id><published>2007-04-11T18:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T18:50:13.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i m so independent.</title><content type='html'>i feel so proud of myself!! even though its nothing much but i went to ndc all own my own. now i just sound stupid. anw my super nice orthodontist took the opportunity to add stuff to my braces. looks like my braces get more and more complicated for now i have unglam rubberbands.&lt;br /&gt;so on my way much i took 315. there was a old couple, probably foreigners, wanted to alight but didnt know what to do. so they were nearing the bus stop and looking damn worried and started tapping their ezlink card then the bus driver had this 'huh?' look.&lt;br /&gt;old man: what do we do now?&lt;br /&gt;old lady: i dunno. i'll ask someone.&lt;br /&gt;nice person: press the bell&lt;br /&gt;old lady: press the bell?&lt;br /&gt;old lady to old man: press the bell! press the bell&lt;br /&gt;old man: i'm pressing! i'm pressing.&lt;br /&gt;bus stops and they alight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3o is GREAT! just like me! yay we did well in the heats ytd. :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many ppls' birthdays are coming up. so much presents to buy. i m gonna be broke!! but at least mine's coming up real soon too! 4TH MAY! hint hint&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-241506377258637713?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/241506377258637713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/241506377258637713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-m-so-independent.html' title='i m so independent.'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-8950661123621031564</id><published>2007-04-02T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T16:27:26.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random day, random way</title><content type='html'>today passed in a random fashion... every monday i feel like i waste my weekend, but this week is like a relaxing week i hope. chinese test is over, no test this entire week, so its all good.&lt;br /&gt;mosquito bites!!on my way home with denise today i got bitten. haha my blood's sweeter than denise's. haha. so she told me to poke it with my nails. and i poke out a W on it. because it swell up and all...&lt;br /&gt;oli ate lunch with us today, i miss having lunch with xin ya. she's always so busy...&lt;br /&gt;yay i m gg to enrol in denise's maths tution!! gg for the trial next mon. hopefully the teacher doesnt split us up for diff timing!!&lt;br /&gt;alot of people's birthday are coming up soon. i m gg to be broke again. not to mention i owe oli a treat.&lt;br /&gt;denise's haloscan takes a long time to process my tag.&lt;br /&gt;mdm noorhani has finaly plan a new seating arrangement! i know this sounds mean but I M FREE! at last!&lt;br /&gt;ouch.  i think another mosquito bit me. damn you mosquito!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-8950661123621031564?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/8950661123621031564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/8950661123621031564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2007/04/random-day-random-way.html' title='random day, random way'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-4761230946860936872</id><published>2007-03-27T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T17:18:03.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unluckiest day ever!</title><content type='html'>everything didnt go well today. and seems like my lovely new watch is like bringing the bad luck to me. not that i m superstious maybe i'll not wear it tml...&lt;br /&gt;i rmb telling denise that everyone have equal amt of luck, some ppl's evenly spread out, others just random. i think mine is extreme. ytd was a good day, today is just terrible. shall start in chronological order.&lt;br /&gt;1) lesson before recess (maths)&lt;br /&gt;recieved a and e maths test bad. did super seriously super badly for it&lt;br /&gt;hence gg to enrol for maths tution!!&lt;br /&gt;2) recess&lt;br /&gt;it was a sad recess but that's better now&lt;br /&gt;3)4.00&lt;br /&gt;when gg home, fell down and now i have a bruised knee and dead skin&lt;br /&gt;4)5.20&lt;br /&gt;i think i have a stomach ache now!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-4761230946860936872?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/4761230946860936872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/4761230946860936872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2007/03/unluckiest-day-ever.html' title='unluckiest day ever!'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-1151469076432314950</id><published>2007-03-21T16:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T17:06:22.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chicken and waving</title><content type='html'>i just picked out what it seemed to be like a piece of chicken from my braces. haha. thats quite gross.&lt;br /&gt;but thats not the point, it is about waving. inspired from denise's experience.&lt;br /&gt;2 malu ways:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;you waved but the person didnt see you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you thought the person was waving at you, so you wave back&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;in this case would you then pretend you didnt wave/ touch your hair, pretending that you were adjusting your hair or scream that that person for not waving at you. hmmm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-1151469076432314950?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/1151469076432314950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/1151469076432314950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2007/03/chicken-and-waving_21.html' title='chicken and waving'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-6231297994121600352</id><published>2007-03-16T19:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T19:19:07.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>achey feet day.</title><content type='html'>ytd and today was so fun!&lt;br /&gt;ytd first.&lt;br /&gt;went out with oli, rong qi and denise to vivo. so fun. apparently rong qi's not gullible. we tried to trick her into paying for the full cost of the shared nerd rope sweets. haha. swensen's manager is super mean. he kept staring at us just cos we were playing truth os dare with the food. like denise said. we can have werid eating habits what! but water melon with pepper is actually quite yummy! haha.&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;went to ecp with 3/o. so many cedarians were there today! haha. i got lost on my way there. supposed to alight at parkway and walk in the smelly and ulu underpass, but i thought 196 will go into ecp and so i stayed on it till i reached kallang! haha luckily i asked rena in time, or i wld have gone to a ulu place!!&lt;br /&gt;i walked so much today! and cycled so much too! my muscles are sure to ache tml! but i am a lousy rider! haha kept lagging behind! haha. lousy me! much brush up my cycling skills.&lt;br /&gt;gg back to ecp brings lots of memories back! i miss windsurfing with audrey and lorayne! not that we were pros. only level one. i want to continue windsurfing, but i think i'll have to start all over again! i forgot so much alr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-6231297994121600352?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/6231297994121600352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/6231297994121600352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2007/03/achey-feet-day.html' title='achey feet day.'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-7235620929132727529</id><published>2007-03-14T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T18:56:43.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>troubles</title><content type='html'>i have this sudden urge to get away, temporaily of course. i still love my life, my troubles and myself. however sometimes i think i need a BREAK. not the normal 5 mins, 10 mins break, i want a long time out.which WAS supposed to be my march holidays.&lt;br /&gt;i feel afraid. bone gripping fear. fear that penetrates my sanity so much because no one understands, whatever i'll be there for u, i'll be there when you need me crap. its no use because actually when something happens no one understands. even if they are in the same situation as you. people have different believes, different way of doing things.&lt;br /&gt;but i will not break just like that. wenlyn is made of more substance than this. yea must be strong like steel. no doesnt sound nice enough. be strong like diamond!&lt;br /&gt;one very dark way of preventing this is to think the worst of everyone, everything, every situation. so when some thing not as bad as what you thought it wld be it makes you happy. but i dont need to use this. i m not so desperate. not to mention wun everyday be so bleak than?&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;i need to pursue happiness. or was it happyness?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-7235620929132727529?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/7235620929132727529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/7235620929132727529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2007/03/troubles.html' title='troubles'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-5483228506242604619</id><published>2007-03-11T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T13:12:01.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>linking and tagging</title><content type='html'>i m through linking and tagging. its super tiring...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-5483228506242604619?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/5483228506242604619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/5483228506242604619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2007/03/linking-and-tagging.html' title='linking and tagging'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-2442107146986494251</id><published>2007-03-11T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T12:44:13.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday morning</title><content type='html'>yay. its sunday morning, well kinda afternoon alr. currently doing the proposal with melissa on msn. now she is editing it, poor thing, what i did must be super atrocious... so she suggests that i go blog or something. which i shall, or actually i m alr doing that&lt;br /&gt;ytd i went out with xinya and denise at j8, for lunch and a few hours. apparently cafe cartel at j8 has bad service and bad ambience! we got a shitty uncomfortable chair when selfish ppl sat on the comfy 4 seater when there was only 2 of them. but other than that it was really fun. i finally another watch but it was alr spoilt! so i went back there to change, sadly i cant get back the same design...&lt;br /&gt;so i went to my aunts hse after that, its also in bishan. eat dinner there and it made me feel so super bloated... until now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-2442107146986494251?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/2442107146986494251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/2442107146986494251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2007/03/sunday-morning.html' title='sunday morning'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-5756825097913795273</id><published>2007-03-08T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T20:00:40.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its a packed packed march hols.</title><content type='html'>i hardly have anytime in the hols. only wenlyn day to slack but then again i might have to do the uber thick pile of homework and study for the 4 upcoming test. so much for the one relaxing break. there's so much to do in so little time. depressing!&lt;br /&gt;my favourite fruit shall be the strawberry! only because it's super super RED! i dun like to eat it though. too sour. haha but not the apple despite it being red too... but its too big and not red enough. not to mention how will you feel knowing that your favourite fruit is used in a primary sch problem sums... therefore strawberry is the best!! in a seedy soury way...&lt;br /&gt;do not miss the clash of chinese oral and guides homemaker test! some guides are gg to volunteer to go first to be able to go for homemakers test... but that is so scary. O_o i dun think i dare. heh. but the teachers are more lenient to the first ppl. right?? besides it better to get it over and done with. good luck everyone&lt;br /&gt;tml is gg to be a heavy day. gotta bring apron and H.E stuff to sch and back. i hope i havent lost them... ooh must bring home textbooks to study for test too. grrr. then i'll hav eto lug home all these cos tml my dad cant pick me up. i m tempted to just take a taxi home tml...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-5756825097913795273?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/5756825097913795273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/5756825097913795273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-packed-packed-march-hols.html' title='its a packed packed march hols.'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-7349707063905289874</id><published>2007-03-07T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T15:07:05.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moo ice cream sandwich</title><content type='html'>is super yummy. ice cream between chocolate biscuits/cookie. not to mention it chewy and soft. free advertistment. lol&lt;br /&gt;i have less than 18% of batt left. must blog super fast now. there's something wrong with my internet connection. somehow it wun work well. :( 16% now. its super unfair, wenqi uses all the batt and i m left to charge it. argh!&lt;br /&gt;today was a rather nice day. i feel like i have been struck by graditude. suddenly i feel so damn grateful. for everything. well not exactly everything, but a number of things.&lt;br /&gt;its a small world after all... apperantly in cedar it is. someone that i knew is someone's senior's friend's junior which is my classmate. still have more more complex chains. 11% left i think i m blooging at a super slow pace. but its just that suddenly i dun noe what to blog about. other than the moo ice cream which is also high in CALCIUM. for healthy bones and teeth.&lt;br /&gt;nvm i shd go write 5 of us their letters. sounds werid. cos i cant use our as i do not write to myself. so its only 3 more exculding denise's. i alr wrote and gave it to her in sch.&lt;br /&gt;chinese oral is on fri. so saddistic. no mood for it. lol. last day and must stay back&lt;br /&gt;grrr! i was only one second late to put in the wire for charging and guess what. this smart laptop goes to hibernate. what a lazy pig. damn it, i had to on it all over again. luckily this post is still intact. :)&lt;br /&gt;i m done blogging. tml is a long long day. i have tution!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-7349707063905289874?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/7349707063905289874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/7349707063905289874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2007/03/moo-ice-cream-sandwich.html' title='moo ice cream sandwich'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-3679760763176202717</id><published>2007-03-03T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T17:07:14.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oac, diarrhoea and food poisoning?</title><content type='html'>its really sad they ended the camp early, yesterday. the campfire was supposed to be damn nice. especially the 3o item. and i wanted to do H.E and tower. but i guess i wld be in too much pain to do it anw.&lt;br /&gt;yes on the first night i had stomach ache. in the middle of the night. then followed by diarrhoea, but i m fine now. but its so dissapointing. and kinda funny, when the camp started ppl wanted to go home now when they break camp everyone misses it. haha. luckily we still have monday off. seems like everything is gg wrong this year.&lt;br /&gt;i wish there will be another OAC...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-3679760763176202717?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/3679760763176202717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/3679760763176202717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2007/03/oac-diarrhoea-and-food-poisoning.html' title='oac, diarrhoea and food poisoning?'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-6074885399951779321</id><published>2007-02-26T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T19:42:41.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oac is coming to town</title><content type='html'>i dunno if i m excited or dreading it. well i guess it'll be kinda fun in a scary way. nvm i m contradicting myself. i gotta start packing soon, must borrow p.e tee from oli. cos i only have 2 and my class need 3... sigh. it'll be a lot easier if it was two hse tee and two p.e tee instead. good thing oli has lots of p.e tee. i think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in class&lt;br /&gt;today ira didnt come. hope she's alright. so angela sat at her seat, and i sat on angela's seat, which is next to pricilla. she is a math genius or i m a maths dumbo or both. thanks to her, he shone light on my maths excerise book and i finally understood the questions. :) and esther wanted half of pricilla's brain. O_o but thats not possible haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at home&lt;br /&gt;yay i did my zuo wen, but i did it against my values. what crap on short skirts. in the end i said long skirts were good and short skirts were bad. i m a horrible person. lying to get marks. hmph. well i deduced that stupid topics get stupid essays. heh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-6074885399951779321?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/6074885399951779321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/6074885399951779321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2007/02/oac-is-coming-to-town.html' title='oac is coming to town'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-1051288426421992251</id><published>2007-02-21T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T15:02:22.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thinking day</title><content type='html'>is on sat, but tml we do the annual stand at first level empty coridor and wear guides u thing. and jogging in black guides tee and guides skirt is new. thinking day? i nvr really understood what it meant ever since i was a brownie . its a day to think! no lah. there's more meaning to it i think long long ago my brownie teacher mentioned it but i forgot. good luck legs! and to all cedar guides legs too!&lt;br /&gt;grrr bio test is on fri. i shall be a studious girl and start studying today. but then again if tml oli want to cancel tution to study then why i start today? cos if no tution then i have the entire after school till night of tml to study what!&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe i forgot my a-maths exercise book again. so shd i do it or not. but ppl who finished it alr said it was difficult and long so maybe i shd start today, do on fullscap.&lt;br /&gt;today was a short short day. makes one happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;seriously i think you've alr changed. changed into one of those results and studying is your life no matter how u try to make urself seem different from that. first thing you ask when i talk to you was how much i got for my test. well is that now so serious like yr life depended on it? is now studying everything to u like as if your life depended on it. this is dissapointing and whats worse is that you still wanna deny it. saying things like you still haven start despite it being soooooo late. but its not sooooo late its normal or early. maybe u were like this all along. maybe we just didnt know. i shd have know last time now thinking about it its true u were always obsessed with studying. well be like everyone else. i dun care anymore. &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-1051288426421992251?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/1051288426421992251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/1051288426421992251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2007/02/thinking-day.html' title='thinking day'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-8061162797128808559</id><published>2007-02-20T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T10:34:01.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd day of cny</title><content type='html'>first two days i did what i always did every single year. go bai nian-ing. yes and collecting ang paos. haha&lt;br /&gt;sadly today due to unforseen circumstances i m left to rot at home. the entire family too. waste my effort in waking up early at 10! grrr&lt;br /&gt;here's how i found out.&lt;br /&gt;wenlyn: where are we gg today?&lt;br /&gt;mom: no where&lt;br /&gt;wenlyn: so we rot at home today?&lt;br /&gt;mom: ya&lt;br /&gt;wenlyn: why?&lt;br /&gt;mom: ....(shall leave this part out as it also comes with nagging)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolin is performing on t.v now! ooh random... haha now some old geezers have taken over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what shall i do today?&lt;br /&gt;1. rot at home. i rather not&lt;br /&gt;2. go out with friends. i think they are all visiting lol. besides only some shops are open&lt;br /&gt;3. go shopping. shops open?&lt;br /&gt;4. do my homework. so sad isnt it? to be doing hw on cny&lt;br /&gt;5. watch the silly tv. but its boring now.&lt;br /&gt;6. finish kniting my snake. this is a good suggestion, but i dun feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;7. blog. i m doing it&lt;br /&gt;8. go back to sleep. but i alr woke up&lt;br /&gt;9.watch shows on you tube. so true. since i hardly have time to do so. but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i have nothing to do and every little thing makes me pissed off. grr. like that stupid little asshole bird chirpping its heart out which pisses off the dogs who barks damn loudly as if there is no tml!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-8061162797128808559?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/8061162797128808559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/8061162797128808559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2007/02/3rd-day-of-cny.html' title='3rd day of cny'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-2665651802535481042</id><published>2007-02-16T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T22:16:25.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy happy day</title><content type='html'>yes today was a happy happy day. the 5ofus went to suntec and ate pastamania. ahh. anw sall summerise the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. rong qi gets high on coffee&lt;br /&gt; and starts adding a "to" to everything. like stairs-to.&lt;br /&gt;2. then again starbucks coffee makes all of us high.&lt;br /&gt;whee. dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;3. xinya and olivia are dreamers.&lt;br /&gt;at the fountain of wealth their wishes were rich tai tai and getting rich respectively. but sorry to dissapoint ya it was SILENT wishes... hmmm&lt;br /&gt;4. xinya's ego is growing&lt;br /&gt;mmm hmm. she learns from me!! haha no lah, i m not as egoistic like her. hehe&lt;br /&gt;5. bum equipment made my day.&lt;br /&gt;yes the skirt that i have been wanting has dropped from $80 to a mere $15!! and of course i bought it. :)&lt;br /&gt;6. denise and oli have sharp eyes.&lt;br /&gt;they spotted the "s" size of the skirt i wanted. aww so sweet of them.&lt;br /&gt;7. name giving&lt;br /&gt;rong qi = meanie mini poo&lt;br /&gt;denise = meanie mini pee&lt;br /&gt;olivia = meanie mini pwee&lt;br /&gt;me = meanie mini pok&lt;br /&gt;xinya = (she went for ballet alr but its alright xy will have a meaningless and unglam name like us too soon!) i was thinking for her meanie mini poi. but that sounds a little cool. so its rejected! must sound like kiddies.&lt;br /&gt;8. full stomach is not a good feeling&lt;br /&gt;pasta mania makes one full... coffee makes one full. and oh no i just realised i didnt eat any ice cream at all! well back to fullness, i met my mom after that cos xy and oli couldnt eat dinner so we all decided not to eat dinner. and my mom brought ,me to ichiban sushi! i ate sukiyaki set ( wenqi must be jealous) and gyoza. yummy. but the sukiyaki was too sweet, kinda kills your appetite. hence meanie mini pok felt full after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love gg out. make me happy. or maybe cos i bought that skirt. now what shall l wear for cny. i wanna wear that skirt but i alr have planned. oh wells&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think that i m really blessed with all that i own, and the great people around me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-2665651802535481042?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/2665651802535481042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/2665651802535481042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-happy-day.html' title='happy happy day'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-8449132151473461591</id><published>2007-02-15T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T18:54:42.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100th post</title><content type='html'>its not alot but still a nice number.&lt;br /&gt;finally some mean person saw what i wrote. wahaha. wells its okay mean person after all i only gave u your birthday gift 2 months later. which remings me i gotta give kaywei some thing too or her present will be 2 mths late too.&lt;br /&gt;at last the long cny break is here i have been waiting for this day to come for like ever!! tml i will be gg out with the 5ofus! so happy, how long havent i been out? last thurs for lunch with denise and oli i think. but where shall we all go tml?&lt;br /&gt;LIER didnt come again!! i think she pon school. hmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-8449132151473461591?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/8449132151473461591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/8449132151473461591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2007/02/100th-post.html' title='100th post'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-9033324173314785284</id><published>2007-02-14T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T19:25:24.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>especially for you, yes you, rong qi</title><content type='html'>in addition to the valentine's post,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SOME MEAN PERSON BY THE NAME OF HENG RONG QI DID'NT GIVE THE 5 OF US ANYTHING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be honoured rong qi. muhahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-9033324173314785284?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/9033324173314785284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/9033324173314785284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2007/02/especially-for-you-yes-you-rong-qi.html' title='especially for you, yes you, rong qi'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-7917660781879024914</id><published>2007-02-14T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T18:07:48.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>valentine's day</title><content type='html'>yay its valentine's day.&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU ALL WHO GAVE ME STUFF&lt;br /&gt;SORRY TO ALL I DIDN'T MANAGE TO GIVE STUFF&lt;br /&gt;but all those who gave me anything really made my day.&lt;br /&gt;which was spoilted by CIP&lt;br /&gt;i hate CIP. guides is 10 times better than it. CIP was like HELL. sigh, so tiring... today i had  to tutor a P5, how i miss P5 maths. ooh anw MARY, YUQI and WEEKIE were so nice to wait for me. thanks. seems like yu qi always have the worst people to tutor, dun worry, i sure she'll get better ones next time&lt;br /&gt;grr OAC is 2 weeks away. seems like i wun be able to borrow trackpants from my patrol. sigh. well haven ask the sec ones yet, but uptill now i haven properly see them yet, so i doubt they'll lend. that means i gotta buy!! waste money!! anyone reading this who have trackpants please lend to me!!!! if u dun need it of course!! i'll take super good care of it and when washing it i'll even use softener, and all the clothes care product.&lt;br /&gt;todays a super hot sunny day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-7917660781879024914?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/7917660781879024914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/7917660781879024914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-day.html' title='valentine&apos;s day'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-8888882179134867551</id><published>2007-02-10T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T22:09:42.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3/o</title><content type='html'>i m so sorry 3/o, but i really cant make it today to rehearse for the campfire item. i feel so bad.&lt;br /&gt;today i have an important family gathering then if i m not there, my extended familywill be very unhappy and dissapointed in me. rahs.&lt;br /&gt;gotta go, leaving home now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-8888882179134867551?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/8888882179134867551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/8888882179134867551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2007/02/3o.html' title='3/o'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-7815574833923017712</id><published>2007-02-04T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T22:09:42.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rants</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i m so frustrated. frustrated at every thing, at everyone, an everyway. somehow it all manages to piss me off. my mom and my braces especially. now great, my calculator has spoiled, maths test is on weds, i gotta get a new one before then, it so damn irritating. everything is so irritating. no one understands, even i dun understand myself now. to think it over carefully ,nothing is wrong, everything is fine. then why am i so pissed. horroscopes have inferred that if i want something i have to work for it, if i work for it, i can get it. yes so wenlyn why dun you work for it! work for it. thats what everyone is doing . it wldnt kill me to put in some effort. looks like i m irritated at even myself. i noe i shd start studying for chem and maths or at least complete ban jue ji and the stupid english article. but i cant bring myself do to that. if i put in more effort i'll probably wun be much happier anw. cos i'll only ask for more then. grr. humans just can ever be satified. this year hasnt gone well. not at all. everything is a mess. maybe todays just wrong. and i'll wake up tml all stupid again. not to mention a damn dissapointing year, in expected ppl and unexpected ppl. i love cedar, but its also too strict in uniform and too much test. its really annoying. and i wanted to used my sec one skirt all the way to sec four. now that dream can rest on the nvr ever gonna be achieved shelf of wenlyn dream along with the newly broken dream that no one sees the point in because their all too materialistic . grrr. i want a goal in life, not a ideal job, not to get good grades, those arent that impt.looks like i'll nvr have one. i cant even reach my short little goals, they turn into dreams and wishes. not in a good way. dream, something so far away, therefore dream on, wishes, wish for it, and they dun always come true. dreams and wishes are a childhood lala thing. nvr meant to be. this is great time to stop. instead of darkening someone else's life. at least i m still a little considerate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-7815574833923017712?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/7815574833923017712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/7815574833923017712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2007/02/rants.html' title='rants'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-5807222246739908663</id><published>2007-02-03T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T12:01:49.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new car and me</title><content type='html'>yesterday was really contradicting, it was 6+ i called my dad and he said" i m coming in five to ten minutes make sure you can recognize me" i didnt really get the last part but i ignored that cos in ten minute time it was gonna be 6.15 or 6.20 and that is way way way better than his original 6.30. so i was too happy. and to kay wei and hui chun hope your parents came soon aft that. he he kinda hoped their parents wld come late when they said they were coming at 6.  hehehe. so the evil side of wenlyn. big deal&lt;br /&gt;kay wei asked " what colour is your father's car?"&lt;br /&gt;so i replied " it a black old mers, old enuff to be vintage but not valuable enuff to be vintage."&lt;br /&gt;then i was talking to sunada, haha, then this silver car drove up, but i was still talking to sunada. then i saw my mom in the car. yay. i am so happy. my daddy finally bought a new car. and of the same brand too. whee so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;i m dissapointed in both of you, one just uses us takes us for granted, you noe if you suddenly turn around and change i will really accept u even if the rest dun. byt i think they will, pls show more appreciation. the other one is acting as a jealous freak. i mean ppl sometimes get jealous, but its too much as to say mean things abt it but too bad for you its not gonna work, then what pathetic is you dun even have the courage to face ppl after that giving damn stupid excuses for whatever that you said&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-5807222246739908663?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/5807222246739908663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/5807222246739908663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-car-and-me.html' title='new car and me'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-6084221681194135994</id><published>2007-02-01T14:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T14:26:11.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>self inflicted pain</title><content type='html'>comes from none other than your very own braces, extraction injection is pain, putting on the braces set is also pain, not as much though and finally, the after effect of someone pushing down on your teeth is also very pain, call now to get your very own pain today.&lt;br /&gt;grr i think the full set and after effect add up is the most painful thing i have ever done before, yes it hurts so damn badly it makes you wanna claw your eyes out. but i didnt of course. it still hurts and is gonna hurt for days.&lt;br /&gt;i choose red. its my fav colour after all and cny is coming soon. pain. its unbelieveable how some ppl can go thru this, this few days are gonna be the most painful days in my life.&lt;br /&gt;i regret.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-6084221681194135994?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/6084221681194135994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/6084221681194135994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2007/02/self-inflicted-pain.html' title='self inflicted pain'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-8706461165776150169</id><published>2007-01-25T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T21:40:43.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i lost my wallet!!</title><content type='html'>and found it later. well it was in the bus and when it reached the interchange i had to go there and get it back. so, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt; to&lt;br /&gt;1. my &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;mom&lt;/span&gt; (4 calling sbs)&lt;br /&gt;2. bus uncle (driving 135 which was the one i lost my wallet in)&lt;br /&gt;3. another bus uncle (driving 31 for giving me sbs no.)&lt;br /&gt;4. bubble tea shop uncle (for lending/giving me 55 cents)&lt;br /&gt;5. another uncle at the interchange (for giving me my wallet)&lt;br /&gt;6. any other kind souls who might have seen the wallet and not take it well there was only $4. who wld wanna steal that?&lt;br /&gt;7. if someone who had passed the wallet to bus 135 uncle.&lt;br /&gt;8. my daddy for driving me to amk interchange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking abt it maybe there really is kind ppl in the world. yay. anw tml i have to pluck out more teeth for my braces. -_-"' well what to do. at least i can skip sch and guides. but skipping one day of school is sure troublesome. when you come back you got more work to, gotta  hand in those work the class alr handed up and gotta copy more notes. which reminds me &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;must thank li er&lt;/span&gt; for lending so much notes to copy.&lt;br /&gt;well i guess i m done, another thing i realised, when i think it'll be a good day it somehow turns out bad. when i think it'll be bad, it turns out well. haha that means i gotta think that everyday is a bad day to get a good day? not making sense here. well now i'm happy and all well that ends well. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-8706461165776150169?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/8706461165776150169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/8706461165776150169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-lost-my-wallet.html' title='i lost my wallet!!'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-4647114409639393991</id><published>2007-01-23T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T18:59:31.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my teeth</title><content type='html'>today we mourn for the lost of my two teeth.&lt;br /&gt;in the end i decided to go for extraction. gotta extract another time on friday. so i wun be in school in fri. seems like i am skipping a lot of school. well not my fault anw.&lt;br /&gt;so the extraction was not really pain but a lot of bleeding, waste of blood. kinda worried for school and guides tml. save me! i got an mc though for school today. wonder if i can us it for guides along with a parents letter so i can go home and continue mourning for my teeth. or bleeding. yupps i really think i need to go home eat porridge. yuck. if not i'll starve. i miss my pocky. my delicious pocky. dun worry when i get better i'll eat u. pocky must be hoping i cant eat them...&lt;br /&gt;i feel so bare and empty w/o my teeth, i really miss them. but what to do. now i wonder to what extends would we go for beauty. sayonara my beautiful teeth. we'll (mainly no only me) miss u and all the chewing u did for me.&lt;br /&gt;help wenlyn mourn for her teeth, send all thoughts of comfort to me, or more pratically send $100000000000000000000000000 to help. your kindness is much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;clearly that was a scam.&lt;br /&gt;ooh btw,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY U ASSHOLE WENQI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u owe me so much!! see receipt in gift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-4647114409639393991?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/4647114409639393991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/4647114409639393991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-teeth.html' title='my teeth'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-2136423173323160233</id><published>2007-01-19T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T19:30:03.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pocky</title><content type='html'>My daddy's back. yay. this is the end of morning bus taking and guess what he got me? 3 PACKETS OF GIANT GLICO POCKY!! whee. this is so cool. haha. makes me happy...&lt;br /&gt;today there was guides. someone improved my opinion of guides. haha. there was singing session, my throat is never gonna get well. and the pocky is not helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;have you ever had a dream, a vision of what you see, but no one understands, no one see the need for it. they all try to change it. maybe its never meant to be. in fact some ppl dont give a damn at all. its so far away yet so close. i m really at a lost. ppl say if u want something, work 4 it. thats so easy to say. i can say it too. yet its more diff than that alot of effort is needed, not to mention time. and alot of other things i'll have to sacifice for it. its it worth it. i dun ask you all to understand, it doesnt have to come out perfect, all i want is to see it solidify infront of my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-2136423173323160233?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/2136423173323160233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/2136423173323160233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2007/01/pocky.html' title='pocky'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-6997154554196645205</id><published>2007-01-17T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T18:26:52.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my day today</title><content type='html'>lets start in chronological order. this STUPID GIRL supposed to meet me in the bus but she was so late, so i went on the bus w/o waiting for her. how stupid i looked missing 135 then boarding the next one.&lt;br /&gt;haha then it was PE, brought my trackpants for nothing. it takes up so much space too!! and we did belaying. its that how its spelt? hmmm. scary but fun so its scarily fun. haha. i m not making sense.&lt;br /&gt;then i had guides. footdrills. my throat got worse, so pain now. well i think i like the wed releasing time. the buses are emptier then. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strike&gt;lesson of the day: some ppl are just obnoxious assholes who are just damn unfeeling and ought to be killed! no use wasting ur breath on them&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-6997154554196645205?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/6997154554196645205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/6997154554196645205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-day-today.html' title='my day today'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-7185599100546649563</id><published>2007-01-16T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T15:25:21.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a trip to the dental thingy</title><content type='html'>so i didnt extract my teeth because its a complete waste of teeth. but i m not sure if i made the right choice. not to mention if i extract one gotta extract four. apparently my bottom teeth need braces too. to get better results u need to extract them, but i choose the non extraction method, so in another six months if its not that nice, i'll have to go back again and take them out and redo things again.&lt;br /&gt;so all the dentist did today was stuff rubberband things into my teeth not really pain, but uncomfortable. like there is this bee hoon strand that you havent chew. and you realised its just the rubber band. which is blue btw so thats the only nice part.&lt;br /&gt;my dentist seems nice anw, she is really patient, see dont want to extract teeth part, not that i threw a tantrum or anything. but her assistant looked really unfriendly.&lt;br /&gt;i m not putting braces cos i think its nice or i wan my teeth to look nice its more on braces can stop my bitting of my own lip hence saying me from really painful ulcers. well having pretty teeth is just a by-product. oh bio... haha&lt;br /&gt;i didnt go back to school after it. i gotta get use to the blue bee hoons in my teeth. no to mention i m not feeling that well. i got that same old throat infection/inflamation. thats usually why i see the doctor. look like my throat is the weakest part of me&lt;br /&gt;i just hope i made the right choice. well its not too late to still extract my teeth next weel anw. wishing myself all the best. if i extracted the teeth out i'll probably be ouching now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-7185599100546649563?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/7185599100546649563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/7185599100546649563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2007/01/trip-to-dental-thingy.html' title='a trip to the dental thingy'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-3378390986738225110</id><published>2007-01-15T15:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T16:08:36.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>88th post</title><content type='html'>sounds nice and lucky.&lt;br /&gt;well i shall think deep.  &lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;someone once told me that people insult only for three reasons because  either you offended them, or somehow you just cant get along or thats because their jealous.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;well this seems random but i decided to blog more meaningful things. no more rants, trashing, wants, needs. well i shall try anw. its just odd some ppl seem to have really disturbing lifes, hate, love, shocked, angry, bitchy, sad, happy... and all in one day. maybe people exaggerate things but it cant be happening everyday. ppl get peaceful days too, no matter how their lifes are. well i guess i'll nvr understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;you are a complete hypocrite.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-3378390986738225110?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/3378390986738225110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/3378390986738225110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2007/01/88th-post.html' title='88th post'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-6446624873173977506</id><published>2007-01-10T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T20:17:53.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me and more me</title><content type='html'>its not that i m self obsessed, but you shd try this too. u'll find a lot of interesting things.&lt;br /&gt;i ran a search on my name. wenlyn and here are the more impt results:&lt;br /&gt;1. some company selling metal named wenlyn co.&lt;br /&gt;2. my blog of course&lt;br /&gt;3. xinya, ella, michelle, verene, sakinah, aizah many more ....... and oli's long forgotten blog. (kinda complicated)&lt;br /&gt;4. many other ppl's myspace, blogs, accounts and nothing to do with me&lt;br /&gt;5. a business consultent thing&lt;br /&gt;6. a family tree maker?! wth??&lt;br /&gt;7. websites in chinese, jap, spanish?! anw a lot of diff languages&lt;br /&gt;8.cemerety and obituary thing!! OMG!&lt;br /&gt;9.the cedar guides blog 0_0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok thats it. shall not continue. the list will go on and on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-6446624873173977506?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/6446624873173977506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/6446624873173977506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2007/01/me-and-more-me.html' title='me and more me'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-3797020863449262090</id><published>2007-01-09T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T15:41:44.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>u will never know...</title><content type='html'>today was very dissapointing,&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;strike&gt; i guess i was wrong about her. she was just one of those hypocritical bimbo and treated ppl like lifeboats, found a ship then run there, when ship were to sink, back to lifeboat. i dont understand how some people can just abandon all the sec 2 friends, their closest bestest friend and go with new ppl from their class. thats really sad. so how much their friendship means. but i guess its just in some ppl to be that fake. even when her friends wont just shut her off, when given the oppurtunity, she will still ignore them. just so she can save herself from being clique-less. are cliques so damn impt? cant u just have a lot of great friends. shd nvr expected her to do anything. &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt; well wenlyn look like u though wrong of another person again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-3797020863449262090?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/3797020863449262090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/3797020863449262090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2007/01/u-will-never-know.html' title='u will never know...'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-6472672536341237971</id><published>2007-01-08T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T16:12:22.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4th day of school?</title><content type='html'>yes yes its the 4th day of school. its really weird cos i m still clique-less but better clique-less then have a fake clique.&lt;br /&gt;so how was school today? i just realised no one asks me this question. considering the fact that now i dont even see my sister's face and my parents are at work. but they do ask about other stuff not so much on school. i m not an poor ignored little girl! and my friends have their own school problems, its not surprising no one ask me. well i shall ask myself.&lt;br /&gt;school was okay including you know who doing you know what, so i had the typical day. nothing special. maybe thats why no one asks that question. 3o still looks like 30. lets spell it out since the diff cant be seen. three o still looks like thirty. there. thats better. i still dunno have my classmates names. well shall try.&lt;br /&gt;watched the sec one track audition with denise today and i remember the good old days. actually i realised i kinda like to sprint but i hate to run long. sadly the batch that we were watching was not interesting they seemed like they intentionally ran so slow. well who knows.&lt;br /&gt;a look into the future: fortune reading by the famous fortune teller WENLYN THE GREAT. a reading for myself of course. "tml will be a heavy day and i'll need to bring a lot of books to school. " wow. so accurate! cos i really have to bring books tml. wow ms WENLYN THE GREAT you are so accurate!! now for only $10 per reading*&lt;br /&gt;and i changed chinese class again. i prefer my old class. so sad. ppl in there where livier. oh wells i think i'll stop here. gonna eat ice cream!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-6472672536341237971?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/6472672536341237971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/6472672536341237971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2007/01/4th-day-of-school.html' title='4th day of school?'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-8701782944577491007</id><published>2007-01-07T18:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T18:50:31.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me and me again</title><content type='html'>i finally blogged again. yay! so now i'm in 3o its really saddening as i miss 2n so much. aww. oh wells. but now i'm sitting in the back which is really nice except for one rather disturbing matter. but now all i can hope is that the teacher will change our places. seriously even now the front seat is so appealing unless i m stuck with her again. but now i still think i m really distant from the class well i guess things will work out in the end. hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, i shall write out some stupid things i have done. yay. i walked 4 bus stop distance on fri. haha.  so silly. but actually during shopping i always walked more than that. but when its just u and the road, its really long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-8701782944577491007?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/8701782944577491007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/8701782944577491007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2007/01/me-and-me-again.html' title='me and me again'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-1275905928515344879</id><published>2006-12-27T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T13:33:30.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my five days away</title><content type='html'>from the 22nd to the 26th i was staying over at my maternal grandma house. so to summarise it now not in a this person that person way.&lt;br /&gt;i cleaned. cooked. wash. and did my homework. plus celebrated CHRISTMAS&lt;br /&gt;welll it was just a little party.&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for the 28th. its isetan privated sales!! yay. the grand anual sale! yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-1275905928515344879?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/1275905928515344879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/1275905928515344879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-five-days-away.html' title='my five days away'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-6287541873143436913</id><published>2006-12-13T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T12:38:23.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my very own note book</title><content type='html'>yay.today is a happy happy day. i got my own notebook/laptop. so delighted. finally. now i m blogging with it. since its mine and wireless my stupid sister will be stuck in the study room with the big computer. haha. well i m sure she'll get one soon anyway. hahaha. wahaha. i love this keyboard its so nice to type on. so this is my xmas present, oops looks like i used it early. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-6287541873143436913?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/6287541873143436913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/6287541873143436913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-very-own-note-book.html' title='my very own note book'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-116556171015358256</id><published>2006-12-08T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T15:22:30.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>packing and many other short senseless stories</title><content type='html'>today i went out to buy my school books for next year. spent $178 on those books. even though that is not a lot of money, i still think buying textbooks are such a horrible waste of money time and space. imagine of the stuff i could buy with that money.&lt;br /&gt;but still they are needed. i have my doubts about those workbooks. today wenlyn worked so hard. yes i cleared my cupboards, packed my stuff threw away all the junk. digusting report: i found so many sweet wrapers lying around. this explains the ants. anyways i cleared them.&lt;br /&gt;so the leaves the sticking on of my name on my textbooks and wraping them. and i foung the shocking shocking truth. none of the book covers fit. considering the fact that i only had A4 size cover and small little covers. so only Amaths book cover fits. my sis stripped her geog book of its cover, it fits all the books i intened to wrap which was those ten and they all fitted it. chinese books arent under the to be wrapped pile. but there was only one cover and it was so old and dirty. its size 111 i think. so that would explain my short lived happiness when the Amaths cover fits.&lt;br /&gt;--------ignore everything under this line--------&lt;br /&gt;once upon a time, in a land far far away, there lived two little girls one named oli and the other name wenlyn. olivia said her happiest place in the world is LA disney land. ooh. so wenlyn started thinking what is her happiest place in the world. ahh. so the stupid little girl shall now try to find the stupid little happiest place in the world. and they all lived happily ever after, the end.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;long long ago in the lands of lala lands, there lived another two little girls, one named denise and another name wenlyn. wenlyn tried to explain to denise what the anime inuyasha was about, but sadly denise didnt get it. heres what wenlyn said: well actually its about this person who was with this person but they fell into the trap of this person so this person died and her recaination came to that land and met this person. so this person and this person along with three more this persons joined forces to stop this person. and this person also helped. ooh and this person's brothers gang also which included this person this person and of course this person. but they currently haven stopped this person yet. despite wenlyns wonderful summary skills denise didint get it. and they all lived happily ever after the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-116556171015358256?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/116556171015358256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/116556171015358256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2006/12/packing-and-many-other-short-senseless.html' title='packing and many other short senseless stories'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-116485696085774260</id><published>2006-11-30T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T11:22:40.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>breakfast and milo</title><content type='html'>i just woke up and had my breakfast plus my everyday must have cup of milo. yea funny ya? its not like i will die without it yet i have it everyday since like forever. but not talking about my habits its about the milo. milo powder without water, milk is actually very nice. tatse like chocalate except milo flavoured. what am i talking about. anyways its really nice despite what my grandma says... shall quote her translated in english from hokkien. "eat too much and your throat pain" direct translation from hokkien.&lt;br /&gt;so enough about how nice milo powder is funny i never really realised this eariler. so therefore its a good to try milo powder. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i have lost my mind yay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-116485696085774260?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/116485696085774260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/116485696085774260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2006/11/breakfast-and-milo.html' title='breakfast and milo'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-116434370285935779</id><published>2006-11-24T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T12:48:22.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mom's birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happy birthday mummy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. so now i shall go bake wenlyn's world famous browines for her.&lt;br /&gt;actually minus the world famous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-116434370285935779?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/116434370285935779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/116434370285935779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2006/11/moms-birthday.html' title='mom&apos;s birthday.'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-116434355062891349</id><published>2006-11-24T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T12:45:50.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my hong kong trip</title><content type='html'>so for the past four days, i was in hong kong.therefore missing last two episodes of goong!! and i got back yesterday night i think around 1 am. and i was so tired so after my bath i went to sleep. now how shall i describe my trip which doesnt have enough shopping. plus there were 7 children in the group.i hate children. especially one noisy annoying little fat boy who was barely 3. ok i shall break it up into days. that will be easier. and before that one more thing. i cut my hair. :)not in hong kong of course. before i left . its nice except for a sticking out bunch of hair on the top of my head.&lt;br /&gt;day 1 (20th) : arrival.left home at four am... it was free and easy for the first day. so we went to tsim sha shui to shop. yes i bought 1 pants and a shirt. then we proceeded to avenue of star where the hk stars put their hand prints. like copying hollywood... but i didnt know them anw. so at  that place we watch the laser display. ooh. pretty pretty lights. i sound retarded... plus ordering anything to eat is so difficult. even though most people there speak cantonse, but its just a dilect, so the written was all in chinese. makes life difficult for us. plus i dont understand cantonse. only hokkien. plus luckily my parents do.&lt;br /&gt;day 2 (21st) : this was rather boring day. went to all those tourist must see places and stuff. ooh at the end we went to ocean part and it rained there. so i took no rides got drench and watch a dolphin show. which was actually quite nice if i had a seat...&lt;br /&gt;day 3 (22nd) : disneyland!! it was rather small. i think i took all the rides except for one lame teacup one...  i love disneyland shows. they were so nice. really really cool. and the parade. space mountain and autopia were the best rides. ooh and there is this put in 10 hk dollars (s$2) coin and get a pressed out nickel like thing or as they call "magical coin". it is addictive. but thanks to my great self control i made only 4. then at 7pm there was a fire works display. it was so cool. but the park closes after that so we had to leave. and took the mtr. i dont know what it stands for but its so funny because in singapore its mrt. after dinner outside, we returned to disney's hollywood hotel. at night the park was infested with slugs. eww. and some were already squashed by other people... disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;day 4 (23) : we took the longest cable car, 5km long. at first it was nice. vut later it started to get boring. it took quite some time and it was not as high as the one at ocean park. later we climbed 108 steps to see the giant buddha. it was tiring... and ate vegetain meal for luch which was to my surprise nice... and then went down for shopping and thanks to that family with that irritating little boy who took so long to eat and made the rest of the group wait and CUT SHORT MY SHOPPING TIME!! only one hour to shop and there where so many things to buy. so i only managed to by a shirt... and after that return to singapore. at 1am of 24th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-116434355062891349?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/116434355062891349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/116434355062891349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-hong-kong-trip.html' title='my hong kong trip'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-116385514661994184</id><published>2006-11-18T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T21:05:47.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my stream</title><content type='html'>must give a big thank you to rong qi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;thank you rong qi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ok. done thanking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why thank her. because without her i wouldnt know my stream :) looks like i got into double science. yes 2B. so since i am in my first choice, i am happy. but not really only contented. not excited. its so sad oli, rong qi and denise and i think xin ya will also go different classes from me.&lt;br /&gt;oh well like the saying goes ... nevermind i already forgotten it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;ooh plus i am going to hong kong in like less than 2 days. but thats nice. what is plain disturbing is WHY THOSE FREAKING SALES START ONLY NOW.  when i am about to leave. not earlier or later...&lt;br /&gt;oh well still can shop in hong kong. and shall come back then shop!!! wahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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/11873515-116385514661994184?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/116385514661994184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/116385514661994184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-stream.html' title='my stream'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-116366910533631792</id><published>2006-11-16T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T17:25:05.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WENLYNISM and a lot of crap.</title><content type='html'>Wenlynism. live it, learn it love it.&lt;br /&gt;since its the holidays and i have been so free so i recruited more members from 2 members to 4 members. yay. now this is the list of members,&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; wenlyn&lt;/span&gt; of course. (leader/founder/chairwoman/CEO/GM/creator and ......)&lt;br /&gt;2. koko my dog (honourary member)&lt;br /&gt;the next two are newly added&lt;br /&gt;3. hello kitty, childhood soft toy (member)&lt;br /&gt;4 .knitted stuffed snake, yet to be completed (member)&lt;br /&gt;with this, wenlynism shall continue to prosper and bring peace to wenlyn land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*this is what i mean by crappy post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now to get serious, not really serious. i have been try to knit that snake which wll end up 1.5 m long when i am done. so cool and i also need to name it. yes. for the sake of wenlynism. that bump on the head must have given me serious injuries. O_0.&lt;br /&gt;ooh i m going hong kong on 20th. it was either hong kong or chingmai which is in thailand btw. so naturally hong kong. i mean shopping at chingmai? doesnt seem that way. but the sad thing is i think i have less than two days to shop at hong kong.&lt;br /&gt;a holiday without shopping is like what i told oli, coffee without sugar. considering some people actually take coffee without sugar shall go into lamer comparisons. like fishball noodles without fishball. like wanton mee without wanton. like chicken rice without chicken. shopping in a trip must not be left out or neglected.&lt;br /&gt;now i think i m hungry. i m not really sure but i think i am. that kind of stomach empty feeling. so should be that i am hungry... after all had not eaten since breakfast at 11.&lt;br /&gt; but usually if i eat then i wouldnt be hungry now. ooh i know why already i always snack on something.&lt;br /&gt;this kinda lifstyle is gonna make me fat. whatever shall now find something to munch on... aha. shall eat my hello kitty marshmellows. they are delicious and so cute. cant bear to eat them. already on my last packet. but who cares. shall eat them. muhahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-116366910533631792?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/116366910533631792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/116366910533631792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2006/11/wenlynism-and-lot-of-crap.html' title='WENLYNISM and a lot of crap.'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-116356159140991164</id><published>2006-11-15T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T11:33:11.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>realisation</title><content type='html'>i just realised i have the crappiest post and make no sense unlike everyone else. DEPRESSING!!! now shall try to be chim. i mean profound. forget it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;sidetracking. heard this phrase from somewhere shall type it here so that i wont forget it.&lt;br /&gt;it so ordinary, its extraordinary.&lt;br /&gt;does not make sense again but its so catchy. a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-116356159140991164?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/116356159140991164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/116356159140991164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2006/11/realisation.html' title='realisation'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-116356064298632918</id><published>2006-11-15T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T11:17:23.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pocky dream</title><content type='html'>usually i forget all my dreams or i dont even have one. not the kind of insperational try to achive it kind of dream those at night subconsious ones. so i had one of the most meaningless dreams.&lt;br /&gt;i was at a supermarket... yes a supermarket, and i saw giant pockey. i was damn happy in the dream. at last i found giant pockey. but it cost $100 but in my dream there was a sale so it was half price at $50.&lt;br /&gt;what was funny was that someone, i cant really remember who but it seems i went to the supermarket with her, was saying it was cheap. so i was shocked...&lt;br /&gt;then i woke up. with a craving for giant pocky pokey.&lt;br /&gt;what a lame dream. and those muscle aches are still painful.&lt;br /&gt;ooh. plus i stupidly bit myself now i have this big painful ulcer. is that how its spelt? nvm. ow ow ow.&lt;br /&gt;this holiday i seems to be hurting myself. especially this painfully week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-116356064298632918?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/116356064298632918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/116356064298632918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2006/11/pocky-dream.html' title='pocky dream'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-116347725141807836</id><published>2006-11-14T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:07:31.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ice skating</title><content type='html'>yesterday, i went out with denise rong qi and oli. so sad xin ya could not make it. we were supposed to go snow city but it was closed after we made it all the way to jurong east... so instead we went to jurong east shopping centre. i cant remember what was it called. jurong something something. so we saw fuji ice palace and came with stupid ideas and went ice skating. and that explains todays muscle aches.&lt;br /&gt; so malu. we didnt know how to skate... took damn long to finally figure it out and it was so scary. the floor was so slippery there was a lot of times i almost fell. wahaha. so scary but it was fun. and those skating shoes were heavy. so heavy if you cant even sit down and cross your legs. ooh and the snack shop was out to cheat money. they overpriced everything!!&lt;br /&gt;it was also so cold. i still had a feeling to bring my jacket. should have brought...&lt;br /&gt;and also so many people who could skate damn well. even little kiddes. and old ppl. but whatever ice skating is scary yet fun.&lt;br /&gt;ooh funny thing is i just found out that my dad could ice skate when i told him about it... O_0 and he said if you dont fall you will never learn how to skate. ._.'''  haha. ow. muscle ache ow ow ow&lt;br /&gt;lucky i didnt hurt myself or fall ytd. one the the most unglam things i ever did. luckily no one there knew me other that oli, rq, and denise but they were unglam themselves. maybe not rq and oli because they actually learn it so fast. i think i only 3/4 learnt it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-116347725141807836?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/116347725141807836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/116347725141807836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2006/11/ice-skating.html' title='ice skating'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-116297864947522002</id><published>2006-11-08T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T17:37:29.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gardenia factory</title><content type='html'>oh before i start must say something.&lt;br /&gt;GET WELL SOON XINYA&lt;br /&gt;haix. she could not join us.&lt;br /&gt;i just reached home... anyways, my class went to gardenia factory. but it was not that bad. at first i was still thinking a class reunion at a bread factory... ok.&lt;br /&gt;we were supposed to meet at pp macs for lunch but in the end a certain person * looks at denise* was late so we bought our stuff and eat while walking back to school. ooh also meet verene and wing hay there.&lt;br /&gt;so at the bread factory, first there was this talk then a video and factory tour. the factory smells nice. lol. but the ppl there dont use gloves. wonder how they got A. haha. but it was still quite cool. and the bread dough thing looks so cute. and for refreshments, bread... its kind of expected and goodie bag also bread.&lt;br /&gt;so in the bus we were playing truth and dare. no actually dare and dare. haha. we could not think of anw truth things. so it became dare and dare. which so so hilarious and lame.&lt;br /&gt;and when we came back it was still so early lyk 3 plus and so we all loitered around the foyer. and then the wonderfully kind me and oli and rq accompany denise to the cedar pri dentist. and poor denise needs to go back tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;it was still so early then we went to joo seng. that bubble tea shop are scammers. cheat ppl of thier money and serve some one who came later first. the cup was not even filled up properly and they take such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;and poor oli spoilt her image carrying two umbrellas. wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;since we are friends we shd stick to each other and compromise stop wanting to leave hewr out of everything, i m sure u wldnt like that if it was done to you. the way ure being now is selfish shd be nicer and accept other ppl's decisons and respect their choices. its a matter of courtesy&lt;/strike&gt; now i cant even find a colour to hide all this.&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/11873515-116297864947522002?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/116297864947522002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/116297864947522002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2006/11/gardenia-factory.html' title='gardenia factory'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-116264608593712929</id><published>2006-11-04T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:14:45.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New blogskin</title><content type='html'>wahaha. at last a new blogskin i guess i m not that lazy after all. still need to work on it but i guess i will do it tomorrow. yes, i have done enough. this is the fastest changing of skin i have ever done usually i take very long. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-116264608593712929?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/116264608593712929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/116264608593712929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2006/11/new-blogskin.html' title='New blogskin'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-116255704180776684</id><published>2006-11-03T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T20:30:41.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>retail therapy</title><content type='html'>retail therapy never fails to cheer me up, be it from boredom or dtress. yay . so today i went shopping, and i saw so many dresses which were quite nice and cheaper than tht daniel yam dress which i bought well act my mom bought for me for my cousin's wedding. when u are looking 4 something, u cant find it... when u arent, there are plenty of them...&lt;br /&gt;anw, i pierced my second earhole, one wish off, and bought new shoes. white in colour. so another wish off. its not rly shoe also not slippers. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i think i shd give up changing blogskin. heh. i found one nice skin alr but i m so lazy to redo my blog. so i guess i will just have to live with it. besides i dun rly visit my blog often anw...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-116255704180776684?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/116255704180776684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/116255704180776684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2006/11/retail-therapy.html' title='retail therapy'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-116237863810735301</id><published>2006-11-01T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T18:57:18.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when it all falls apart</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;when it all falls apart by the veronicas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm having the day from hell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was all going so well (before you came)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And you told me you needed space,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With a kiss on the side my face (not again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And not to mention (the tears I shed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I should have kicked your (ass instead)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I need intervention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Attention to stop temptation to scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everything is F'ed up straight from the heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tell me what do you do, when it all falls apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gotta pick myself up where do I start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cuz I can't turn to you when it all falls apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't know where I parked my car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't know who my real friends are (anymore)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I put my faith in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What a stupid thing to do (when it rains it pours)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And not to mention (I drank too much)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm feeling hung over (and out of touch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I need intervention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Attention to stop temptation to scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everything is F'ed up straight from the heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tell me what do you do, when it all falls apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gotta pick myself up where do I start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cuz I can't turn to you when it all falls apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can it be easier?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can I just change my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause it just seems to go bad everytime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will I be mending?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;another one ending once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everything is F'ed up straight from the heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tell me what do you do, when it all falls apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gotta pick myself up where do I start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cuz I can't turn to you when it all falls apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No [x2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Falls apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gotta pick myself out cause things are mended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-116237863810735301?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/116237863810735301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/116237863810735301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2006/11/when-it-all-falls-apart.html' title='when it all falls apart'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-116237674874166728</id><published>2006-11-01T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T18:25:48.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things to do.</title><content type='html'>wah! so much things to do.i shall change blogskin. but i m so lazy maybe tml...yea sure tml. heh. todae we were supposed to go out. but it was cancelled in the end. so spent my time watching goong. must wact finish goong also.&lt;br /&gt;thn must also create christmas wishlist. yupps. supposed to do it last week. due to lazyness, shall make my currently being updated wishlist be the christmas wishlist...&lt;br /&gt;ooh. i think i will be taking up yoga with everything that i m eating i will grow fat soon. but i want something more... oh wells i have the entire hols to spend. but holiday life is sureeee nice. but seriously need some sport or exercise. not only for burning calories but for health purposes and to waste time in a healthy way... dun make much sense...&lt;br /&gt;well aft this shall continue on my wishlist. lets think what do i wan. what do i wan...&lt;br /&gt;i shd blog more often and &lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;definately when i m pissed now all anger from ytd dissapeared cant even blog it out.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;well trashing ppl on blogs is not a v nice thing to do anw. hahaha..&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; wadever i m sick of this shit anw.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-116237674874166728?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/116237674874166728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/116237674874166728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2006/11/things-to-do.html' title='things to do.'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-116186437490313894</id><published>2006-10-26T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T20:06:15.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last day of school</title><content type='html'>ok last day of school, last day of 2N. eek i sound lyk we are dying. wahahaha. depressing. i mean 2 years isnt very long. neither does it seems short. wheee this is the best year in cedar so far. i only spent 2 years there... but nvm. haix... i m sure gonna miss all my classmates. on the bright side no more ms thangs checking of skirts. still, cedar wont be the same w/o 2N.and next year, we will all be scattered all over the level and all split thn later we drift apart. 0_0&lt;br /&gt;and i 4got to bring my cam. whoa. last day and i 4gotten to bring it. in the end only managed to get a few shots from my phone.and denise must send me those pics. apparently she brought her cam.&lt;br /&gt;i m gonna miss ya'll...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2N'06 rawks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-116186437490313894?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/116186437490313894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/116186437490313894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2006/10/last-day-of-school.html' title='last day of school'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-116143236983972463</id><published>2006-10-21T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T20:06:09.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;wow so much has happened only i haven been blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1st dreams and teams thing. supposed to teach knots and lashings. wow. so interesting. anw we repeated it lyk have times to the groups and at least 30 times to individual ppl. anw no recess tht dae. was so hungry... and had a lousy lunch, what we tot was chicken ... seemed barely edible. shivers. but act it was quite fun. haha. everything went wrong in a funny way. accidentally wore my shoes into guides lounge. how was i supposed to know. plus the rules were written so small and on the back of the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2nd made decisions on streaming alr. 2B and 2P. eek, hope those will turn up well if i can even get into them. so me and my friends might be gg diff streams. haix. so saddening. but nvm nvm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3rd aft sch fri we went to pp macs. yay. must thank xin ya 4 the coupons. and denise bought this meal using the coupon which enables ups to a free thing. wanted a hamburger but only have cheeseburgur. so i took tht. and removes all the cheese cos the cucumber too attached to the cheese. i 4got 2 ask 4 plain.also ate r fries and ice lemon tee. more fries frm denise cos she cldnt eat finish. wahahaha. oh ya and an ice cream,. so fattening. felt so full&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we also played tai tee? how is it spelt. anw when we first took out the cards an auntie was lyk girl bu ke yi wan poker cards ah! but we still did it cos we have a very private place kinda blocked by stuff. and ella also helped in becoming our watch out.&lt;/span&gt; spend almost 1.5 h there so funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-116143236983972463?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/116143236983972463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/116143236983972463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2006/10/everything.html' title='everything'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-116073148244407286</id><published>2006-10-13T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T17:24:42.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to the national dental clinic or was it centre? nvm. anw it 4 the braces thing.&lt;br /&gt;ekk. i gotta pluck out two teeth.which i haven.&lt;br /&gt;haix. saddening i wld lyk to have all my teeth though. however not enuff space to pull back the teeth. anw took a few x-rays. so fun. the was this thing that wld go round ur head.&lt;br /&gt;also did a mould thing.this mint favlor thingy was place on my teeth with this metal thing. that let it settle and pulllllll it out. painful. but some sort fun. anw gotta go back in jan. yupps so far away..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-116073148244407286?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/116073148244407286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/116073148244407286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2006/10/went-to-national-dental-clinic-or-was.html' title=''/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-116044320578843528</id><published>2006-10-10T08:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T09:20:05.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>carolyn wedding</title><content type='html'>see. i woke up early to post again. no act more on trying to find out how to go 2 snow city. cos a bunch of childish ppl who still lyk snow wanna go there. oh yay.&lt;br /&gt;back to the wedding. it was so fun.and so nice. both the day and the night, oh. and there was this little boy named ryan which i tot was irritating. i hate children. but then he wasnt lyk the other kids. so he was act quite cute.&lt;br /&gt;i rushed there aft geog. thn only in time for buffet. which was quite nice except 4 the prawns. so hard and with their stupid shells. thn there was the tea ceremony. v noisy. yes. all the ahmas insisting who go first. and then photo taking. phototaking and mre phototaking.&lt;br /&gt;later we went home. so prepared and everything.everyone trying to be glam. took me so long to get into tht dress. not to mention suffocating all the way.&lt;br /&gt;at the diner. we arrived early to help. didnt rly help much. hehe. it was a mariot hotel. at tangs there. so we went to the hotel room. to help. but we didnt. so we went to the place outside ballroom. wow. the hotel is act really nice. thn got thoses waitress serving drinks. even aft u drank alr the same one can offer u a drink again and again&lt;br /&gt;during the dinner. my table one table aft the vip. the vip even have a plate for the plate and super comfy nice cahir. and better decos.anw back to the drinks. aft drinking they do not refill the replace the entire glass. even if u drank only one quater.&lt;br /&gt;while eating this fish they suddenly off the lights for a slidesow. i mean sure its nice, but not during fish eating. ppl cld choke. ended up watching the silde show and the remaining fish was cold like .... so didnt eat it any more.&lt;br /&gt;oh desert. it was chillded mango pudding an a shape of a digusting fish. eew. then esp when they cut up the fish. digusting. and when they put it in the bowl. but when u eat it it act isnt so bad. i mean with mango pudding. one cant go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;yay. so returned home at lyk 12. slept at 1 and woke up so early todae...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-116044320578843528?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/116044320578843528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/116044320578843528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2006/10/carolyn-wedding.html' title='carolyn wedding'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-116012040389808623</id><published>2006-10-06T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T15:40:03.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last paper on monday</title><content type='html'>it funny how EYE whn u dun write it in caps is eye. as in eyeball. the thing where u see things from. i mean so we have science eye math eye and english eye. its just plain weird.&lt;br /&gt;today it science EYE. ah. so far it all been lyk syper diff. i shdnt be blogging but nxt and last paper is geog. which is on monday. so tht leaves lyk the entire weekend. woo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;but saddening. my cousin wedding on tht date somemore. if only it was day later. act if only few hours later. than i can attend the entire wedding. so now i will be only attending the dinner and tea ceremony.&lt;br /&gt; yay . gonna be one of the receptionist 4 the wedding. act one of the ppl at the reception. that is a receptionist. right?&lt;br /&gt;just deleted audition from com. wenqi dun blame me its 4 ur own good.&lt;br /&gt;after EYE there is so much to do. ah. just one more paper.&lt;br /&gt;i gotta study geog. but who will have the mood. i mean almost all the papers are done. hopefully at night i will have a better studying mood&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-116012040389808623?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/116012040389808623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/116012040389808623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2006/10/last-paper-on-monday.html' title='last paper on monday'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-115933460988563234</id><published>2006-09-27T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T13:28:34.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chinese EYE</title><content type='html'>yay. now the chi paper is done. i feel so much better. so i shdnt be blogging now but cant help it. a small little celebration thn more mugging. how i hate exams.&lt;br /&gt;aft exams i have much to do. cnt wait. :). besides tht i wanna wish MYSELF and everyone else good luck. wahahaha. 5 more papers be stong wenlyn. be strong. this studying thing better pay off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-115933460988563234?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/115933460988563234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/115933460988563234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2006/09/chinese-eye.html' title='chinese EYE'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-115841143713448052</id><published>2006-09-16T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T21:25:06.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chemicals react</title><content type='html'>funny. i used to do this. but i stopped. shall start again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you make me feel out of my element &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like i'm walkin' on broken glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like my worlds spinnin' in slow motion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and you're movin' too fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(chorus)were you right, was i wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;were you weak, was i strong, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;both of us broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;caught in the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we lived and we loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and we hurt and we joked, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but the planets all aligned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when you looked into my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and just like that the chemicals react&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the chemicals react&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you make me feel out of my element&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like i'm drifting out to the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ike the tides pullin' me in deeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;makin' it harder to breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we cannot deny, how we feel inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we cannot deny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(chorus)were you right, was i wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;were you weak, was i strong, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;both of us broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;caught in the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we lived and we loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and we hurt and we joked, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but the planets all aligned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when you looked into my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and just like that the chemicals react&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the chemicals react&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kaleidoscope of colors &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;turning hopes on fire, sun is burning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;shining down on both of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;don’t let us lose it (don’t let us lose it...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(chorus)were you right, was i wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;were you weak, was i strong, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;both of us broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;caught in the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we lived and we loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and we hurt and we joked, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we lived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we joked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we're right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we're wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we're weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we're strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we lived to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but the planets all aligned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when you looked into my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and just like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;watch the chemicals react&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and just like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the chemicals react&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(the chemicals react)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-115841143713448052?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/115841143713448052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/115841143713448052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2006/09/chemicals-react.html' title='chemicals react'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-115841089349479958</id><published>2006-09-16T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T21:24:44.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whee</title><content type='html'>had guides ytd.yay. a piece of great news. no more guides!!! i mean so sad. sobs ... whee. guides is so fun. &lt;strong&gt;not.&lt;/strong&gt; had cip at old folks home. so fun ya. &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt;. so anw went to this telok banglah wadever its spelt. sec three keep making us interact. so anw, it was kinda fun. but i jus dun lyk doing old folks kinda cip. hard to relate to them. v awkard. haha. but its not lyk i hate them. i m very kind. :0 oops supposed 2 be :). see kind smile.&lt;br /&gt;anw got scammed by this vending machine. vending machine also can scam ppl. i want the grape drink. thn it give me the the apple drink. i shd sue that horrible machine. scammer. what is the world coming to? stupid scamming machine.&lt;br /&gt;must do science worksheets. and ying yong wen. i dun wanna do it. its not counted lorr. stupid thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;sry oli 4 not giving u attention when i m blogging.&lt;/strike&gt; heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;if u are seeing this thru tht way pls dun read it. i just needed to rant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;so funny . u only rly see ppl 4 who they are when they start being desprate. can see lol. u do ridicules things when u try to fit it. its rather pathetic when u do these things and ppl can see it. so pls 4 ur own dignety shop being desperate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;anw i feel so used. whn u wan anything frm me u just take it. all u do is squeal a thank you that u dun even mean.&lt;strike&gt; fuck.&lt;end&gt; i think i m being too nice.. u shd at least return the favor and stop demanding things when u wan it.or if u have a i m no santa. i m not so generous. so stop it. thn u take wadever i give u and start showcasing it. pathetic. and its so aa. its rly irritating. pls. stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to think i started blogging happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-115841089349479958?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/115841089349479958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/115841089349479958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2006/09/whee.html' title='whee'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-115778004107217399</id><published>2006-09-09T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T13:34:01.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday</title><content type='html'>so sad. the holidays are coming 2 an end. yupps. depressing. anw, didnt stick to "wenlyn study during hols" thing. ytd i went out. in the aft noon. went to suntec. yes. so i bought a black shirt. yay. nothing rly special bout it. haha. ate fish and co 4 dinner. this rly pissed wenqi off. hehe. cos we went w/o her. then she decided to be super mean cos we also went retail therapy w/o her. but i bought pockey. i love pockey. but this was the ex one. cos lyk $4 and have 4 packets tht have 6 stick each. but it taste much better thn normal one. there is also pockey dark choc. and so they call tht pockey 4 men. ... anw i tld wenqi i bought tht 4 her.(NOT) but she was still pissed and thn she wun send the songs to my mobile phone. so horrible. sheesh. but lyk ytd retail therapy was rly short. cos it was nine thn we wanted to see some shop. but they were closed. closed at nine only. seriously they shd consider closing later. so cldnt shop much. depressing. hohoho. oh yah. must relink denise. almost 4got. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-115778004107217399?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/115778004107217399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/115778004107217399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2006/09/saturday.html' title='saturday'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-115677528881667092</id><published>2006-08-28T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T22:28:12.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kou tou bao gao</title><content type='html'>whee. i have a sudden lyking 4 these 2 words. delightfully depressing. though dun make much sense. sounds nice anw. so tml have history test and there is no hist lesson. lol. so funny. so shd be aft sch. aiyah. still got hist project to be done.&lt;br /&gt;still have kou tou bao goa. shit. even those damn simple words i tend to 4get how to read them. how saddening. i haven even started studing properly 4 tht test. ah!! gonna fail. but i probably shd start studing 4 EYE. yupps. gotta workl on tht&lt;br /&gt;oh btw digusting fact, ella didnt clear tht digusting fish. yupps. a half eaten fish since thurs. i pull the tables apart and flop. it dropped on the floor. ewww. digusting. finally with the help of a broom and dustpan i the very nice person cleared it.&lt;br /&gt;oh as 4 tht all well tht ends well. it turns out i guess everyones gone back to normal and every one is happy again. so we all live happily ever aft.&lt;br /&gt;another thing 2 dae was so depressing. seriously. ahaha. wanted to cry but no tears T_T. haha. wahahahahaha. its crap anw.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so damn tired. yawns. shall study a little mre hist and leave the rest to luck. hopefully wad a studied and rmb will cme out. yay. aft studying i m completely drained of enegy. shall turn in early. aft studying hist anw. i hate hist. stupid suject. maybe shd skip the study part and just sleep....nope. alr not doing v well 4 hist. jia you my self. yawn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-115677528881667092?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/115677528881667092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/115677528881667092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2006/08/kou-tou-bao-gao.html' title='kou tou bao gao'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-115659412895049833</id><published>2006-08-26T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T20:08:48.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FISHY PROBLEM</title><content type='html'>ELLA LIM. U BETTER HAVE THROW AWAY THT HALF EATEN FISH THX U VERY MUCH. COS IF ITS STILL THERE IT WLD HAVE ROTTEN ALR AND CONTAMINATE MY TABLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-115659412895049833?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/115659412895049833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/115659412895049833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2006/08/fishy-problem.html' title='FISHY PROBLEM'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-115659387778704458</id><published>2006-08-26T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T20:04:38.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;wth i cant stand it why is everyone so freakin demanding. i love my FREEDOM. fuck .kpkb wahlao shit. this stupid world damn it. why do u expect so much form me!! i m only an ordinary person why must i do tht much. why are u so uptight over small little matters. is so small lorr. raghs. i dunno why. this is so darn complexing. stop pushing your problems 2 me. i have my life. i have my own problems. leave me out of yours. so wad i m selfish. tht is the way ppl are. tht is the way u are. in case u haven noticed, you are also selfish or else u will not demand so much form me!!!! the stupid cca also. crazy take up so much of my time. it isnt even fun at all i dun enjoy it lorr. ya hoo. more demanding ppl. wads with this world and demanding ppl. wait hey. i realised i m so demanding too. i demand 4 my FREEDOM i demand u all leamme alone. &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; ahhh. god bless my soul. breath in breath out.&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/11873515-115659387778704458?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/115659387778704458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/115659387778704458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-115596809433713139</id><published>2006-08-19T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T14:14:54.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>washed</title><content type='html'>yay. finally. i have washed my dirty little wallet and along with tt my bag 2. so now they are hanging out to dry. act, i think my bag was dirtier thn my wallet. but jus cannot see only. stupid white wallet. note to self dun ever ever buy white wallets!!!1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-115596809433713139?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/115596809433713139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/115596809433713139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2006/08/washed.html' title='washed'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-115595089909463289</id><published>2006-08-19T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T09:28:19.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wadever</title><content type='html'>wheee. finallly blogging 2dae. got up early to blog. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;anw ytd was such an angry dae. i mean seriously can ppl be more grateful n not such a bitch aft i help her. wth. anw another person is so competative. i cnt believe her. she lyk partically compares every freakinhg thing which is not even the same.wadever. such ppl made me so angry. but its all over. all over and those freaks. those freaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saddening. aft so long and its an unhappy post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-115595089909463289?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/115595089909463289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/115595089909463289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2006/08/wadever.html' title='wadever'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-115175515756905011</id><published>2006-07-01T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T20:03:21.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sec 4 farewell</title><content type='html'>yupps. 2dae was sec 4 farewell. i m a cruel and heartlesss person so no crying needed. anw, it was also the end of the manito game. shall thx my mortal yan ying 4 giving me so much. thx u v much. yea. my angel didnt come or did she leave early? cnt rmb. but wadever. doesnt rly matter. sec 2s item was singing. heh. i didnt even noe the whole song.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the farewell thing was fun. hmmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea! my msn email is working!! finally now to clear everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i m having 2 much guides. thurs, fri, sat , sun. tht is 4 daes of 7 daes. good thing its only this week. anw tml is walkaton. i dun wanna go. walking is a waste of time. i walk enuff alr.dun need more but at least its not jogging... wake up so early to walk. mmm hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;todae ppl were pissed with each other. maybe i m sick of being the centre person stuck in the middle of ur arguement. so can u be less petty and can the other u pls stop being so irritating and noe whn to stop? i m asking 4 so much??&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&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/11873515-115175515756905011?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/115175515756905011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/115175515756905011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2006/07/sec-4-farewell.html' title='sec 4 farewell'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-115112970732578959</id><published>2006-06-24T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T14:15:07.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>retail therapy</title><content type='html'>oh i think i fell ill on weds. saw doctor on thurs. skipped sch on thurs. no mc needed. thn fri went 4 retail therapy. yupps. even whn i was sick. not so sick of course.i did feel better.besides aft retail therapy i did feel much better. wahaha. the wonders of it. but i didnt buy anything in the end. saw this super nice adidas shoe at topshop. hmmm. but didnt buy in the end.haha. act the 3/4 of the whole trip was finding my sis shoe. hmmm. so not v productive. but still fun. of course. yes. wait i might have gotten something. yea a necklace. not rly a necklace person. more on earrings. yupps. anw i m v sry chunny 4 skipping thurs meeting thingy. haix. sch starting soon. goodbye slack days... i sure will miss them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-115112970732578959?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/115112970732578959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/115112970732578959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2006/06/retail-therapy.html' title='retail therapy'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-115043816935386587</id><published>2006-06-16T13:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T14:09:29.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>colours</title><content type='html'>so i jus came back frm sch. read my tagboard and ah hah. so my evil sis decideds 2 do something so i went to her blog. yes and she asks me to do this super lame thing. no way wenqi!!! no way. so i m not doing it. yeah a major waste of thime. u think i v free horr.&lt;br /&gt;so after tt i went wandering . so so many ppl i noe have blogs tt i dunno. kinda shock. yea. i didnt noe. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so werid. haha. so anw i realised so many colours stand 4 so many stuff.&lt;br /&gt;not onli purple the gay colour.&lt;br /&gt;well pink is the bimbo colour.&lt;br /&gt;and ppl say orange is the les colour.&lt;br /&gt;anw if white is 4 virgins what does black stand for?&lt;br /&gt;haha. dun anwser me. pollute my brain only. haha. so wenlyn reasearch centre the great , well tt is act only my brain , found out tt therefore its safe to not lyk any colour.&lt;br /&gt;good thing lime green is not labelled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-115043816935386587?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/115043816935386587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/115043816935386587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2006/06/colours_16.html' title='colours'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-115043811745530650</id><published>2006-06-16T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T14:08:37.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>colours</title><content type='html'>so i jus came back frm sch. read my tagboard and ah hah. so my evil sis decideds 2 do something so i went to her blog. yes and she asks me to do this super lame thing. no way wenqi!!! no way. so i m not doing it. yeah a major waste of thime. u think i v free horr.&lt;br /&gt;so after tt i went wandering . so so many ppl i noe have blogs tt i dunno. kinda shock. yea. i didnt noe. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; so werid. haha. so anw i realised so many colours stand 4 so many stuff.&lt;br /&gt;not onli purple the gay colour.&lt;br /&gt;well pink is the bimbo colour.&lt;br /&gt;and ppl say orange is the les colour.&lt;br /&gt;anw if white is 4 virgins what does black stand for?&lt;br /&gt;haha. dun anw me. pollute my brain only. haha. so wenlyn reasearch centre the great , well tt is act only my brain , found out tt therefore its safe to not lyk any colour.&lt;br /&gt;good thing lime green is not labelled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-115043811745530650?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/115043811745530650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/115043811745530650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2006/06/colours.html' title='colours'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-114942556920952016</id><published>2006-06-04T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T13:58:23.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omg</title><content type='html'>haha. first i ahall give verene a big thank u on telling me&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;tt my blog was linked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so anw, i hope not everyone saw it.or i m so dead. anw i did something to my blog. hahaha. now ppl cant highlight and copy. so tt means i m so free to write wadever i lyk and ppl cnt read itr. yay!!! so glad. some privacy at last. but there is still a risk though... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#003300;"&gt;had to go through this trouble thanks to ya'll&lt;/span&gt;. yeah. so nice.... but nvm. since this is act v great i guess its not 2 bad. hahaha. wadever, anw didnt cut my hair 2dae. arghs. i m so cutting it tml. so irritating.but yes. confirm cutting tml. yay. finally. i hate crapping. act its kinda fun. hahaha. oh ya this is a new laugh. muhahahehehohhohurhur. see all in one. haha. wadever. gtg. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-114942556920952016?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/114942556920952016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/114942556920952016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2006/06/omg.html' title='omg'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-114916675549842409</id><published>2006-06-01T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T21:34:32.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>irritated</title><content type='html'>i am horribly irritated. i repeat. not pissed juz damn irritated.&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i mean u say u hate ppl 2 do this 2 u but ur doing this to others. well its not nice lah. so last minute. &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;can anyone irritated me more. no, cos anm it will be anger!! my gawd. pls i am so ..... stuck here ..... anw muz thank my grand advisor.or i will still be v extremly irritated by now. haha. welll act i m no longer irritated. it is the upset mood. not sad. a bit sianx and bu shuang. yupps. tt is it. tt is the after anger or irritation mood. so i call it the upset mood. which apparently my advisor dnt have.&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt; &lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wad ur doing is seriously putting my patience to a test. i ant take it anm. i get more and more angry wif u by tyhe day. this is so sickening. seriously cnt stand it anm. and wadever it rly not nice so stop it, u r clearly pissing everyone off. dun try to read this, u clearly cnt.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/11873515-114916675549842409?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/114916675549842409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/114916675549842409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2006/06/irritated.html' title='irritated'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-114904563546218219</id><published>2006-05-31T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T11:20:35.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha</title><content type='html'>finally, the "first dae" of hols. well cos i have been suffering in the camp of rude horrible p5s, spending a dae in a wet shirt and sleeping on super hard floor with sleeping bags . yea tt was frm sat to mon. uh huh. horrible experience. p5. so troublesome. horrible little brats. an, nvr ever will i go 4 tt agn. well the good thing is tt out of tt horrible camp, i will get 24hrs of cip. yuppps. its rly pathetic a 3 daes. i maen i shd have lyk 60++ hrs instead. but still 24 is ok. yea. so juz bear wif it. ... oh ya they also gave each of us a little sch bear. hahaha. as if i wanna rmb tt. but at least there was a nice part. haha. we acted lyk ghost 2 scare them. haha so funny. so much make up. yea. i mean lipstick under my eyes. hahaha. and it wun cme off  but luckily kay wei brought facial foam. thn the stupid damn horrible drain walk. got damn drench. shit. somemore no xtra clothes. if i had thn splash lah. thou shall not swear. kies. nvm. so anw, tue had 2 go back sch,yea. so 2dae i m finally free. hahahahahahaha. wadever. dun wanna crap anm. buh bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-114904563546218219?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/114904563546218219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/114904563546218219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2006/05/haha.html' title='haha'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-114847158891903755</id><published>2006-05-24T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T20:45:22.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dots</title><content type='html'>haha.anw been doing footdrills 2 dae.&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; frankly i hate it. so horrible. some more those ppl keep yelling. hmmm. anw got scolded badly by ees. it is almost lyk everydae i get scolded by her. tsk. haha. wadever. i think many ppl are so biased against kw hc oli n me. but seriously dun judge us when u dun even noe us. nvm 4get it.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cnt express myself. heh. bad thing abt blog.&lt;strike&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so anw, foot drills+ yelling= horrible experience. &lt;/strike&gt; &lt;/span&gt;i dunno why verene can lyk it. sheesh and all those commands in malay. i dun understand what the heck they say. all sound damn similar. heh heh. 4got wad is wad alr. haix. fridae also have footdrills. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so sick of it.anw,&lt;/span&gt; i m gg 2 camp. not being the camper but faclitator. yes and it has gotten a lot worse. i mean i tot it wld be ok until 2dae. haha. cant tell =X .anw need 33 track pant or at least it seems tt way. so funny the attire is a shirt, cedar shorts and track pant. hmmm i dun think tt trackpants can wear shorts in it. if tt is wad it is used 4. so anw, i only have one. borrowing 1 frm oli, buying another 1 from sch. haha.so sianx. well the good thing id tt i m in the same major group wif oli and chunny. now tt will make it a lot better, i hope. wish we could all have the same small group. tt wld be nicer and definately a lot more fun. funny lah. the small group names are so lame. haha. anw my group is elephant. so funny. hahaha.wadever. i seriously dunno whether i m pissed or happy.haha. anw it seems lyk 2dae is international gay dae. everyone is celebrating wif purple. so gay. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-114847158891903755?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/114847158891903755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/114847158891903755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2006/05/dots.html' title='dots'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-114821074980414069</id><published>2006-05-21T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T19:25:53.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woo hoo</title><content type='html'>ah. blogging again. i m juz so bored. heh. anw went out wif oli, denise, xinya and ella aft cross country.so funny. played hide and seek. si lame lah!!! looks at denise. seriously so childish. hehe. nut still v fun lah. thn at the 9th lvl of cinni got this game thing. so there were rooms but supposed 2 be locked xcept the first. so anw i tried opening the all doors but they were all locked. thn i reached 4 this handle thn it act when down. so i said not locked leh. thn later i swing open the door. there was 2 ppl in the room staring at me!!! so i said sorry. tsk. so maluating. haha. anw had lots of fun. i realised after sports or maybe it was my shoes i will become so lame. yea but was stikll rly fun. of course have more thg but i m so bored of typing. anw, my sis dint log out of msn thn her fren said hi. sheesh. so irritating. oops. =X. heh heh. hope she dun read this. haha. anw sat had meet the parents. wasnt so bad. not as bad as i tot i wld be . haha. i realised infront of ur parents a lot of ppl wun dare scold ya 4 attire. so cool. anw, finally bought sofa. well it hasnt arrive yet... still muz get rid of old sofa. haha. this sat i gg to be in charge of 17 p5s so cool. cant wait. but they say cant be 2 close 2 thm. haha. so sad. oh wells. haha. so happy 2dae. must cut hair nxt. no matter wad!! oh ya. btw i have finally washed my wallet. my super back wallet. haha. wells gtg. I M SO HAPPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-114821074980414069?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/114821074980414069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/114821074980414069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2006/05/woo-hoo.html' title='woo hoo'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-114793619052958862</id><published>2006-05-18T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T21:16:47.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shit.</title><content type='html'>ok. so tml is cross country.but i m not on duty. the only thing tt makes it not sux is gone. plz only 10 or 9 position?? ppl think. hello who in the right mind wld willingly go n run. 4get it. i juz dun wanna run tml. 3.2 km is it?? or more ? hmmm wadever it is, i hate it. not hate it rather not do it. another wonderfully horrible thing. on sat have meet the parents. sheesh. i dun wanna go. i mean parents go can alr. wake up so early juz to meeting teachers. fri also wake up so early to run haha. wadever. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;there is something great about strangers at least nothing lyk this happens. i m so stuck. nothing i can do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-114793619052958862?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/114793619052958862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/114793619052958862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2006/05/shit.html' title='shit.'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-114778228127232421</id><published>2006-05-16T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T20:24:41.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wadever</title><content type='html'>shit! cant rmb wad i was gg to write lah. oh wells. shall juz crap. anw so cool lah. i finally got tt song. take me away. claps hands. oh ya anw i juz rmb. guides is so irritating. i mean i brought everything thing 4 that unflattering uniform and they postpone the photo taking thing to tml. troublesome . hmph.thn i brought it all home. anw had class pic 2dae. muz have looked horrible. anw denise, oli, xinya and ME THE GREAT sat on the floor 4 informal. so much lyk last year. anw i finally made it to the back row. WOw. so cool lah. FINALLY. yeahs. but once again, i m at the side lah. everytime. no fail. always at the side. 4get it. anw so happy. ok. juz signed in 2 msn. wow. i found my p4 best fren on msn. she went to aus. haven spoken 2 her 4 lyk ever.she is a rly nice person. anw so funny lah. its kinda nice to speak to someone u haven spoken to in a long tym. makes u rmb the good old catching games daes. so fun. rly funny. haha. primary sch was so funnily fun. ah kinda miz them. haha. so sad. :( . ok i m having major mood swings.  angry to happy to sad. haha. wadever. kies gtg. oh b4 tt, thx ella. 4 tt super funky handphone strap. yeas. even though its belated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-114778228127232421?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/114778228127232421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/114778228127232421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2006/05/wadever.html' title='wadever'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-114673395592764574</id><published>2006-05-04T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T21:18:43.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fourteen</title><content type='html'>fourteen at last. finally. haha denise is still 13.anw its been a great dae expect the history thingy. yea. it wasnt good. but the rest of the dae was rather nice. i have lots of ppl 2 thx. so i shall start. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANK YOU FOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;denise : the cute little bear thing and the wonderful bookmark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;olivia : MYUK pencil case and the pen set. whoopee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;xinya : the paper weight cum clipping thing (wad is it called??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;wenqi: 2 perlin silver ear rings!!! wow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anutie cheng: a wonderful adidas bag. :)&lt;br /&gt;ella: handphone strap.&lt;br /&gt;kay wei : sweet braclet&lt;br /&gt;chunny: happy house photo frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;chong han and hong xian (cousins): photo frame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;grandparents and aunt: red packets&lt;/span&gt; (all the time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;merri and winghay: thx 4 trying 2 sing me a song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mom: bdae cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;everyone: thx 4 wishing me happy bdae.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happy birthday wenlyn!! enjoy it while it lasts.&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/11873515-114673395592764574?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/114673395592764574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/114673395592764574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2006/05/fourteen.html' title='fourteen'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-114664601140209178</id><published>2006-05-03T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T16:46:51.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoopee. finally. com is fixed. and tml wld be my bdae. so excited. :) so the stupid history thingy. haha. acting as maria's mom. so ridiculous lah. must bring formal clothes. so troublesome. hopefully can get them 2 let me wear sch u and act. acting is so lame. wadever. nvm.yea thn also i m in the committee in charge of the sec 1 dance(coy 2) 4 the sec 4 farewell. yipee.kay wei and chunnie also in it. so fun lah. but i think we were a little maybe rather strict and mean lah. but if u arent then they wun respect ya. so complicated. but v.v. fun. so nice heh. gtg lots of thing 2 do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-114664601140209178?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/114664601140209178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/114664601140209178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2006/05/whoopee.html' title=''/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-114474416513781141</id><published>2006-04-11T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T21:17:32.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;stupid dae. haix. ppl say its impt to be urself. so i m being myself. yet y when i do tt i end up getting scolded instead. argh. cleaning toilets. wow. cant wait. shit lah wad kinda punishment is that. anw i m no longer wenlyn. i m supernerd. theme song being played. so irritating. leave me alone, i will leave u alone 2. stupid idea lah. wadever. cant be bothered laio. no way mi cleaning the toilet. serect identity=supernerd. hmph. this is so vauge. cant rly write wad happen. ppl have ways to get 2 my blog.nvm. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i m rly starting 2 dislike guides&lt;/em&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/11873515-114474416513781141?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/114474416513781141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/114474416513781141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2006/04/stupid-dae.html' title=''/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-114380671240580986</id><published>2006-03-31T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T20:05:12.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmm. 2daes an unlucky dae. hmph. my uniform was tucked out when coming back frm the toilet. anw teachers have this rly rly wrong impression tt after u cme out frm toilet ya shist must be in. NO . in fact when u come out it ll be out lor. so anw then this i m so short yet so fierce lyk a crazy dog ahem caught us. haix and then i m sure yall heard of confiscation of phone, cds, mp3. yeah . funny thing was he confiscated mu name tag. haha. ah, so many uniform crazed idiots.idiots. idiots. grrh. so irriating. cant stand them. plus its not my fault my shrit was out i have a good reason. sorta anw.&lt;br /&gt;second part of unluckiness. i killed a snail. i stepped on it. i noe. i noe. ewwww. but it was unintentionally lor. anw so disgusting.haix. tml speech dae. must wear guides u, look lyk a toot. well i must accept it lah. the thing i do 4 a stupid badge. yeoman service, wadever the word yeoman mean. gtg. and denise , I M WAITING 4 U 2 GO ONLINE. and chunny O$P$ please....haha lame lah NVM TAKE UR TIME . BOTH OF U. i m very patient. i will wait. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-114380671240580986?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/114380671240580986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/114380671240580986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2006/03/hmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-114147585112620588</id><published>2006-03-04T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T20:37:31.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eek</title><content type='html'>i shall sit here day by day and watch my spoilt email account fall. ... so irritating. u can see the email then u try to click it then it remains on the same page. argh.nvm tt. has been spoilt for so many daes. i alr used to it. just another useless account. yipee. mon &amp; tue dun need to go school. :) sec 3 oac. so nice. haha ytd saw the grouch. the grouch = sec 3 , super grouchy, busybody , makes stupid statments . cant tell the statments. far too obvious. anyway if u fit these catergory, it could be u. but anyway i dun think the grouch would noe my blog. but her friend's friend would. but what are the chances of tt. haha. anyway during guides oli and me saw her. then we wonder y she not at oac. then i noe. she was far too grouchy to be allowed in. so they kicked her out. ha. serve her right. oops. i m being 2 mean. haha. sry lah. i dun hate her la. just tt if she dun bother me, i would not bother her. hehe.  ooh. back 2 oac holidaes. so pathetic. only 2 daes. ... shd be more generous. haix. hmmm. i m happy 2dae. gg 2 watch endless mindless t.v. . just rmb. during dialouge, i told ms thang i watch disney channel ... oops =x.  must be honest wad. ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-114147585112620588?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/114147585112620588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/114147585112620588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2006/03/eek.html' title='eek'/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-114059683660668431</id><published>2006-02-22T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T16:27:16.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think my account is infected by virus.my msn account. haix. 2dae was the thinking dae. stand so long. my leg numb. but worse part is after that as in after school i go change then i tye my gair into a pony tail. but as it was bunned tightly 4 like six hours, it came diown super frizzy. so sad, and once again my stupid dad has been busy n cant pick me up. hmph. but i solve it. i added water. :]. wait i mean :) so now its okay. luckly. my hair had never ever ever been tt messy till 2 dae. shall rmb this dae. so lesson learnt 2 dae . BUNS = BAD. yeah , i m not gg to bun my hair ever again. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*might not be true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-114059683660668431?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/114059683660668431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/114059683660668431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-think-my-account-is-infected-by.html' title=''/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-114042581783294463</id><published>2006-02-20T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T16:56:57.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my emails jammed. cannot read, cannot delete cannot send, only can hide folders. whoopee. hiding folders now aint tt just great. i am so tired, so bored. yipee. i wanna read my mail, its full alr. haix. poor thing. 2 dae has been a bad day. i m so drained out of my energy, but digestion tkes a long trime and i just ate more junk and energy has not reached me yet. haix.nvm wad am i talking about. haha lots of things can be seen clearly if u poen ur eyes wide enough or actually do a different thing eg be late in coming or something and u can see tt others react differently. but maybe something more serious can show u how much ppl care or whether thy are pretend pals. i should seriously be some kinda phycologist. i am gd at this. :0 ya so anyway tt is my lesson learnt 4 2dae. if ur bored its ok cos i am boring myself 2. i give up on reading my mail. argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-114042581783294463?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/114042581783294463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/114042581783294463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-emails-jammed.html' title=''/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-114009539780669399</id><published>2006-02-16T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T21:09:57.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another entry. weee . my knees are still stinging, but at least i have some sort studied 4 lit. so hardworking ya. hmm oh. i see pringles potato chips. shall i eat? better not. not exactly feeling well. no this time it aint the knee. got a blocked nose. *sniff sniff. i m so bored ha and i finished studying and american idol ended. kinda nice ya. i got to stop the ya ing. but its kinda catchy ya. see wad i mean. hmph. caught it from denise. oh yas later i shall wrap sakinah and ariels present. yupps i dun think i have anymore wrapper at home. i shall go find it later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-114009539780669399?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/114009539780669399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/114009539780669399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2006/02/another-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-114009180378652618</id><published>2006-02-16T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T20:10:03.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ouch. i fell down . during p.e so unlucky. haha hurdles. it was lyk so fast n with a scream, bleah i was flat on the floor. i jump over the hurdle but i thought i hit it so i tried to stop but then i lost balance haha and fell. so embaressing. haha but more pain though. i rather hit down the hurdle than fall cos tt way i wouldnt be hurt this much. k maybe not tt hard, just scraped knees. haha whoopee falling wad i needed. haha rmb tt i wrote a compo yesterdae i fell in tt story. but tt was worse. ho hum at least no blood :) i guess bruies would soon be seen on my knees... well better tt cuts ya? unless the cut is super tiny isty bisty small. ow ow ow ow. still pain though... how unlucky. but it wasnt tt bad the chi presentation i got 7.5 so happi though i 4got lots of stuff i was supposed 2 say hee hee. ha;f dae 2 daywent and watch i not stupid 2 so toughing but then the first part not tt nice though ha paid only $6 cos i m a student sumthing lyk tt anyway. hmmm falling down wells u dun fall u dun learn. wad did i learn. HURDLES= BAD . yupps tts right. tml lit test. i m gonna fare miserably. and tml jogging , my poor knee. i m mc less so must jog. tml dun seem nice. another day , no another BAD day. out of 10 days only 2 are good i guess. hmmm shall add tt into WENLYNISM. ha nah 2 saditics wenlynism suppose to be well... nice. got to study. so tough. :) hope i pass lit. wish me luck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-114009180378652618?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/114009180378652618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/114009180378652618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2006/02/ouch.html' title=''/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-113965913885362034</id><published>2006-02-11T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T19:58:58.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha. surprisingly i ate a vegetarian meal. erm i mean a meal made up of rice &amp; veggies.ahaha not lyk me to eat tt. hoho without meat. so werid. but still it didnt taste bad lah but still it was salty =X haha. haha so boring a post. nvm i shall go in to detail of my meal yeah! second though nah. ah shit! i close my windows media player now go 2 go and open it again. sheesh. after i choose my playlist and when it was gg 2 play my fav song confessions of a broken heart. yeah i opened it alr.=) * wenlyn's singing* cannot be shown 2 horrible . ahaha.  tee hee hee. i must buy house tee. mine is far 2 small. it was M but it shrank. even ppl agree it shrank. so unfair ppl hse tee dun shrink but y does mine! hmph ! i will buy L this time no matter wad in case it shrinks then it will be M . so i dun think i will b buying another colour even though i really really really wan one . haha  oh wells 2 bad cos i will only be buying one. hoho maybe nxt tym. ha my stupid sister juz came in. say my music is metallic. no way. those song are bad 4 the brain i mean i dun rite? maybe some but only some ya? but i lyk the music i lyk. 2 bad . haha my sis sux SUX. [wenqi] ur not the only one with a blog. stop ur scams drama queen. oh ya i updated my wish list. hint my b dae coming soon [not exactly]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-113965913885362034?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/113965913885362034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/113965913885362034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2006/02/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-113963530454194453</id><published>2006-02-11T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T19:31:57.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;whoopee :) top student is from cedar. haha everyone noe alr. oh tt reminds me act i m supposed to post this yeaterday but thanks to a certain selfish idiot.[ glares at sister] hogging the comp again. sheesh anyway talking bout that selfish idiot i realised tt not only is she selfish but also a person jealous tt my sch is better than hers. i shall not reveal wad was said. but she was pretty mean. now y does tt not surprise me. oh i noe y cos she was born evil. hoho. yupps so we argued. and now she is still sleeping but when she wakes up ,[shd be soon now] she will wanna use the comp . and ha 2 bad cos i m using it. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;see dun mess with me bleah&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/11873515-113963530454194453?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/113963530454194453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/113963530454194453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2006/02/whoopee-top-student-is-from-cedar.html' title=''/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11873515.post-113921085840566409</id><published>2006-02-06T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T15:27:38.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i m so happy todae i guess. nothing mush happen though. haha i was just gossiping. haha wouldnt tell who or wad. i m not dumb u noe. i have brains :) ooh next song is confessions of a broken heart. i love it. yupps it is GREAT. it is by linsay lohan but it is v kelly clarkson lyk. ha how many ppl have i told . any way hmmm it rawks. the cd that i really really really wan would be a little more personal. this song is in it too. maybe i should buy it. hmmm depends on how much $ i have. ohh so over liao. listen to it again. yupps. it is also v meaningful. but then she keep reapeating "daugther to father" but it is still very nice. yikes  i sound like a dj advertising 4 the song. hahaha. hmmm i gtg. oh ya my sis is sick. gastric i think. came back in the middle of school. hope shes well. see i am soo nice .lol. oh the song ending alr. listen to it again. haha oh gtg. i love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11873515-113921085840566409?l=getreal4life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/113921085840566409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11873515/posts/default/113921085840566409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://getreal4life.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-m-so-happy-todae-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>wEnLyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903668667110690475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
