<?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-5699495</id><updated>2011-08-02T21:38:03.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Crazified</title><subtitle type='html'>On me larz... duh....!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>307</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-5062333577256765327</id><published>2011-03-04T11:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T11:11:26.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's time for a change, for a new phase of lifetime for goodbyes, and time for hello-s.see you on the other side.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/5062333577256765327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/5062333577256765327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2011_03_01_archive.html#5062333577256765327' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-1201505970644218162</id><published>2011-01-28T00:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T00:54:57.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if i had to live my life without you near methe days would all be empty,the nights would seem so long.with you i see forever oh so clearly,i might have been in love before,but it never felt this strong.our dreams are young and we both knowthey'll take us where we want to gohold me now,touch me now,i don't wanna live without younothing's gonna change my love for youi just love the way he sings </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/1201505970644218162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/1201505970644218162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2011_01_01_archive.html#1201505970644218162' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/bazfQbX-HAI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-6435152123105102056</id><published>2010-11-04T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T22:04:54.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>isnt it amazing, how some random quotes online can just touch something inside you. People will forget what you said.People will forget what you did.But people will never forget how you made them feel. We come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly. You know you're in love when you don't wanna go to sleep at night because your life is better </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/6435152123105102056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/6435152123105102056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html#6435152123105102056' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-3988852877304107416</id><published>2010-10-21T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T00:46:44.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>confidence and determination comes together, so i learn today. my homework, what can i do to make them work, what can i do to overcome them?the slacking i'm doing now, not only now but for the past years, is it worth it to give it up and start working harder, working towards my goals and what i really want to do in my life?or then again, is it giving up, or giving in?"don't be afraid to try, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/3988852877304107416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/3988852877304107416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#3988852877304107416' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-3997575826789186745</id><published>2010-10-20T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T12:38:05.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy." Thich Nhat Hanh </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/3997575826789186745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/3997575826789186745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#3997575826789186745' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sNP9DM6jjKk/TL5x-PPpIHI/AAAAAAAAAN4/S7a0v6TJW1E/s72-c/heartindroughtpic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-7115721966840993044</id><published>2010-10-18T22:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T22:25:18.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Put Your Records On - Corinne Bailey RaeThree little birds, sat on my window.And they told me I don't need to worry.Summer came like cinnamonSo sweet,Little girls double-dutch on the concrete.Maybe sometimes, we've got it wrong, but it's alrightThe more things seem to change, the more they stay the sameOh, don't you hesitate.Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite songYou go ahead, let </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/7115721966840993044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/7115721966840993044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#7115721966840993044' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-8993985512066968590</id><published>2010-10-16T11:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T11:40:21.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's the little things that happens in life that makes each moment of it so special. I'm sure many of us have heard of this phrase. And yes, so many of us have found the importance of just these few simple words. What happened at medicinal Chem lecture yesterday was just one of those moments. We were supposed to group ourselves into groups and discuss some tutorial qn answers. But us being us </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/8993985512066968590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/8993985512066968590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#8993985512066968590' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-4737237233020802832</id><published>2010-09-28T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T00:01:50.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>High - Lighthouse FamilyWhen you're close to tears remember Some day it'll all be over One day 'we're gonna get so high And though it's darker than December What's ahead is a different colour One day 'we're gonna get so high And at The end of the day We'll remember the days We were close to the edge And we'll wonder how we made it through And at The end of the day We'll remember the way We stayed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/4737237233020802832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/4737237233020802832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#4737237233020802832' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-7835545199633602464</id><published>2010-09-16T12:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T12:27:47.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm on the bus to school now, a real good time to be emo-ing, as most people would do, by just staring out of the window and watching the world pass by. Came across a friend's photo album ytd, and had some things to think about. Sometimes I wish we could go somewhere, just the 2 of us. With no one else. No one else at all. Just the 2 of us, enjoying life like we should, like we can. With no other</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/7835545199633602464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/7835545199633602464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#7835545199633602464' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-4814612585731714034</id><published>2010-09-07T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T23:15:46.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you know, once in a while, people get all bitchy and stuff. pitting one girl against another is not a good idea, cat fights always occur. but then again, everyone's entitled to their personal opinion.and yes, you might have realised. this IS going to be a bitchy post. what are girls defined as in the 21st century, the era that we live in now. i met a taxi driver once while on the way to pick up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/4814612585731714034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/4814612585731714034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#4814612585731714034' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-2591917846060566852</id><published>2010-08-26T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T23:03:12.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i went to church that day and the speaker said something which brought tears to my eyes."if you feel like you're behind in class, don't worry cuz God is behind you."just when i was worrying about school, fyp, modules and how to catch up with the smart asses remaining. God does work wonders doesnt he? its so comforting to know that.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/2591917846060566852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/2591917846060566852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html#2591917846060566852' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-3860016596877526221</id><published>2010-08-21T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T00:38:52.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i know i know, havent blogged for a really long time. so since i last blogged, i was still in the lovely city of toronto. and now, i've already been back in singapore for just past a month. life has been good here, ever since i came back. nothing much too difficult, fun, joy and laughter. school has started once again, year 4 is so much different now. its like you're older than almost everyone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/3860016596877526221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/3860016596877526221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html#3860016596877526221' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-2001155613105781038</id><published>2010-06-19T12:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T12:30:30.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it was just an innocent dinner i had with chris and kellyn in a small fast food stall in the midst of the bustling post-dinner atmosphere of downtown toronto. as they chatted about life in singapore, we slowly drifted to the topic on jc life.and that was it. all the lovely memories in that light blue, factory worker like uniform came flooding back. i couldnt stop. i just kept telling them about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/2001155613105781038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/2001155613105781038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#2001155613105781038' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-4550214663258329339</id><published>2010-06-17T13:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T13:41:16.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I remember what you wore on the first dayYou came into my life and I thought"Hey, you know, this could be something"'Cause everything you do and words you sayYou know that it all takes my breath awayAnd now I'm left with nothingSo maybe it's trueThat I can't live without youAnd maybe two is better than oneBut there's so much timeTo figure out the rest of my lifeAnd you've already got me coming </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/4550214663258329339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/4550214663258329339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#4550214663258329339' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-8588201474468346139</id><published>2010-06-13T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T13:36:12.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>maybe this song is overused.but if every word and every line is the way i feel, it'll never be.The stars lean down to kiss youAnd I lie awake and miss youPour me a heavy dose of atmosphere'Cause I'll doze off safe and soundlyBut I'll miss your arms around meI'd send a postcard to you, dear'Cause I wish you were hereI'll watch the night turn light-blueBut it's not the same without youBecause it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/8588201474468346139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/8588201474468346139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#8588201474468346139' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-2295244677349863450</id><published>2010-06-12T15:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T15:49:31.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes, our mind just goes haywire. it just goes crazy, making you look crazy, sound crazy and act retarded. i hate days like these. when obviously you try to solve something but because of your retardedly screwed up crazy mind and brain muscle cells, you ruin everything, making everything even worse than it even started off.i'm really sorry for causing any pain, hurt, and trouble. now i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/2295244677349863450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/2295244677349863450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#2295244677349863450' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-5038783782937859699</id><published>2010-06-01T11:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T12:01:11.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>to do honours or not to do honours? i got my results back on sunday night (in canada) and ... well i wouldnt say it was bad, but i wouldnt say it was good.frankly speaking, i'm really tired of studying .. i want to leave, i want to get out of this place. but in the situation i'm in, i think i'll just have to stick with honours, finish one more year of hell and leave. it's demoralising to see </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/5038783782937859699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/5038783782937859699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#5038783782937859699' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-7689554499401470989</id><published>2010-05-28T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T00:24:56.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>time really flies. and yes i admit i have been ignoring the urge to update this blog hahahaha. but i'm sure most people know, (since fb is more effective than blogs) that i'll be spending the first half of my summer in toronto (summer programme). like i said, time really flies. it's already been 3 weeks since i left singapore. yes i'm slowly adapting to this place... in fact i'm adapting really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/7689554499401470989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/7689554499401470989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#7689554499401470989' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-4803864210179048001</id><published>2010-04-23T01:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T02:03:40.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the brain is influential. humans love to think about what they WANT to think about, and they block out all the stuff they DONT WANT to think about.whats the use, if nothing is gonna change?A bird caught a fish, but it escaped - well swam away would sound more appropriate. Well, would the bird still keep looking for the fish in the water? Then again, there are plenty of fishes out there. Is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/4803864210179048001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/4803864210179048001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#4803864210179048001' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-2665382829960060194</id><published>2010-04-10T13:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T13:33:11.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes i wonder if i'm too giving. there seems like there's 2 sides to me right now. how apt - i'm a gemini. my mom always tells me i'm too self-centered. i don't bother helping at home, i treat the house like a hotel - just to come home and sleep. and i dun bother about others feelings.on the other hand, ben tells me i'm too focused on making other people happy at the expense of my own </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/2665382829960060194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/2665382829960060194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#2665382829960060194' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-2982471227966533550</id><published>2010-04-02T11:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T13:33:52.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i heard this song on mtv and it brought back memories.my maid used to sing this to me when i was young.Eternal flame - The BanglesClose your eyes, give me your hand, darling Do you feel my heart beating, do you understand? Do you feel the same, or am I only dreaming? Is this burning an eternal flame? I believe it's meant to be, darling I watch when you are sleeping, you belong to me Do you feel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/2982471227966533550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/2982471227966533550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#2982471227966533550' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-8366687666831868953</id><published>2010-03-16T02:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T02:17:31.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>in the past week, i've seen 2 major occasions of 'proud'-ness. and it makes me wonder when someone will feel the same about me. or have i STILL not reached that stage in my life yet? - even though i thought i had.the first occasion was something that really hit me. it was like a scene from the movie, except that it was happening right before me - a mother so proud of her son that it was radiating</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/8366687666831868953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/8366687666831868953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#8366687666831868953' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-4757315453078978087</id><published>2010-03-12T00:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T00:44:18.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fearless - Taylor SwiftThere's something 'bout the way The street looks when it's just rainedThere's a glow off the pavement, you walk me to car And you know, I wanna ask you to dance right there In the middle of the parking lotYeahWe're driving down the road, I wonder if you knowI'm trying so hard, not to get caught up nowBut you're just so cool, run your hands through your hair Absent mindedly,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/4757315453078978087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/4757315453078978087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#4757315453078978087' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-5920288513392648988</id><published>2010-03-04T11:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T11:10:10.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fuck you simone, stop thinking so much and get your head back in that presentation you have at 2. bloody hell.you take my hand and drag me headfirst, fearless</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/5920288513392648988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/5920288513392648988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#5920288513392648988' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-612985701786827128</id><published>2010-02-27T01:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T01:51:49.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes i wonder what i am exactly. what have i been sent out to this world to achieve. i think about my role in school, in lectures, around my friends.among my lecture mates, i'm not the one who gets all the notes immediately, neither am i the smartest one, nor the one that you can count on for answers etc. i'm just the one who freeloads on everyone. taking their notes, asking them questions. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/612985701786827128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/612985701786827128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#612985701786827128' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-9016546599333760420</id><published>2010-02-19T02:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T02:40:50.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>owl city has amazing lyrics. simple, lovely and addictive. Vanilla Twilight - Owl CityThe stars lean down to kiss you,And I lie awake I miss you,Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere.Cause I'll doze off safe and soundly,But I'll miss your arms around meI'll send a postcard to you dear, Cause I wish you were here.I watch the night turn light blue, But it's not the same without you, Because it takes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/9016546599333760420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/9016546599333760420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#9016546599333760420' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-7559800187707989230</id><published>2010-02-07T15:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T15:45:50.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>home.how do you define a home?how do you define a family?someplace where you just go home to for your daily nap?or someplace which showers you with love, care, concern and stand beside you in times of need?i always though they were supportive, i always thought they were there for me. everything changed when they said i changed. so what about change? why cant i change? why cant anyone change? lots</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/7559800187707989230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/7559800187707989230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#7559800187707989230' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-446015189919697513</id><published>2010-02-04T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T23:28:54.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>week 4 is ending and hell has my life been exquisitely exceptional. school is just weighing its mass down more than my brain can handle. in just 1 week, i've stayed up till 4am twice just to complete assignments, finish lab reports, and prepare for presentations. oh what is year 3 doing to me!! so it's thurs now, going on to friday. the end of week 4. week 5: presentations, and ... well thats </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/446015189919697513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/446015189919697513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#446015189919697513' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-7043669714693138090</id><published>2010-01-18T23:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T23:46:57.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>school has started. omg totally horrible. it's only week 2 and i feel as if my whole sem has come crashing down on me already. i really don't know how i'm gonna last till the end of week 13, until exams. projects and never ending projects. chem majors don't do projects! or am i wrong?it's gonna be so xiong this sem i dont think i have time for anything else anymore.i had lab today. and i realised</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/7043669714693138090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/7043669714693138090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#7043669714693138090' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-2313045310593044747</id><published>2010-01-07T02:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T02:26:12.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i close my eyes, and all my mind fills up with, is the music from the symphonic band.4.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/2313045310593044747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/2313045310593044747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#2313045310593044747' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-3526598418090635167</id><published>2010-01-03T16:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T16:40:26.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a new year, a new start. a fresh start. my emotions might have been extremely over clouded previously, but i guess when you learn to let everything go, only then can you think clearly.its true that it seems like there's no effect on me. maybe it's cuz i've already gotten used to everything nothing seems new now.with this last week - one week of holidays, one week of freedom, one week of analysis.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/3526598418090635167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/3526598418090635167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#3526598418090635167' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-8298785628936542771</id><published>2009-12-30T16:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T10:30:28.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hope is a large word to use. in fact, it's a horrible word to use. it places expectations on people that normally they end up not fulfilling. "i hope ..."what do you say when someone tells you "i hope... " ? do you just answer "ok", or would you stun awhile and think about the true answer?as much as i would love to give the positive answer so as to minimise disappointment and hurt, sometimes its </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/8298785628936542771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/8298785628936542771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#8298785628936542771' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sNP9DM6jjKk/SzwIOs9koSI/AAAAAAAAANI/U_edDp_39xs/s72-c/scampcomm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-2672701835994378620</id><published>2009-12-29T23:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:33:01.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i want so much to say out everything i feel here. but i have yet to come up with a way to phrase my words. so.. another time i guess.12.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/2672701835994378620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/2672701835994378620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#2672701835994378620' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-3299879088661522747</id><published>2009-12-18T10:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T11:32:05.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>as i leave for hk, i'm so gonna miss those who have walked with me the past few weeks. these people, have been with me through (especially the past 2 weeks) so much that i feel as if my life would be totally different without them. i'm gonna miss ju jiamin, lennard cy, ah yen alan and retarded bitchy egoistic nocturnals.thanks for being there the past 4 months/2 weeks.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/3299879088661522747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/3299879088661522747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#3299879088661522747' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-4045530457555384286</id><published>2009-12-15T12:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T13:48:52.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a see saw can only have one side up. theres no way that both kids can stay up there, enjoying themselves. one of them definitely has to end up back down.i was at the playground, staring at these 2 boys on the see saw. looking at their faces when they went down - there was this temporary flash of disappointment, which turned quickly into happiness when they went up again. law of physics/gravity or</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/4045530457555384286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/4045530457555384286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#4045530457555384286' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-6000451763584559420</id><published>2009-12-08T15:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T17:09:52.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this post, as innocent as it soundsindeed shares one of the best songs of the year.enjoy.Cobra Starship - Good Girls Go Badi make them good girls go bad i make them good girls go bad i was hanging in the corner with my five best friends i heard that you were trouble but I couldn't resist i make them good girls go bad i make them good girls go good girls go bad Flo Rida - Sugarmy lips like sugar, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/6000451763584559420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/6000451763584559420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#6000451763584559420' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-7770898653953267648</id><published>2009-12-06T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T14:03:11.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fuck my life.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/7770898653953267648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/7770898653953267648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#7770898653953267648' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-5538317043058142343</id><published>2009-11-19T12:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T13:03:40.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saw you from the distance,Saw you from the stage,Something 'bout the look in your eyes,Something 'bout your beautiful faceIn a sea of people,There was only you,I never knew what this song was about,But suddenly now I doTrying to reach out to you,Touch my hand,Reach out as far as you can,Only me, only you, and the band,Trying to reach out to you,Touch my handCan't let the music stop,Can't let this</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/5538317043058142343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/5538317043058142343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#5538317043058142343' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-4285576086937702994</id><published>2009-11-16T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T14:13:12.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i guess it wasnt the last test.how many more must i go through?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/4285576086937702994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/4285576086937702994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#4285576086937702994' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-1839181276324745684</id><published>2009-11-14T02:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T02:47:50.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i haven't blogged for extremely long, yes i know. the past few weeks have forced my life into such a whirl that now, i cant even tell the difference between right and wrong. i don't know what to blog anymore cuz some things are just meant to be kept in that small box and left in the corner to collect dust, never to be taken out again. thru the past few weeks, i've felt more emotions than i've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/1839181276324745684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/1839181276324745684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#1839181276324745684' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-3464474675153962377</id><published>2009-09-27T01:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T01:09:16.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"simone, do you feel lonely now?"the common question at brenda and audrey's parties.what am i supposed to say?it's been one month.i miss you zihan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/3464474675153962377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/3464474675153962377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#3464474675153962377' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-1121080242772028906</id><published>2009-09-12T13:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T23:09:24.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've held off posting for a few weeks now, since everytime i log on to blogspot, the new post page appears weird. it's still weird now. but i'm guessing it's more of a permanent damage.the past 2 weeks have been a huge ride up and down, left and right. i won't deny that zihan leaving for hk has been a huge impact on me, especially during the first week of his absence. however, i guess this is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/1121080242772028906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/1121080242772028906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#1121080242772028906' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-5639123613849214378</id><published>2009-08-14T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T00:27:49.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0               false   false   false      EN-SG   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                     MicrosoftInternetExplorer4                                                   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/5639123613849214378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/5639123613849214378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#5639123613849214378' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-7408438251130033521</id><published>2009-08-11T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T00:11:14.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>stand up for what you believe in, simone.stand up, be strong. and maintain your stand.</summary><link rel='edit' 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school, i feel both happy and sad.happy to see the people i know i can be myself with,but it sucks to feel totally off from the world.updates happen. but thats all that does. people are busy with their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/3959356331546005793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/3959356331546005793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#3959356331546005793' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-5007998279189526579</id><published>2009-07-14T22:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:39:38.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fuck i lost my thumbdrive.i can't find it at home, and i think i lent it to someone but i cant rmb who.if not i think it dropped out.the last time i rmb having it was...... during scamp i think.i wonder if it lost it then. but i don't think so?it's an orange and white thumbdrive. T.T my dad's so gonna kill me. he kinda just bought it.OMGYOUARESODEADSIMONELEE.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/5007998279189526579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/5007998279189526579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#5007998279189526579' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-2058452625440970823</id><published>2009-07-05T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T22:42:36.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>scamp ended on a high note, and i'm glad for that.this experience will forever remain with me, in my heart. how much this has taught me, the friends it has given me, the feeling of achievement when you see happy faces breaking through everyone's faces at the end.it's so hard to explain, but i'd give anything to experience that again.and surprisingly, i miss everything. i feel weird now, not being</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/2058452625440970823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/2058452625440970823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#2058452625440970823' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-7042435232520571376</id><published>2009-06-15T14:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T14:41:33.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it has been a whirl of days passing by the past 2 weeks. first was pre prep camp, and last week was prep camp.i guess preparing for scamp has made me so much more aware of my surroundings.i have learn how certain events pull people so close that nothing can tear them apart. i have learn that time management i really important. i have learnt that planning is very important and preparation must </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/7042435232520571376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/7042435232520571376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#7042435232520571376' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-7523119913715224470</id><published>2009-05-27T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T23:47:33.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear everyone, i have turned 21.and as everyone says, 21 - the entrance to adulthood. ok well i dun feel anything much more than an adult since monday passed.so i had a party, like a always wanted. although i will have to admit i din think it went as well as i planned it to be. i guess this shows how bad a planner i am with things. but at least it gives me some experience, not like i'm gonna host</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/7523119913715224470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/7523119913715224470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#7523119913715224470' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-2897111517494988307</id><published>2009-05-15T01:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T01:07:33.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ohkayy, exams have ended. special sem has started, and fop season is up and coming.fun, busy.busy.then internship starts in july.i'm torn. part of me wants the test. the other part wants nothing.and, it's so true how things don't always go the way you plan.never ever keep your expectations up, simone.or you'll fine yourself falling deeper each time.period.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/2897111517494988307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/2897111517494988307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#2897111517494988307' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-5001276613749812518</id><published>2009-04-27T15:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T15:23:13.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>people can tell when you're faking it.oh, c'mon already.you don't need to overexaggerate being humble. all the best to all having examsjust 2 more papers to go for me! ((:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/5001276613749812518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/5001276613749812518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#5001276613749812518' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-3930722413087814894</id><published>2009-04-18T23:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T23:47:22.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you gave me a reasontold me that i'll always be yoursyou are my desiremy heart is so on fire for youi can't stop loving you loving you oh nobecause i don't wanna end up in your rearviewwanna be someone you can turn tobaby i never wanna lose youno, there's nothing i won't doso i'll watch you like a moviei'll sing you like a songread you like a storyif it takes me all night longkeep you like a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/3930722413087814894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/3930722413087814894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#3930722413087814894' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-4715052639919031744</id><published>2009-04-03T01:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T01:17:45.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>how great is life.i just found out i have an organic test on week 13 monday, a physical test on week 13 thurs and a presentation on friday.lovely.i so totally love school.i so totally love organic chem.yay.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/4715052639919031744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/4715052639919031744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#4715052639919031744' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-441307270483070002</id><published>2009-04-02T01:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T01:27:55.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm one to really get pissed off when taking buses.when buses take long to come, when they move slow, when they waste time, when they stop at unnecessary bus stops, when they do stupid things.seriously sometimes i think i can get enough white hair just by taking buses.taking today for example. I've met one of the worst bus drivers ever.taking 95, from science to kent ridge terminal, WOW! he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/441307270483070002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/441307270483070002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#441307270483070002' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-1643248671639167721</id><published>2009-04-01T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T00:09:57.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>have you ever felt that there's this time in your life when you feel like an alien, outcasted from the entire society, with no ways and means of getting back.then you feel like you dont belong to this world.and as you get rejected more and more by society, your mind starts to wonder, and all that effort that you've put in to obtain the level of self esteem and confidence you have now is just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/1643248671639167721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/1643248671639167721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#1643248671639167721' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-4423105193568942382</id><published>2009-03-26T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T22:34:01.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think social work is a horrible module. the workload is horrendous.anw, i've gotten my special sem module! but i think i'll die this round. having so little holidays and studying all the way is seriously not the life for me. if i had a choice i'd never choose to do this. but, whats this one extra module to graduating along with everyone.i wanna graduate like now, like just get out of this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/4423105193568942382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/4423105193568942382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#4423105193568942382' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-2286299822194867234</id><published>2009-03-10T00:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T00:58:09.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's the start of week 8 and there goes half the semester.maybe part of me has given up on studying, since i've been so stressed that i've started to lose my appetite. sucks. now i cant eat as much as i can last time.but well. life's been pretty fun, ok, good. however you wanna call it. smooth-sailing.internship's been pretty screw up. i've been rejected by a few companies, but i guess there's no</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/2286299822194867234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/2286299822194867234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#2286299822194867234' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-4568781800924851025</id><published>2009-02-19T00:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T00:51:58.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>seems like i've been blogging lesser these days. probably exams.vday has came and gone. and sometimes, i wonder. what is it about vday that gets people so excited, the flowers the gifts and everything else.if you expressed your feelings/gratitude/love for a friend/lover for everyday of your life, why would that feb14 make it so much more special? it's totally different from normal once a year </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/4568781800924851025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/4568781800924851025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#4568781800924851025' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-7941281137826274446</id><published>2009-02-04T22:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T22:02:57.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there's only one thing to do, three words for you, i love you.there's only one way to say those three words, that's what i'll do.i love you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/7941281137826274446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/7941281137826274446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#7941281137826274446' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-6871837024311246190</id><published>2009-01-23T01:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T01:41:34.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>school. nus.is it better to fight for you life for a honours degree, or relax and pass your time happily in nus and graduate with just a bachelor's degree?but is it as easy as it seems to be?it's only the 2nd week of school. and there you go - the ugly sides of people.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/6871837024311246190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/6871837024311246190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#6871837024311246190' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-4972742735756580852</id><published>2009-01-16T23:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T23:27:54.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok so the past week of school --- FIRST WEEK! omg sem 2 has begun.and so for the record, i have burnt my tongue 4 times this week. due to my greediness in drinking the soup from the soup stall. oh wow. i guess soup's not gonna be on the menu for the next few weeks then.anw nothing much during this first week of school. i din fall asleep during any lectures, and i have a physical chem test next </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/4972742735756580852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/4972742735756580852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#4972742735756580852' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-5893525435730244631</id><published>2009-01-08T14:37:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:33:34.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok i guess it's about time i updated something (ey, ron?)it's a new year! 2009. but it doesnt feel like a new year. and so from the last time i blogged, everything seems like a blast. christmas! i spent 2 days before christmas at fiona and brenda's party. which. pretty much ended in a different way we all expected it to end. since pictures say it all. and so alan rented a pick up, which we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/5893525435730244631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/5893525435730244631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#5893525435730244631' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sNP9DM6jjKk/SWWgPsSzT1I/AAAAAAAAALk/-FlYpAXF9rI/s72-c/blog1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-7726818975531692969</id><published>2008-12-21T18:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T18:08:19.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so it's coming to the end of 2008.well i'm not in much of a mood to blog since i've been watching dramas and now i'm having a headache. but well. 2008 was a good year - based on the fact that i can't rmb much of the bad stuff.it's not the right end of the year yet. so i'll blog again. haha.just to make this blog come alive again. lol</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/7726818975531692969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/7726818975531692969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#7726818975531692969' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-1659766177600554305</id><published>2008-11-19T01:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:52:11.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it has occured to me how quickly people change in just a few months. i have to admit that even i do. as i compare myself with just 2 years ago - jc. probably people might think i'm still the same. loud and noisy and all. but i think since coming to uni, i've changed so much i don't even recognise myself anymore, as i think of the things i've used to do, the places i used to hang out at.the jan </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/1659766177600554305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/1659766177600554305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#1659766177600554305' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-6857848351370442876</id><published>2008-11-14T23:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T23:54:52.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>exams are coming. and this is what i look at every single day. i think i'll go crazy soon. HAHAH! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/6857848351370442876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/6857848351370442876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#6857848351370442876' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sNP9DM6jjKk/SR2e9oOWO5I/AAAAAAAAALc/t9AgC6-LZLM/s72-c/benzene.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-2514666431564127857</id><published>2008-11-04T22:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T23:10:54.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>one/eleven, four.haha. so we decided to have a new change to our usual kind of outing - dinner, movie, soccer etc. (i'm missing something out am i, but i just cant rmb!)trip to suntec, we bought old chang kee curry puff and fishball ((:then it was over to don pie - 1/4 chicken pie! i totally love their pies. haha.ok so we entered carrefour after that.a carton of apple aloe vera fruit juice.honey </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/2514666431564127857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/2514666431564127857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#2514666431564127857' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-1574403943864259943</id><published>2008-11-03T01:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T01:32:11.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>week 12 week 12.so this sem passed in a flash.i changed my phone (yay) and i was clearing my photos and videos from the old phone and transferring them into my com. and i came across so many old photos that i just couldnt stop looking at.how they bring back so many memories. haha. time passes so fast is like -- i'm gonna turn 21 in like 6 months time. horrible!ok and i love my new mouse, it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/1574403943864259943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/1574403943864259943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#1574403943864259943' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-433260309072569453</id><published>2008-10-12T14:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T14:50:47.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>through a hectic week fillled with tornadoes and hurricanes, i'm indeed so happy i made it through.every minute i spend with youa series of scary emotional and horrible events. which i had no idea how they happened - probably largely due to my insensitivity (and pms?). but thankfully, people were patient with me.through all the bad or good times we hadso i enjoyed my well deserved weekend with a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/433260309072569453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/433260309072569453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#433260309072569453' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-1090241178009937922</id><published>2008-10-06T10:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T10:56:56.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there comes a time, when you feel like your clique has been torn apart by everyone's different timetables and everyone's different commitments.i feel horrible.as much as i hope for the fun of year 1 to return, i guess i need to learn to be more independent.i must, and stop relying on people.screw this. i hate uni life.6 weeks to exams. wtf.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/1090241178009937922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/1090241178009937922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#1090241178009937922' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-1808315647009956514</id><published>2008-09-22T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T01:10:27.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's recess week, yay ((:i guess things get better when you look from a different point of view and try to appreciate.mug hard this week? maybe it's possible. since i'm starting to get busier already.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/1808315647009956514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/1808315647009956514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#1808315647009956514' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-1107808535369265943</id><published>2008-09-20T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T01:24:18.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>overdose of provisional satisfaction.hmmm, or am i expecting too much?-- i would like to think not.then again, what is this test going to prove?importance? endurance? determination? or just to test me.and my heart.one year.do i really have to do this for one year? one and a half probably.why do i feel like everything seems to be fading away, capturing itself as a disappearing memory as i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/1107808535369265943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/1107808535369265943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#1107808535369265943' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-827708739812706682</id><published>2008-09-10T00:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T01:11:55.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so the past week has been incredibly tiring, and filled with a wild rollarcoaster ride of emotions. tutorials and lab reports are starting to pile up and making their presence felt in my life. as i trudge through my days in school with the irresistable urge to fall asleep during lectures, i start to feel so thankful for my friends around me.especially youAnd as I look into your eyesI see an angel</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/827708739812706682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/827708739812706682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#827708739812706682' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-4424033022484505279</id><published>2008-08-26T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T23:21:23.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>time. what a chore this thing is.the elections of science club are on going. and all everyone talks about these days are just about the nominations and elections. and sometimes, the tension can be felt from the way people speak. friendships form and some break apart. and as i stand in the middle, sometimes as a way of communication, or a way for information, the tension piles on me as well.why?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/4424033022484505279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/4424033022484505279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#4424033022484505279' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-1479316981309272310</id><published>2008-08-14T01:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T02:01:05.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and so school starts,as time lessens from 24 hours to just a mere 4 hours, i have learnt to appreciate what i have. and not take it for granted.the lesser the time, the better it is.isnt it always like that?((:i feel the sunshinewhen you kiss me goodbye</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/1479316981309272310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/1479316981309272310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#1479316981309272310' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-5336173795825896573</id><published>2008-08-09T14:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T15:16:31.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so sow has ended, along with rag and flag.sow was great, but tiring. and it came along with a fantastic experience, definitely allowing me to learn so many new things and how to handle things.and so, thats my og. surprisingly, i'm very proud of the way they slack hahaha!on to more important things, school is starting on monday and this is the end of a rather quick 3 months holiday. i guess it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/5336173795825896573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/5336173795825896573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#5336173795825896573' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sNP9DM6jjKk/SJ07W6kBJwI/AAAAAAAAAHk/I6iO5U30X0E/s72-c/nanas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-521211260685897492</id><published>2008-08-04T01:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T01:10:54.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm always so lazy to blog.there's nothing much. basically camps camps and more camps.there was sow prep, and now half of sow's over. it was fun, i'll say. having your own bunch of freshies. they were a lively bunch, morale still high even when they lost. so proud of them.i'll post photos when i get them. or maybe it'll be more accessible from facebook. hahabasically, there's pretty nothing much </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/521211260685897492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/521211260685897492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#521211260685897492' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-5928338831871815745</id><published>2008-07-13T17:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T18:04:54.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>from where i left off, it was probably after scamp.since then, it was union camp, random outings here and there. well, i'll say it was fun. then again, we feel like the holidays are ending. i guess it's just like what julianne says. not about how long the holidays are, but more of what we do during the holidays.with one more month of holidays left, i should fill this time with as much things as i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/5928338831871815745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/5928338831871815745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#5928338831871815745' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-8870006387208682033</id><published>2008-07-07T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T22:01:09.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i cant think of anything to blog about. but i just wanna put something here. hahathe past week's been pretty long, since many things have happened.but i knowit'll be much betterOoh darling cause you'll always be my baby</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/8870006387208682033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/8870006387208682033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#8870006387208682033' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-2872885863648075682</id><published>2008-06-30T23:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T23:50:43.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>scamp, went past with a swish. i would say i did enjoy it , but i guess my freshman year of scamp was definitely more fun since i was playing all the games and more involved. with no group of freshies to take care of this year, i wonder sometimes, if it's a pro or a con.i still cant make up my mind. but thankfully i have sow to make up for it.but i would still say that scamp has given me an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/2872885863648075682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/2872885863648075682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#2872885863648075682' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_sNP9DM6jjKk/SGj4s1jnyeI/AAAAAAAAAHU/pmMr6piVE9I/s72-c/scamp1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-3881017302852816733</id><published>2008-06-18T01:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T02:08:34.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>scamp - being a house leader is seriously not easy.definitely not, esp when you have to go against people like alvan.i realised. the past few days, i learnt to accept myself, i learnt who i was. and i realised what i had to do. it was hard, at first. the feeling of rejection, the feeling of failed hope. i felt like i had let alan down, let my house down, and most importantly, let my fellow ohl </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/3881017302852816733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/3881017302852816733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#3881017302852816733' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-8854618262372772924</id><published>2008-06-08T23:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T03:22:27.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm finally done with my work at the world book fair. lol.. i shall be truthful and say that it wasnt really a nice job to have. i mean, nothing can really beat espn. hahabut i'm sure glad to have met many many cute children. and some interesting people. hahaand there's this boy. his dad's an artist. a professional artist.and i shall wait for his son, whose 4 years old. :Dhe's the cutest ever. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/8854618262372772924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/8854618262372772924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#8854618262372772924' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_sNP9DM6jjKk/SEwGql6FWvI/AAAAAAAAAHE/vAekcNqVK2Y/s72-c/08062008538.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-3645178271371503569</id><published>2008-06-07T01:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T01:24:44.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>as i look at the twirling circle of colours in front of me,i start to realisethe things in my life that i don't want to lose.What You GotColby O'DonisAnd I like the way you take advantage of every man you loveI see, I seem to know your game girlBut I don't mind if ya come and play ya thug just don't talk too muchI see, I see it so you don't have to say a wordYeah those guys wanna come treat ya </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/3645178271371503569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/3645178271371503569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#3645178271371503569' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-6778097069756060504</id><published>2008-05-30T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T00:43:38.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and with that, 20 years of my life has just flashed past.finally hitting the big 2, i really cant see myself turning into an adult just yet. i still wanna live life, like a teenager. i dont wanna grow up.i guess, turning 20 is no big deal. nothing much to celebrate about, nothing much to make a big fuss about. rather it's more of a quiet move into the adult society.haha. i told my mom i'll forgo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/6778097069756060504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/6778097069756060504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#6778097069756060504' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-8959835073916091680</id><published>2008-05-22T22:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T23:31:10.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok i know exams have ended like about a few weeks ago. but i have been too lazy to blog haha! and besides i've been chasing dramas as usual.i swear this drama has the most number of cute guys acting in it. watch alr can die one. hahahaha! seriously my eyes have been fed very well :Dok so after exams were basically nothing. started off with seniors gathering, then chalet.i just got home from the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/8959835073916091680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/8959835073916091680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#8959835073916091680' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sNP9DM6jjKk/SDWOvAAHDiI/AAAAAAAAAGs/_2liIbUEsZU/s72-c/Capture_172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-2356708179458230109</id><published>2008-05-04T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T14:09:16.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haha, finally. it's 5 days to the last paper.the past week was super mad. just totally mad. using up every single ounce on energy in me, i'm totally shagged now. lsm, physical chem, and organic chem today. (yes disgustingly on a saturday.)and it was off to town, finally in 3 months. with tian lin, zihan , yong chuan, and nessa!!! SO FUN SO FUN!! omg now i dunno if i can bring myself back to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/2356708179458230109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/2356708179458230109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#2356708179458230109' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-9136070831031215189</id><published>2008-04-25T21:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T21:16:36.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm starting to be scared of going to school.and the stress is taking over!from morning.till night.i think i'm going crazy.it's 2 weeks till 8th may!AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/9136070831031215189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/9136070831031215189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#9136070831031215189' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_sNP9DM6jjKk/SBHYaWabtMI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Nsq-mcE9I7Y/s72-c/22042008488.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-8871736569105741081</id><published>2008-04-17T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T01:14:41.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think i believe people too easily.i get dragged down into a pit so easily that when i'm left there alone i cant find my way out. and with that, i'm left stuck in that hole for the next few days until i find my way out.and i never learn.i wish i could stop thinking, i wish i could just put everything aside and concentrate on mugging. but i guess not.it's not easy to hide, even though i want so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/8871736569105741081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/8871736569105741081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#8871736569105741081' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-6427370194654757283</id><published>2008-04-10T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T22:06:33.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>screw it.i'm so confused with myself i dunno what to do anymore.study study study. but i just cant keep my mind off things.and german is just not making things better, with the semester test on monday and only 4 days to study, the amount of stuff i gotta memorise and understand is just so pissing me off.screw the exams. i dun wanna study anymore. nothing can get in anyway and my cap's so gonna </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/6427370194654757283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/6427370194654757283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#6427370194654757283' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-5839113162872842833</id><published>2008-04-01T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T23:55:04.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>exhaustion and frustration;you know, when you dun even have enough energy left to cry anymore.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/5839113162872842833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/5839113162872842833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#5839113162872842833' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-7752643741057898604</id><published>2008-03-27T23:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T00:03:07.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you know when this semester is gonne be chui when1) you screwed up the cm1121 organic chem test today when it was a rather easy paper. and obviously you could have done better if you studied more2) you have missed all the lectures of cm1131 physical chem and havent even watched the webcast since the test ended.3) you havent even printed the notes for the 4th chapter up till now for cm1131.4) you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/7752643741057898604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/7752643741057898604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#7752643741057898604' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-4345199427824083684</id><published>2008-03-19T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T00:30:36.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>should i hold on to things which cant be held on to,or should i let them go.why is it so hard, that we keep taking things for granted whenever we have it.why is it that when i want to break away,but the rope just binds me tighterin all directions.why is it that i want so badly to speak,but the opportunities seldom come.why does it hurt so much when i walk in the other direction,but it all goes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/4345199427824083684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/4345199427824083684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#4345199427824083684' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-712380524923681043</id><published>2008-03-15T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T01:21:43.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lalala.. i realised there are people whom i never expect would still be reading my blog. hahaha.. so toucheddd hahaha so i shall be motivated to blog more. :Dthank you alicia for the card hahah! one day i'll write one back for you. so nice la! anw call yongxue for lunch more often. then we can catch up and talk and sight see. :D love you babe. teach me german so that i'll be ok with alan on oral </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/712380524923681043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/712380524923681043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#712380524923681043' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-6915576845486806851</id><published>2008-03-13T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T00:40:02.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>right.i hereby conclude that i dun really like life science. hahahaah! suckss!!!! omg. what acetyl co-A =.=" give it ten million dots.anw stress. exams coming already!on another note. i realised that we dont take things for granted until we lose them. well, obviously a known fact. but, i guess the impact only reaches me now.i'm afraid that if i want anything too much it'll mean i'll never have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/6915576845486806851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/6915576845486806851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#6915576845486806851' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-5749207245283028669</id><published>2008-03-01T11:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T13:13:40.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>after going one big round, i'll still say that girlfriends are the best you can ever have, and i'll probably need them so much more in a few days time.i love fridays with julianne and jiamin. haha! oh man new show already. hahaha everyone can stop watching tuesdays with morrie. now it's called FRIDAYS with the double Js babes!lunch, study and then dinner at thai express. and watsons shopping. not</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/5749207245283028669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/5749207245283028669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#5749207245283028669' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-2560328749348732161</id><published>2008-02-24T20:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T12:51:15.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's called.sweet confusion.recess week. time to mug.but i think i'm starting to like how my life's going. ((:or do i?why do you make my life so miserable but fill it with so much happiness</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/2560328749348732161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/2560328749348732161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#2560328749348732161' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-3171455470774047758</id><published>2008-02-03T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T00:22:59.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok so i have 2 tests on vday. how fortunate.har har. damn screwed can, how am i supposed to study for both thru the chinese new year weekend?doesnt the german coordinators realise that we'll be more busy collecting ang paos then study for some lousy vocab test which is ten million times harder than that of german 1. omg help T.Tand 1161, what the hell can he test man. siann.. thankfully it's open</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/3171455470774047758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/3171455470774047758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#3171455470774047758' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-7401485996926611513</id><published>2008-01-29T00:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T01:21:20.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have loads to say but i cant phrase it out here in such a way that it wouldnt be obvious. but i shall try.firstly school has started.although the first 2 weeks were KIND OF slack, i still think i shouldnt have slacked thru it cuz now i'm lagging already. and it's only the 3 week of school. CM1161 totally took away half my lifespan. the prof is crazy. just sending one email out like that on sat </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/7401485996926611513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/7401485996926611513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#7401485996926611513' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-4486984145481893747</id><published>2008-01-02T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T02:31:34.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fine. seeing everyone is updating their lives of 2007, i shall too, being that now it has been implated as an official memory together as a whole.ok 2007 was a totally whole new experience. i rmb the joy that filled me on 2nd jan when for the first time in so long, we could wake up at a glorious hour of 11 and then proceed out to town when more than half of the world was back in school! HAHA! :</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/4486984145481893747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/4486984145481893747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#4486984145481893747' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-4612433643052194782</id><published>2007-12-29T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T01:56:01.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>clueless-ness.why does it make you feel so lost and deserted? why does it make you feel like your life is totally wasted?i know this is gonna be a super emo entry. and i hate writing super emo entries. they're so hard to write. i'd rather be saying something like ohh... i did this today, i did that yesterday etc. but i cant. (which makes me sound damn stupid but seriously who cares)like ju said, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/4612433643052194782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/4612433643052194782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#4612433643052194782' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5699495.post-743296703553530302</id><published>2007-12-15T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T22:01:47.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fine. i SHALL update.alot has happened since i last posted =.=" OBVIOUSLY!been mugging super uber xiong-ly for exams. omg spending every single lousy day of my life stuck in the library from 10am to 10pm.. it's not funny. and i think i mug too much already. HAHA!but oh well.. it was nice meeting new friendsit was nice getting closer to current friends. haha the resident muggers of hum supp gang! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/743296703553530302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5699495/posts/default/743296703553530302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidified.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#743296703553530302' title=''/><author><name>` simone +</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
