<?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-5039429277505021124</id><updated>2011-10-09T05:23:32.806-07:00</updated><category term='Countdown to 2 more days to a year..'/><category term='Countdown 1 more day to a year..'/><title type='text'>a pEeK iNtO My hEaRt</title><subtitle type='html'>tiis would bbe my fiirst and ever blog iin my liife.never diid a blog before so ii'm quiite blur about iit.aarrgghh.so hard to do a stupiid blog!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>185</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-6175118032530943436</id><published>2011-05-02T08:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T10:19:08.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's already monday night, which marks the end of the long weekend. Gosh. School staring tomorrow. :( &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, had my weekend well-spent with &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, who drove me around searching for good food, nua-ing together at &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; house and shopping ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;He's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; always so nice and dotes on me, making me feel a little guilty sometimes. I'm not someone who can express how i feel, well enough for the other party to notice. I feel that sense of insecurity in &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; not knowing whether do i truly love &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; anot. Indeed, i do. I love&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; more than anything else in the world. I always wanted to see &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, feel &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;palpitating heartbeat, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; exceptionally warm hands, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to-die-for smiles. I love to look at &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; when&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; drives, i love to see &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; dancing in &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;car seat when &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; drives, i love to see &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; eating that long-awaited seaweed shaker fries when&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; drives, i love to see &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;acting so gay, i love to see &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; name appear on my facebook notifications, i love &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; laughing at my silly acts, i love to see&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sleeping in my arms. I just simply love &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; for everything. But&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;just can't seem to notice it. Am i too discreet about it ? I don't know. I don't know what else should i do to make &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;feel loved and happy. Hearing&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sad past relationship, i really want to make a difference this time. I want &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; to be the most happy man in the world, i want &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to feel how being loved is all about.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has made known to me that&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;wants this to work out between the both of us. I want it to work too. I'm tired of falling in and out of love. It's tiring to start the whole process all over again. I'd love to start a family with &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, as i know&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;he's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;somebody which i can put my whole heart into. I may not be this firm in my last few relationships, but now, this moment, i just know, &lt;b&gt;I WANT &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt; TO GROW OLD WITH ME. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, i just want Old Bean and Old Bean's to accept &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Old Bean's thinks that&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;he's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;too old for me, and Old Bean thinks that&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; may not be the right one cause we just started. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;was quite depressed when&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; heard the conversation between Old Bean's and me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby, if one day u could see this, i just wanna tell u, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;'No matter what happens, i will be with u. Do not fear that u will lose me, cause that day would never come. Rest assured that no one is gonna come between us. Don't be afraid that u're not perfect. Because in my eyes, U're just fucking perfect :) '' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The clock's striking midnight soon, and i'm keeping my eyes wide open so that i could call &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and tell &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;HAPPY ONE MONTH ANNIVERSARY LOVE :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;With Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Desiree a.k.a Li Hia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-6175118032530943436?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/6175118032530943436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=6175118032530943436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/6175118032530943436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/6175118032530943436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-already-monday-night-which-marks.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-1851899836106698521</id><published>2011-04-30T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T09:09:27.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have been letting this blog rot for so long. Read somebody's live journal recently, which makes me wanna post something here too. So dear bloggy, here i rant :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Changes here and there. School started, a Year 3 now. Alot of projects coming up, which proves that being a Year 3 isn't that easy. Not much modules now, only a few, which only consists of Adult Nursing and Nursing Lab. No more biological science. Or else it's gonna kill more of my brain cells. Thank god. But the two things that i dread about being a Year 3, FYP AND PRCP. 1 month of attachments gonna kill me already, let alone THREE MONTHS. Goodness. Killer. But nevermind, i will survive. This also marks towards the ending of my dull polytechnic life. No more breaks alone, no more lectures alone. Yay :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love life. Well, J1 have a new girlfriend now. I've always thought that somehow we would sure be together. But then at times, what u think may not be what happen in reality. It's sorta tough to let him go, but somehow i managed to survive. Time proved to me that without him, my life was so much better. No more restrictions, no more quit smoking, and no more being someone that was not me AT ALL. Thought it through, it really isn't worth for me to love someone who does not appreciate and love me for who i am. Life was terrible back then. Quarrels, quarrels and more quarrels. It was like never-ending. Fights already started even before we are together, what would happen when we are ? Can't imagine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;''Those who mind, don't matter. Those who matter, don't mind''  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got to know J2 few years back. Didn't talk to him much though. Only remembered he appeared in my msn for as long as i can remember. He started talking to me, and wanted to meet up. No harm getting to know more friends. First time seeing him was a surprise. Didn't know we really could click like old-time friends. Maybe he's a smoker that's why. LOL. Started to have good feelings about him, but didn't know he had too until the message he sent me at night. Had quite a shocked then. The next night, we went to East Coast Park. That night was even better. Not long after, we were officially together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't regret being with him, thought he's five years older than me. At least he made me laugh like there's no tomorrow. At least he makes the every effort to make me feel as comfortable as possible. At least he's willing to give me a status. Came to realise that status is very important, especially to a girl. More sense of security, more sense of belonging, someone to be called MINE. I'm grateful to Lord that he sent J2 to me, and i'm willing to spend the rest of my life with him. He may not be trusting me alot now, but time will show him everything. Hope he will soon to realise that i'm truthful, even thought i'm not good at expressing myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it's a saturday night, and with my first growth dividend from the government in my bank account, i'm sitting here, writing my blog, and everybody's out to have fun. Seriously, when can i have my freedom ? When can i come home the time as i like ? When can i not be treated like a kid ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad, i'm already 21, please give me the freedom that i ought to have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;With Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Desiree a.k.a Li Hia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-1851899836106698521?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/1851899836106698521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=1851899836106698521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/1851899836106698521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/1851899836106698521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2011/04/have-been-letting-this-blog-rot-for-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-1726051785793122151</id><published>2011-02-02T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T05:42:43.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Kristen ITC, sans-serif; text-align: center; line-height: 23px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Easy come, easy go, that's just how you live &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Oh, take, take, take it all but you never give &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Should've known you was trouble from the first kiss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Had your eyes wide open, why were they open? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Gave you all I had and you tossed it in the trash &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;You tossed it in the trash, you did &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;To give me all your love is all I ever asked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;'Cause what you don't understand is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;I'd catch a grenade for ya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Throw my hand on a blade for ya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;I'd jump in front of a train for ya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;You know I'd do anything for ya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;I would go through all this pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Take a bullet straight through my brain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Yes, I would die for you, baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;But you won't do the same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;No, no, no, no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Black, black, black and blue, beat me 'til I'm numb &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Tell the devil I said, hey, when you get back to where you're from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Mad woman, bad woman, that's just what you are, yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;You'll smile in my face then rip the brakes out my car &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Gave you all I had and you tossed it in the trash &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;You tossed it in the trash, yes, you did &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;To give me all your love is all I ever asked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;'Cause what you don't understand is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;I'd catch a grenade for ya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Throw my hand on a blade for ya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;I'd jump in front of a train for ya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;You know I'd do anything for ya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;I would go through all this pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Take a bullet straight through my brain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Yes, I would die for ya, baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;But you won't do the same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;If my body was on fire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Ooh, you'd watch me burn down in flames &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;You said you loved me, you're a liar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;'Cause you never, ever, ever did, baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;But darling, I'd still catch a grenade for ya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Throw my hand on a blade for ya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;I'd jump in front of a train for ya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;You know I'd do anything for ya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;I would go through all this pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Take a bullet straight through my brain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Yes, I would die for you, baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;But you won't do the same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;No, you won't do the same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;You wouldn't do the same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Ooh, you never do the same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;No, no, no, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-1726051785793122151?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/1726051785793122151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=1726051785793122151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/1726051785793122151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/1726051785793122151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2011/02/easy-come-easy-go-thats-just-how-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-6796270953730239636</id><published>2010-11-27T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T07:02:09.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally attachment at KKH ends yesterday. Well, things were not as bad as i thought. Nursing kids were actually not that bad after all. It was fun playing with them, seeing them smile made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing was, parents tend to use us to scare their kiddo to make them listen to them and be obedient. They would say things like, ' if you don't quieten down the jie jie will scold you and poke u with needles ' And then the kiddo will be looking at us innocently and starts to cry. Gosh. I've become the evil witch that goes around poking kids if they don't behave. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some sick little ones, as they are playing happily with their parents, they will start crying when they see me approaching them. I'm surprised that they actually could recognize us nurses. At the same time, i felt so bad to make them cry too. And seeing those little ones' tear from being poke by jabs really broke my heart. They don't deserve all these, they should be enjoying their childhood like any other kids, playing with their favourite toys in the playroom, and not cooped up in the hospital's cot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending 2 weeks at the paediatrics ward, the more i don't want to work with kids anymore. Not because i hate kids, which i thought it might be the reason, but seeing them suffer at this age, my heart just wrenches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;With Love,&lt;br /&gt;Desiree a.k.a Li Hia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-6796270953730239636?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/6796270953730239636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=6796270953730239636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/6796270953730239636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/6796270953730239636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2010/11/finally-attachment-at-kkh-ends.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-1648745005128428732</id><published>2010-11-02T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T10:42:10.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went for breakfast with Mummy in the morning, and went for school after that. Got so bored in the lecture, so i went through news feeds in my facebook when i saw WJ's post, and found out something which was really shocking. Thou not close, but losing somewhere whom used to appear around in my life seems like a sad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the times when we were in NSS, i never had good impression of him. He was a troublemaker, mischievous but a joker. Friends around him never got bored. Always managed to make them smile and make their day. He had good friends from all around. He was loud, and walked with his hands and legs swinging wide, like a typical beng. Being in the same class with meant no peace, and the teachers had no reins over him. He was just like a wild horse. He fractured his hand during school times, and he was not in school for a period of time, which meant peace for the teachers. He missed out alot, but friends were there to help him. He fractured his dominant hand, which made him unable to write. So could see he was quite contented not needing to do any work in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never knew that he worked in MacDonalds too, till the day i got attached to Centrepoint and saw him there. His name tag nearly made me faint, CREWLEADER. His pattern could be crewleader ?! What a joke. Or maybe i was wrong about him ? I don't know. That fateful day, was my first attachment to Centrepoint, and their crew room was not in the store, it was somewhere near the dumpster area. So he lead me there, and there were 2 ends, and he pointed out to me that the crew room was at the far end. So i walked towards, only to find out that there were only garbage bins there. Found out that i was cheated, turned around, and there he is, laughing like mad at me. Got mad at him for a while, but laughed with him in the end. And my memory ends there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;“The soul takes flight to a world that is invisible, and there arriving he is sure of bliss and forever dwells in paradise.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/TNBNAO0hWMI/AAAAAAAAAhw/Zz5d2GFIo8A/s1600/DEATH.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;With Love,&lt;br /&gt;Desiree a.k.a Li Hia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-1648745005128428732?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/1648745005128428732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=1648745005128428732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/1648745005128428732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/1648745005128428732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2010/11/went-for-breakfast-with-mummy-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-4125697664585875775</id><published>2010-10-11T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T13:36:58.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When It Ends</title><content type='html'>Well, we broke up, on 3 Oct, a total of 1 year and 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of things happen between us, and we would have end it months ago. But i chose to hold on, the last time when we almost broke up, believing that things would naturally get better. But who knows, it got worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back of those fond memories, when we first met, when we went on our first date, and those small little significant things that we did. It hurts to say goodbye, but i believe that this was the best way to solve the conflict between us and stop inflicting pain on each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought that he was the one, refusing to believe my loved ones that he wasn't my Mr Right. I thought i could prove them wrong. I thought i could change him, and making him a better person. But how naive i was. I was just like a gangster to him, talking sarcastically, behaving like a spoilt brat, and not worth of anything. What i did was never enough. Felt like a dog, being beckoned and shouted at. Maybe this is part and parcel of a relationship ? hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day to say goodbye, my heart feels like a thousand knifes cutting through. It hurts like one fucking shit, and his name was just like a bomb, triggering off my tears to flow each and every time i hear his name. Haven't been feeling like that for a long time. The feeling wasn't good, but thank god i had a bunch of friends standing by me during those hard times. I knew i had to get past him, and he's just a past, and life should carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends have been telling me, he's not a guy worth my tears, and time would eventually heal it, but it's all talk. It's easier said than done. He could take away everything, but not those fond memories that he has left in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything went back to almost normal for me, except that once in a while memory flashback in my brain. School's starting in a week's time, time to be lone ranger in school again. HAHA. Oh well, it's the second sememster for year 2, should really buck up and stop skipping lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what's done is done, no use pondering over what's lost, but to treasure what is in front of me. All thanks to that particular someone who has been with me all these while, and making my day. Thanks &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;With Love,&lt;br /&gt;Desiree a.k.a Li Hia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-4125697664585875775?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/4125697664585875775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=4125697664585875775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/4125697664585875775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/4125697664585875775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2010/10/when-it-ends.html' title='When It Ends'/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-8254516251729772204</id><published>2010-08-06T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T13:36:33.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Longgggg time never touched my blog, like almost half a year ? Well, laziness would be the main culprit.Wahahaha.Never had something to write, who wants to read a boring post, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my studies first.Finishing my first sememster for year 2, and there were so many stuffs to do.OMFG.Presentations, elective module showcase and BCLS theory and practical.Horrible.So tiring always at the end of the day, although i don't really attend lectures.Wahahaha.School is always boring for me, imagine being in school alone for the whole day, and most of the time having lunch alone, see how boring it is? Oh well, how i wish time would pass by faster, so that i could get rid of my boring poly life.People say poly life would be colourful, doesn't work for me this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a big fight with &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;eye candy&lt;/span&gt; last week, and we almost broke up.Had been thinking about it for the last week, losing my beauty sleep, and putting on fake smiles have been making me so tired.What i want, is only &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;him &lt;/span&gt;to make me happy, when i'm upset.Just this simple.Even a simple phrase of 3 words would make me feel happier.Girls sometimes need a simple hug or a lil' comforting words will do.Guessed that guys would never understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attachment would start soon, next tuesday.So i will be wiping butts and changing diapers AGAIN.I can't understand why even YOG they wouldn't let us stay at home and study for the upcoming exams.I HATE NYP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-8254516251729772204?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/8254516251729772204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=8254516251729772204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/8254516251729772204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/8254516251729772204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2010/08/longgggg-time-never-touched-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-4735230696586886147</id><published>2010-03-10T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T03:50:13.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Clinical just started last week, and it was hell, more worse than last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in orthopedic ward now, attending to those patients who went for surgery.They are like so fragile that i'm scared that i will hurt them further more.The clinical instructor told me if i hurt them further they might need to go for another surgery again.Oh my god la, so i can help them with their basic needs, food and hygiene.The patients there are fairly good, maybe they are from B1 class, higher class people.But, they don't really dare to let us attend to them, as we are only students.Even if they dare, they also scared scared.And the staff nurses there, they are even worse.They don't even trust us, only ask us to do sai kang, shit, urine and everything only know how to call us to settle for them.We are there to learn dressing, not there to learn how to serve bedpans.Irritating people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still got 7 more days, i can't stand it anymore ! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;With Love,&lt;br /&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-4735230696586886147?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/4735230696586886147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=4735230696586886147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/4735230696586886147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/4735230696586886147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2010/03/clinical-just-started-last-week-and-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-3848919720387407797</id><published>2010-02-10T08:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T08:23:31.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been over a month since i've written something here.Have been feeling so down over some matters and i really don't like the feeling.Luckily &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; has been so patient with me, i've survived through, and i'm fine now! Bubbly Desiree is back! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New is just round the corner! enAnd i can smell food already! Out of 365 days a year, i like the eve of chinese new year the most, not because of the food, but the feeling of a family eating and enjoying their meals together.We may not eat expensive food, but it's enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The semstral exams are coming, and i'm already starting to some sort prepare for it.These weeks would be busy for me, chinese new year, work and exams.All the presentations are over, and these two weeks would be our study week, so peepos! Want to go study together? Text me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Signing off, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-3848919720387407797?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/3848919720387407797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=3848919720387407797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/3848919720387407797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/3848919720387407797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-been-over-month-since-ive-written.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-1218087180834568592</id><published>2010-01-20T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T09:26:06.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I started it because of you, and yet i'm doing all these alone.I feel so lost.I only want you.Guessed that you will never know. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Desiree a.k.a Li Hia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-1218087180834568592?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/1218087180834568592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=1218087180834568592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/1218087180834568592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/1218087180834568592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-started-it-because-of-you-and-yet-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-7836802042414887876</id><published>2010-01-19T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T20:45:25.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so fucking depressed nowadays, and &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; has been the victim of my depression-ness.And i feel so fucking bad to always vent my anger out on &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; without giving &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; any warning, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is always left confused as to why the volcano erupted again. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just don't understand why i'm so emo nowadays, and i can't seem to really smile alot, and i always prefer to either keep quiet or scold somebody off, as to vent out the unhappiness inside.Don't really feel like going out also, rather stay at home, watch telly, play games, or even better, SLEEP.I don't even feel happy when i turn 20 years old.It doesn't really mean anything, not even freedom to go home late, or anything.It just means another year of old age and not anything else.The jealousy often burns in me that my friends can go out as and when they like and can go home anytime they want, but me, my phone always rings, and i can't go home late, or my phone will keep ringing.When will i ever get total freedom? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why are you treating me like that? It always bothers me that you can have what you want but i can't. WHY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Signing off, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Desiree a.k.a Li Hia   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-7836802042414887876?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/7836802042414887876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=7836802042414887876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/7836802042414887876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/7836802042414887876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-feel-so-fucking-depressed-nowadays.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-4530083494562303120</id><published>2010-01-05T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T08:46:51.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME ! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Officially 20 now.Hais.No longer a teenager anymore.No more "teen teen" behind when i tell ppl my age.Sadded.I don't want to grow old! :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On sunday, BP, Cyn, Feli, Bren and me went out to celebrate my birthday at Bugis.We went to for steamboat at the shop below Top 1 KTV.The food there not bad, but their meat sucks, especially the beef.It tastes like mutton, and the taste makes me feel so nauseous.Tsk.And bren finish half of the plate by herself.Brave Bren.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eye candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and Eke came after that, and we went to Iluma, wanted to play the Jubeat.Hard game, but fun.Had a great time with them.Although it's not as fun as the previous years, but it's enough.Better than NOTHING. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I stayed at home for like almost the whole day today.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eye candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; came to my house with my prezzie, a fish tank! Thanks dear dear ! :D After that was dinner with family, along with &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eye candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.After dinner him and i went to watch movie at AMK Hub.We watched Sherlock Holmes.And it sucked, seriously.The first time in my life i slept in the theatre.The movie was lengthy and full of words.Don't really understand what they were saying actually.And it's not i don't know how to watch okay! It's just too boring for me.Tsk tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And, last but not least, thanks for all the birthday wishes! Appreciated it! LOVES~~!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Signing Off, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-4530083494562303120?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/4530083494562303120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=4530083494562303120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/4530083494562303120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/4530083494562303120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-to-me-d-officially-20.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-8035764289974607263</id><published>2010-01-01T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T09:43:18.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(51,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE ! &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Have been letting this blog rot for so so long.Was so lazy to write everytime.Don't even really want to on my laptop much now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 has finally ended, loads of memories flashbacks like never-ending.All the laughters, tears, and quarellings shall be forgotten and this shall be a brand new year for all of us.Put all the unhappiness behind us and 2010 would be a better year. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to town with &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;eye candy&lt;/span&gt; yesterday, and pink came to find us also.Wasn't really keen to celebrate the new year with the crowds, as i'm afraid what happened at christmas happen again.Still having bits and pieces of trauma inside, and&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt; he &lt;/span&gt;hasn't recovered fully yet.So, ya.We went arcade to relax ourselves and went to JCube for lan.It feels kinda weird, playing lan on the eve of new year.Pink came to find us after that, and we went to bencoolen street for supper.Bought some instant noodles(the first instant noodles of the year,HAHA).Went to parklane after that, for lan AGAIN.No entertainment, so lan would be the best choice.Played till 6.30 in the morning and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new year resolution for the year? TO SCORE BETTER THAN LAST YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-8035764289974607263?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/8035764289974607263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=8035764289974607263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/8035764289974607263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/8035764289974607263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-everyone-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-7847163487115310383</id><published>2009-12-08T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T22:05:39.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In the school library now, rotting away.School ends at 12 but got a nursing lab theory test at 5.What a bother! Sucha long break and i practically do nothing in the research carrel.Blogging would keep me busy for a while though, but not very long.Gahhh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are like 5 of us in the room, Andy's sleeping and the other 3 are doing their presentation for tomorrow.Bored, bored and bored.Studied those that i ought to and revise till i'm quite good with.I got a good feeling about this, cause i've prepared this test like a few days ago.Late revisions always don't work, at least for me.So, good results, come to meee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my patient education presentation earlier this morning.Not really prepared for it, and i didn't really have much slides to talk about.And there's a picture of my messy room and Cindy could recognise it like almost instantly.OMG.She said so loudly and most of them could hear.My reputation is all gone.Sadded.I admit my room is a lil' messy, i can't help it okay! I can't find my stuffs when things are neat. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week would be my nusring lab skills test.Hope that the assessor would be Susan Loh, the other one always failed people.A few of my classmates under her failed and all under Susan Loh passed.I don't want to fail! I've failed once, although it's not this topic, the feeling wasn't good! Oh god oh god, please please, SUSAN LOH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-7847163487115310383?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/7847163487115310383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=7847163487115310383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/7847163487115310383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/7847163487115310383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-school-library-now-rotting-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-80338522623030831</id><published>2009-12-06T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T08:20:00.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm having pre-monday blues now, don't feel like going to school, not even a teeny weeny bit.Although things are picking up, i don't feel any warmth in school.Not any true friends which makes me look forward going to school.I feel like a soccer ball and will roll to anybody that lacks company.No more warmth hugs from friends and somebody to share my joy with.Feels just like a shell with no body inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody could hear the deep cries within my heart and i got nobody whom i could really talk to.How i wished time could turn back and be a kid again.With nothing to care about and just play with friends, loads of them.Skinned knees heal faster than a broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;br /&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-80338522623030831?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/80338522623030831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=80338522623030831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/80338522623030831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/80338522623030831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-having-pre-monday-blues-now-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-2068559377555891718</id><published>2009-12-04T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T10:54:15.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Has been letting this blog rot for wayyyy too long.Not that i have no time to write it, but nothing interesting to blog about.Who would want to read boring blog posts like what i did everyday, which is like almost the same thing every single day.NO LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm missing the times with my friends, no matter whether it's mac, nss, or sembawang primary friends, am missing each and every one of them.But i'm a boring person to be with, i really don't know where to ask them to and when to come out.It's either they are busy or i'm busy.Tsk.Could we like at least go out once in a month? I'm bored, seriously BORED.With school, then home, then the next morning school again.The same old thing repeat and repeats.Don't even feel like going out during weekends anymore, my mood just gone, vanished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the presentations and tests coming up, stress is starting to pile up on me.Just had my biology test last week and i got a C for that.Truly disappointing.I had an A before this.Quite a huge impact on me.Must really study hard and should stop skipping classes for beauty sleep. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Ryan today, for L4D2.Didn't thought of meeting him till yesterday he replied my wall post and called me after that.He has finished his NS and ORD is today(although i don't know what the hell is ORD).Before that went to watch The Twilight Saga New Moon with&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; eye candy&lt;/span&gt; while waiting for Ray to finish class.Went to watch at AMK Hub.Met up with Ryan and Ray at Raiders around 5pm like that.Ray left at 7 plus cause he had his driving class and Delia came to look for Ryan.Heard from him that she had already started school.So the four of us enjoyed the game.Were like so fed up playing Dark Carnival.Couldn't pass that chapter! ARGH.It's always so near, yet so far.Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so so sleepy right now, yet my mind's full of stuffs, and i don't know how to explain it.My head feels so heavy and i just want to sleep and not wake up forever. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Quote Of The Day : "Stop wasting your parents' money if you don't have the interest to study"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-2068559377555891718?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/2068559377555891718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=2068559377555891718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/2068559377555891718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/2068559377555891718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/12/has-been-letting-this-blog-rot-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-9136154231955267886</id><published>2009-11-17T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T11:19:18.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 5TH MONTH ANNIVERSARY TO DEAR DEAR ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to go Night Safari for our anniversary today, but Dad refused to give me money.Kinda disappointed, really was looking forward to go Night Safari.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt; wanted to pay for me, but i refused.So i went to meet &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; at yio chu kang mrt and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; bought cream puffs for me.But i forgot to take pictures of it! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to go play L4D instead, and i played 1 round of dota with &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; and other people online.Was like feeling so helpless and noob! Confusing and difficult game.My team members was like killing other people here and there, and i'm only walking around doing practically nothing, though i did killed someone, whose also spamming his skills on me, and we both died at the same time.LOL.And poor &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;eye candy &lt;/span&gt;was being blamed by them for not teaching how to play.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt; did actually, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;he &lt;/span&gt;wasn't getting angry at me, for being so noob.Thanks dear. &gt;.&lt; And we won that round! MY VIRGIN OWNAGE! Okay, sounds wrong. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; he&lt;/span&gt; sent me home and here i am blogging.Tired, gotta go sleep now, tomorrow school starts at 11.Ciaoz ~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-9136154231955267886?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/9136154231955267886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=9136154231955267886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/9136154231955267886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/9136154231955267886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-5th-month-anniversary-to-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-7228579072801265088</id><published>2009-11-15T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T11:07:52.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rainy season is here again, and I HATE IT.It always dampen my mood when it rains.Can't really go anywhere without bringing an umbrella along, which is so troublesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's weather looks fine so &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;eye candy&lt;/span&gt; and i went for fishing again! This time,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; he&lt;/span&gt; suggested to go Lower Seletar Reservoir.We reached there in the afternoon and it was sunny.Went to the rocks there and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; started to fix the hook to the rod.Then, a boat with three men wearing life jackets came, and they told us that we weren't supposed to fish there, we are supposed to go to the jetty there.Well, nobody told us.All along we always see people fishing at the rocks there when we take the mrt.Luckily they only took down our particulars and no fine.Phew ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walked all the way to the jetty(which is quite far) under the big sun.Fixed our stuffs and started fishing.Not much of luck today, sadded.The fishes took our bread and not biting the hook.SMART-ASS FISHES.I have to keep putting new bread.BORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it started to rain around evening time, HEAVY RAIN.We and the other people who were also there fishing went under the shelter and waited for the rain to stop.Then there's this ah lian, she was like shouting at a guy who came and look for her in the rain.They were quarrelling and the ah lian was so "ah lian".She grabbed him by his shirt and everybody was like staring at them.The guy gave her something in a bag and she just threw it in the water.At first the guy wanted to jump in the water and retrieve back the bag, but was stopped by his friends.His friends wanted to "fish" back the stuff but only got the bag, not the stuff in it.The guy looked so sad.Oh well, just his luck to like a ah lian.Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching the "show", we went to&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; his &lt;/span&gt;grandma house for dinner.Dreaded it, argh.After dinner&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; his&lt;/span&gt; grandpa sent us to Yio Chu Kang mrt, then walked all the way to Raiders for L4D.After that, HOME SWEET HOME. :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;br /&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-7228579072801265088?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/7228579072801265088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=7228579072801265088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/7228579072801265088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/7228579072801265088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/11/rainy-season-is-here-again-and-i-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-9201590936265200047</id><published>2009-11-08T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T09:22:05.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A sunny afternoon, perfect weather to go for some fishing. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Pierce Reservoir with &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eye candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; today.Actually wanted to go yesterday, but i woke up too late and it was quite late to go fishing, as it was in the afternoon.And i don't like the idea of fishing in the night.It will scare the craps out of me.Imagine some creepy stuffs just sneak up on you in the dark.Omg Omg.No thanks.Go far far away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early to prepare some sandwiches for us in case we got hungry halfway.Went for breakfast with Mummy and met&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at Yck mrt around 11 plus.BUT, SOMEBODY forgot to take the coolbox for bringing the fishes that we might fished and we have to walk aalll the way back to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; house and get it.AND THE WEATHER IS HOT.Sweating like don't know what when we finally got the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took bus to&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; friend's house cause&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; had to take back his rod from his friends, after that went to Thomson plaza for his breakfast cum lunch at KFC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached the place around 1 and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;spent quite a while trying to get the hook on the rod.The weather was weird, a while ago it was sunny, then all the clouds came, like it's gonna rain any moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;caught a fish and that was it for the whole afternoon.I did caught a fish, but that fish got away with my bread as the line broke.Tsk.The string was too weak for the fish.The second fish got away cause&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; didn't pull it back in time.Well well, at least we got a fish. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were loads of families there, sundays, family day, what do you expect.HAHA.A few groups of them caught this type of weird-looking yellow fish, didn't know what type it was, knew nothing about fish.One of them caught a turtle and a stingray, but they let it go back to the wild.Loads of kids were trying to catch small fishes and lobsters with their small little nets.I shall try it next time.HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fished till around 7 in the evening and went for dinner before &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; sent me home.Both of us were worn out and damn sticky as we were sweating non-stop for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going fishing again this coming weekend! Addicted to fishing now. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SvhLU7gPCrI/AAAAAAAAAgw/fiXIVP474xc/s1600-h/Desiree0159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402150575973272242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SvhLU7gPCrI/AAAAAAAAAgw/fiXIVP474xc/s320/Desiree0159.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SvhLUc-QAJI/AAAAAAAAAgo/T6nlIGxCxDY/s1600-h/Desiree0158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402150567777665170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SvhLUc-QAJI/AAAAAAAAAgo/T6nlIGxCxDY/s320/Desiree0158.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P/S : Didn't manage to get much peektures, i was busy catching fish.Will try to take some this weekend. :D &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-9201590936265200047?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/9201590936265200047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=9201590936265200047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/9201590936265200047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/9201590936265200047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/11/sunny-afternoon-perfect-weather-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SvhLU7gPCrI/AAAAAAAAAgw/fiXIVP474xc/s72-c/Desiree0159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-472861384003082314</id><published>2009-11-04T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T09:53:34.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After tossing and turning in bed for so long, finally decided to come and blog.Probably the nap in the afternoon made me feel so restless yet alert.Really shouldn't have naps in the afternoon. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school today for just one tutorial.It was so boring! I was totally clueless about what the lecturer was saying.She expects us to use the words that was exactly in her mind and was getting quite impatient with us when we didn't gave her the answer that she wanted.Who can read her mind sia! I didn't bother with her much, and everything was quite okay until Jayden was caught usng his phone.WTH.She got all so worked up and started to catch us wearing shorts and slippers.Getting caught was okay, but the worst thing was NOT EVERYONE was caught.She's blind.WTF. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home after that and bought some food for myself before catching a nap till around evening time.Dad came back home and cooked our dinner.Wanted to meet &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;eye candy&lt;/span&gt; but he's out with his friends.So i went to complete some of my undone homework which should be done a few days ago.Had a hard time with it.It was on health assessment and i need the book to guide me along.Since the book was out of stock, i could only get it next week.Meanwhile i could only get it done with the information i got on the internet.Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee gave me a surprised call while i was doing my work.I didn't expect him to contact me after so long.It came out to be that he did not recieve my message that i've changed my phone number and contacted me via my old number.We chatted on the phone for a while and i got to know that his wife just opened a beauty salon and he wanted me to go over and be his wife's model for some make-up thingy on next wednesday.Well, why not.Free make-up.HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really have to get some sleep now, class starts at 8 tomorrow.Ciaoz ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-472861384003082314?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/472861384003082314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=472861384003082314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/472861384003082314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/472861384003082314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/11/after-tossing-and-turning-in-bed-for-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-3996198074897691269</id><published>2009-10-31T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T10:17:03.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy birthday to Ray ! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to celebrate Ray's birthday at Powerhouse yesterday.Cause we didn't managed to go the last last week.Okay okay, i know somebody's gonna laugh at me again for making them go "hiking" that day.I'm sorry AGAIN! I really didn't know that most clubs don't open on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well, back to i was saying, Man Hong came to my house after her work, as i needa eat my dinner at home before i could go out, and Ray needs to go eat dinnr with his family first.So in the end we went out around 9 and met up with &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eye candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and Ray on the way.Ate some sushi and went to parklane to kill some zombies as it was too early to go yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played till around 12 and rushed back to Dohby Ghaut for the last train to Habourfront but were too late.Went to take cab but the queue was freaking long.Tsk. Waited around for like 20 minutes and cabbed down to habourfront, and of course, was paid by the birthday boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The club was almost full when we reach there, and they decorated the place with halloween decorations as on saturday it's HALLOWEEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had great fun there and the songs were awesome. That's why i looooveee Powerhouse. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's gonna start on monday, again.Boring ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-3996198074897691269?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/3996198074897691269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=3996198074897691269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/3996198074897691269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/3996198074897691269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-to-ray-went-to-celebrate.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-2395459453046788874</id><published>2009-10-28T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T07:30:03.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've made my blog open again, just so that those friends who doesn't have a blogger account can have a look at my blog.I know it's not some celebrities blog and it's not interesting but all are still free to come and have a look. :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'O' levels have started and good luck to steph taking her 'O's ! Remember what u owe me ah !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so longing for the holidays now, been damn lazy to go school.But holidays also meant that i have to go for clinical attachment.Bleh.It's fun but it's also tiring.Loads of stuffs to learn and it's worse when the hospital is so far away from my house.Have to get up damn early.Imagine my life as a staff nurse when i graduate.Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i still go back to mac at Funan? It's so confusing.Han spent so much effort to get me off the blacklist and i've been anticipating to go back.But the people there sucks, especially the managers.How come all the store i went to, the managers all sucks? They don't care about their people and only be nice when they need our help.What the hell.Hate these types of hypocrites.That time when i told them that i don't want to work during my attachment and the schedule manager's face all went black and said what han brought back a burden for her.I really can't work what! How can she expect me to work when i have to work at the hospital for almost like the whole week.I don't even have the time to blog and she asked mr to work.What a "good" manager she is.She smsed me yesterday, asking me to work at least 1 day every 2 weeks.Haven't replied her yet.Don't whether i should go back not. :((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-2395459453046788874?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/2395459453046788874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=2395459453046788874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/2395459453046788874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/2395459453046788874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/10/ive-made-my-blog-open-again-just-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-3115919356152526815</id><published>2009-10-26T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T21:07:00.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had been so lazy to blog recently, nothing new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School started 1 week ago, and till today it wasn't so bad.Got to mingle around and spent less time alone.Does it spell good or bad? Or was it sunshine before storm? Oh well oh well, let's see. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been more stress now also, with homework to do at home and more complicating modules, especially BIO SCIENCE.This alone could kill half of the 35 billion brain cells i have, leaving less than half for my other modules.Who says nursing is easy, and who says only dumbasses go to nursing.And now i have a new module, CUSTOMER SERVICE.WTH.My hands are for healing people can, not for servicing people. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my bio science lab teacher is an indian lady, and when she first came in the lab, i thought she was going to clear out the dustbin, but she started to meddle with the books and transparencies, then my friend told me it was the teacher.Omg.The way she dress was really like a cleaner.And she has this deep indian accent which make it hard to understand what she's actually saying.She sucks, seriously! i want back DENNIS CHUA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go off now for my class, ciaoz ~ :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO FIONA !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To that somebody whom might be reading this and she will know who she is, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's not that i'm being childish or what.I've been trying so hard to get rid of him out of my life as you know i used to be very dependent on him.I think i'm doing very well with my eye candy and i don't want him to come back and destroy everything and my effort would go down to the drain.Seeing him would only remind me of all the past memories and i don't want myself to be upset all over again.Please try to understand.Stop saying that i'm childish.I have the right to do whatever i want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-3115919356152526815?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/3115919356152526815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=3115919356152526815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/3115919356152526815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/3115919356152526815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/10/had-been-so-lazy-to-blog-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-9000402605404143712</id><published>2009-10-12T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T10:56:17.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally i've finished my 3 weeks of attachment.Tiring but fun.The last day was quite a busy day for me, the same old usual routine.Assisting old folks to bathe, giving them their breakfast and many other stuffs.Really felt bad inside, can't bear to leave the old folks there, especially my "mp4".When i left she was still calling out for me, asking me to give her her lunch(which i already fed her few hours ago).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take care old folks :( &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/StYMx008ldI/AAAAAAAAAgg/C_Xl6ba93c4/s1600-h/09102009027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392511653956589010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/StYMx008ldI/AAAAAAAAAgg/C_Xl6ba93c4/s320/09102009027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our group photo in ward 63C :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went clubbing with &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eye candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, Fiona, JM and Ray on sunday.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eye candy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and i went to Raiders to look for JM first, but turned out that he was at yishun, so we decided to play a round of L4D.JM came and we took a cab down to Bugis Village to look for Fiona.Ray was the last one to reach.Everybody was wearing black except Ray and me. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We trained down to Harbourfront, intended to go powerhouse, but it was closed.Sorta spoiled my mood a lil'. It was then decided that we go down to clarke quay to try our luck for attica.It was too late to take a train so cabbed down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attica was closed also.Great, why can't clubs open on sundays?! Felt like a super ah hai, caused them to come out in vain.Sorry peepos! i din know. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggested to walk down to boat quay for pubs but i went the wrong way, AGAIN.Argh.Everybody was so tired of walking.I'm really sorry! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Settled down for speed legend pub and had a great time with them, though Fiona looks a little sian.Tried to entertain her but don't know whether it works.HAHA. We played pool, sang some songs and went back home in cab after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will go clubbing some time, i promised, and it will be on a friday or saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/StYMxcVX98I/AAAAAAAAAgY/JVuGEsjCKrg/s1600-h/Photo0141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392511647381714882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/StYMxcVX98I/AAAAAAAAAgY/JVuGEsjCKrg/s320/Photo0141.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; cam-whoring in train on the way to AMK. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-9000402605404143712?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/9000402605404143712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=9000402605404143712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/9000402605404143712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/9000402605404143712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/10/finally-ive-finished-my-3-weeks-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/StYMx008ldI/AAAAAAAAAgg/C_Xl6ba93c4/s72-c/09102009027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-3232074342082110491</id><published>2009-10-03T11:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T12:19:08.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hasn't got the time to really update my rotting blog.Every day routine was the same, sleep, wake up, go work, come home eat and sleep and the cycle goes on.Boring! Boo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was in school, i wanted so much to go for attachment, but when now i'm doing my attachment, how i wanted so much to go back to school.What we study in school and what we do in real life was totally DIFFERENT.In school we are just dealing with mannequins(i don't know how to spell, so pardon me &gt;.&lt;) , but in the hospital, we are dealing with real human.Any mistake that we do, that's it, the person will just DIE.It sounded so scary just by hearing it.Can't stop my hand from trembling when i do those procedures like NGT.Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i went for my make-up day for the MC that i took for the last week.And, damn, it was so boring i tell u, as i'm the only student nurse in the whole ward.And not much stuffs for me to do also.What i did was only help those staff and enrolled nurses take whatever they need and stand by and do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya! Did i say about my new MP4? HAHA.It's actually an elderly patient in my room.Cause she's noisy, so i call her my MP4.Whenever i walk past her bed she will either call me auntie lah, xiao jie la, or missy lah.Irritating old auntie.She's 92 and she's strong.Yes, STRONG.Whenever we want to do some procedures on her she will always struggle, struggle, struggle.She will put up a strong fight.It takes a few of us to actually hold her down.She always hates the stuffs that either we put on her or wants to do to her.Examples like she don't like to be tied to the chair, don't like the drip that we set on her, and many many more.She just likes the way she wants it to, and if you don't do whatever she wants to, she will keep making noises till you surrender.I've finally learned how to ignore her rants.EVIL ME.AHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work today i went back home and rest for a while, then went to meet&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; eye candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; at chambers before we set off to boat quay for Felicia's birthday celebration.Although only a few of us went(Felicia, Bin Pei, Ah Ma, Cynthia, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eye candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and me), i still feel happy.Meeting my secondary friends always brighten my days. :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO FELICIA ! =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The celebration was planned by Bin pei and Cynthia.They booked this pub at boat quay called 7987 pub.Not bad the place, with pool table and karoke.Had an awesome time with them :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow would be my off day.Finally ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-3232074342082110491?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/3232074342082110491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=3232074342082110491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/3232074342082110491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/3232074342082110491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/10/hasnt-got-time-to-really-update-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-5410849857049773087</id><published>2009-09-27T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T02:48:09.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have been letting this blog rot for so long.I've started my attachment at SGH since the last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work there has been hectic, with all the elderly patients to take care of.Have to take care of their elimination needs, nutritional needs and all the other stuffs.Tiring myself out everyday with 7-3 shift and knocked out once i reached home.Seeing all the helpless patients, waiting for us to take care of them and being tortured by those horrible disease really pains my heart and i can't imagine that one day i would be like that.Just the thought itself horrifies me.Omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also seen the power of fillial piety during my one week there.There's this patient whose unable to take care of herself and her daughter was with her all day long.When i just reached there at 7 her daughter was already there.When i finished work at 3 her daughter hasn't leave and has never left her side.Was so touched by her and that drives me to work harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed at home for the whole day, was sick and don't feel like going out or doing anything.I miss &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eye candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, had a small quarell with&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and my phone hasn't been ringing since then.I don't want to be like that.I really don't want. =(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-5410849857049773087?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/5410849857049773087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=5410849857049773087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/5410849857049773087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/5410849857049773087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/09/have-been-letting-this-blog-rot-for-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-8036247855493569552</id><published>2009-09-19T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T12:42:07.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yup peepos, i've changed my blogskin again.Gotten sick of the white background and decided to revert back to my own blacky self.I spent like friggin' 2 hours on it as usual.The codes are so hard to read can! Why can't they have a simpler one ! Grr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Games Convention Asia with &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eye candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; yesterday at Suntec City Convention hall.I started to get very infatuated with games recently, don't know why also.Omg.I'm gonna become a geek soon! Noo ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well, had a great time there.Games like dota, dragonica, and many other unknown games that i've never heard of were exhibiting there.We even got free goodie bags when we log in to our IAH games account! The IAH games exhibition have stations for us to complete and we would win those small small items like notepads, post-it and many other stuffs.The best one was the blown-up stick from dragonica.I used that to spam&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! And &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; could not really retaliate back, cause&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; his&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hands were all full of stuffs! * claps claps* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to the Food Fair at the otehr hall, my favourite! But a lil' disappointing though, not much food for us to choose from, although it's called the "Food Fair", which i pressumed that that will be loads of my favourite food? NO.i'm so wrong! Sadded. My expectations were too high. =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for l4d after that at good speed then went home while &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; went to chambers to play overnight lan with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;his &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;friends.Had an awesome day. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SrUwHZ7gVTI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/cpADv9q2yVY/s1600-h/Desiree0139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383261833368982834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SrUwHZ7gVTI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/cpADv9q2yVY/s320/Desiree0139.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me with woodie, a cute monster from Dragonica.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SrUwGmu-w5I/AAAAAAAAAgI/iaMmBhLZdXc/s1600-h/Desiree0138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383261819626242962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SrUwGmu-w5I/AAAAAAAAAgI/iaMmBhLZdXc/s320/Desiree0138.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Woodie, cute and cuddly. =)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-8036247855493569552?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/8036247855493569552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=8036247855493569552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/8036247855493569552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/8036247855493569552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/09/yup-peepos-ive-changed-my-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SrUwHZ7gVTI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/cpADv9q2yVY/s72-c/Desiree0139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-9109951214069782436</id><published>2009-09-16T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T12:26:16.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I feel like breaking down,&lt;br /&gt;And i feel so out of place,&lt;br /&gt;Like somehow i just don't belong,&lt;br /&gt;And no one understands me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I locked myself in the room,&lt;br /&gt;With the radio turned up so loud so that no one hears me screaming.&lt;br /&gt;And you don't know what it's like,&lt;br /&gt;When nothing feels alright,&lt;br /&gt;No, you don't know what it's like to be like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel hurt,&lt;br /&gt;I feel lost,&lt;br /&gt;I feel like i've been pushed around.&lt;br /&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down, and no one there's to save me.&lt;br /&gt;No, you don't know what it's like to be me, to be in my position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of feeling so left out,&lt;br /&gt;And i'm sick of everybody else,&lt;br /&gt;With fake smiles and stupid attitude,&lt;br /&gt;While deep inside i'm bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think that i'm happy but i'm not gonna be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-9109951214069782436?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/9109951214069782436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=9109951214069782436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/9109951214069782436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/9109951214069782436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-feel-like-breaking-down-and-i-feel-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-1733090613934332593</id><published>2009-09-10T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:52:58.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I will be officially be back to Funan Macdonald's tomorrow! Wee ~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Will be there to help Fat Lim as his store really needs some help.Hearing from what Fen has told me, bad, really bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Nervous, been a long time since I've touched mac stuffs and hope I won't screw up tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Gotta sleep now, working at 12 tomorrow.Ciaozz ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-1733090613934332593?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/1733090613934332593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=1733090613934332593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/1733090613934332593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/1733090613934332593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-will-be-officially-be-back-to-funan.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-1517278398773185173</id><published>2009-09-07T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:47:35.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY ADVANCE  BIRTHDAY TO MY DARLING HUI FEN !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Couldn't really fall asleep after being awaken by Dad's everyday-non-stop ringing alarm, so I facebooked a while and went back to bed, trying to force myself to sleep as I needa meet Fen in the afternoon.Finally gave up and went back to my lappy, been so much addicted to facebook and audition.Bad thing. ZZZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;She came to my house and napped a liil' while while I continued to play audition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Dad came back around 4 plus and we went out for dinner at Ang Mo Kio.Didn't really ate much cause my tummy cramps so much that it actually affects my appetite.Sadded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;After that sent Dad back home and came back to Goodspeed for some zombie-killing.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eye candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was there with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;friends but they were dota-ing.Missed playing L4D with them, likes the feeling of owning them in such a short while.Oh well, who doesn't like winning? XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Fen wanted to go back to Funan to find her "Lodao" so we went there and I was tired actually. but seeing Fat Lim so happy upon seeing me makes me happy too, and able to wish her a happy birthday personally when the clock strikes 12.  :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Tomorrow will be meeting&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; eye candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, it's been a long time since we really spent time alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-1517278398773185173?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/1517278398773185173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=1517278398773185173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/1517278398773185173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/1517278398773185173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-advance-birthday-to-my-darling.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-718435046098484039</id><published>2009-09-05T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:35:12.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Today would be the last day I will get to see Pris till next year's feb, as she will be going for her 5 months attachment at USA, World's Disnet Disney Land.So shiok la! Guess that's the "kick" that you'll get when you study tourism. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicia have specially organized a farewell party for her.She booked a reservation at Pitstop cafe where we celebrated my birthday last year.Cool place, can get to play all the variety of games.If you don't know how to play, nevermind, the "shuai ge's" there will teach.Oops. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up at Yishun first, in the end only June, Cynthia, Bin Pei, Wendy, Janet, Yu wen and me met up at there and the rest met us at either Pitstop or The Central.They are never on time.HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost everybody turned up actually, except for Biru and Joanne.These 2 maciam business woman like that, hard to contact and as if they have disappeared into thin air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Pitstop, was dinner! It was so hard for us to decide a place to eat.Either budget was over or there was simply too many people.We finally decided on this Japanese restaurant called Boteyu or something like that, and I had Yakiniku Rice set.Food not bad, but a little expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priscilla had to leave early to pack her luggage so we all went back early.Took train home and eye candy came to send me home after his dota-ing session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bon Voyayge Priscilla! Must miss us okays ! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;P.S:  Peektures are all at FB =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-718435046098484039?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/718435046098484039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=718435046098484039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/718435046098484039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/718435046098484039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-would-be-last-day-i-will-get-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-173959097777574</id><published>2009-08-25T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T11:52:43.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BELOVED MUMMY ! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/Sp1qRjKBW7I/AAAAAAAAAgA/D3yiUeVHKtA/s1600-h/Desiree0114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376570379877833650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/Sp1qRjKBW7I/AAAAAAAAAgA/D3yiUeVHKtA/s320/Desiree0114.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't know how old she's turning this year, what a "good" daughter I am huh.HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;She was on off today, and after my exam she wanted to go to Bugis, so I met up with her after school and accompanied her.I'm sucha nice daughter.XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;She wanted to go to the hawker centre there but it was on renovation, a bit disappointed though.No choice, we only went to the Guanyin Temple there which is quite famous there, and got 2 amulets for my 2 darlings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;After that she wanted to go Admiralty for lunch, so we went there and she actually wanted to find her friends.Tsk tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Watching these 2 aunties chat were funny, gossiping like there's no tomorrow, imagine next time I'm like that too. =S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;After that we went home and I napped a liil', and around evening time my dad came back.And my auntie came too, Fen was the last to reach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;We went to Sin Ming Road there and had some seafood.Food there was nice, a liil' expensive though, although not I pay lah ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Had a enjoyable time with my family! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;P/S : For more peektures, go my facebook ! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-173959097777574?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/173959097777574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=173959097777574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/173959097777574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/173959097777574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/Sp1qRjKBW7I/AAAAAAAAAgA/D3yiUeVHKtA/s72-c/Desiree0114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-3605954997674564555</id><published>2009-08-19T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T12:44:36.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't been going to school cause exams are coming! But some sort I liked the idea of instead of going to school and do revision with the lecturers, staying at home and study seem to be a better choice for me.Not going to school means I don't have to face those boring people.Or rather, those people who finds me boring.Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having psychology test tomorrow, and I don't even know what the heck am I studying cause nothing goes in though.I don't understand why do nurses have to study psychology, it's not as if I'm gonna be a psychatrist.Or neither do I going to IMH and taking care of those mentally disordered people, no I won't.It will scare the wits outta me.XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Bishan with &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eye candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to collect &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;new specs.I simply can't stand &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; thick-framed specs.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; looks nerdy enough already, wearing that specs will simply stamped&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as the nerdiest person on earth.XD But I'm having fun with &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;specs though.Ooops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went to library and mugged for my up-coming test, although nothing goes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope the test would be easy tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/So2k9-bKdxI/AAAAAAAAAf4/e0MKTwsQoXQ/s1600-h/Photo0128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372131315158775570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/So2k9-bKdxI/AAAAAAAAAf4/e0MKTwsQoXQ/s320/Photo0128.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/So2k9D2mw5I/AAAAAAAAAfw/GEdp0fBkR0U/s1600-h/Photo0129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372131299436184466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/So2k9D2mw5I/AAAAAAAAAfw/GEdp0fBkR0U/s320/Photo0129.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/So2k8oUlIzI/AAAAAAAAAfo/hDGN2xdjiJI/s1600-h/Desiree0111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372131292045714226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/So2k8oUlIzI/AAAAAAAAAfo/hDGN2xdjiJI/s320/Desiree0111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;em&gt;      I did this out of boredom. :)))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-3605954997674564555?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/3605954997674564555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=3605954997674564555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/3605954997674564555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/3605954997674564555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/08/havent-been-going-to-school-cause-exams.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/So2k9-bKdxI/AAAAAAAAAf4/e0MKTwsQoXQ/s72-c/Photo0128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-4191196613122474134</id><published>2009-08-17T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T12:31:52.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's our 2nd month ! And&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; bought a mini black forest cake for the both of us.Were eating halfway at my house when my mum came back.She was quite surprised and luckily she didn't say anything much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't want things to be awkward so we went to a void deck to enjoy the cake.Were damn full after finishing all the cake by ourself.And only after we ate finish, we realised that we forgot to take the picture of the cake.We only took what's left of it.=[[[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we wanted to go to the gaming exibition at Suntec City, but it was quite late and we were supposed to go &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; grandma house for dinner cause his mum is out of town.Decided to go there first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;His &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;grandma lived in a terrace house.Very roomy.And spacious porch for people to chill there.How nice if I were to stay there.XD He wanted to wait for &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; sister to come, so we went to play badminton at somewhere near the porch? I don't know how to describe.HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we finished the meal it was quite late though, around 7 plus.By the time we go Suntec it will be late.And, the same old thing, zombie-killing AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took bus to Raiders, and played till 11 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/So2hkoKkCMI/AAAAAAAAAfg/G2y-bGh5KR0/s1600-h/Desiree0104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372127581151955138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/So2hkoKkCMI/AAAAAAAAAfg/G2y-bGh5KR0/s320/Desiree0104.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-4191196613122474134?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/4191196613122474134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=4191196613122474134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/4191196613122474134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/4191196613122474134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/08/todays-our-2nd-month-and-he-bought-mini.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/So2hkoKkCMI/AAAAAAAAAfg/G2y-bGh5KR0/s72-c/Desiree0104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-8765235473404050770</id><published>2009-08-15T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T12:57:31.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The nightmare came true today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS RAINING.AND IT LASTED FOR ALMOST HALF A DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it always raining whenever I wanted to go for a swim or sun tanning? ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it won't rain tomorrow.Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch the movie "Up" with eye candy today at AMK Hub.And it was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;treat.Thanks &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man was so cute and he got so irritated by the lil' boy but in the end he still made good friends with him.You guys should go watch it! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370280165786662258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SocRW5oKNXI/AAAAAAAAAfA/MSFjKG3FyzA/s320/up-pixar_l%3D%3D%3D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went for some zombie-killing at Raiders, played with some noobs.They got killed as soon as they got out of the safe house.Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Pink tomorrow, hope she don't piss &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eye candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; off.Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to sleep now~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, please please, DON'T RAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-8765235473404050770?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/8765235473404050770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=8765235473404050770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/8765235473404050770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/8765235473404050770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/08/nightmare-came-true-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SocRW5oKNXI/AAAAAAAAAfA/MSFjKG3FyzA/s72-c/up-pixar_l%3D%3D%3D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-1963666179351356566</id><published>2009-08-14T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T10:07:54.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've rebonded my hair! Yay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SoWYKlUqXfI/AAAAAAAAAew/uS4AEOAL7tc/s1600-h/Photo0108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369865438294072818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SoWYKlUqXfI/AAAAAAAAAew/uS4AEOAL7tc/s320/Photo0108.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's me with&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; specs. :)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SoWYKNf-tjI/AAAAAAAAAeo/JbzHf0q5j2M/s1600-h/Desiree0100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369865431899092530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SoWYKNf-tjI/AAAAAAAAAeo/JbzHf0q5j2M/s320/Desiree0100.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haven't been doing much recently, that's why this blog has been rotting for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to cycle and played badminton with &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eye candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and Cai Xia yesterday.My skills dropped samn much, and I feel so lousy now.Should play more now huh, cut down on my fats.HAHA! We went cycling around Sembawang.Tiring but fun.And maybe it's too long that I went for exercise, my muscles in my legs are hurting loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go swimming with &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; tomorrow! Please don't rain =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-1963666179351356566?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/1963666179351356566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=1963666179351356566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/1963666179351356566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/1963666179351356566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-rebonded-my-hair-yay-thats-me-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SoWYKlUqXfI/AAAAAAAAAew/uS4AEOAL7tc/s72-c/Photo0108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-3910313195427619819</id><published>2009-08-09T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T11:11:53.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday to you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday to you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday to Singapore, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday to you ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay, that's lame.XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 11 today, and sorta late for the outing with &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and family.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;His&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; mum treated me to watch G.I Joe at Great World City.Gold class.Woots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was kinda late so &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;mum drove to YCK mrt station and picked me up from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Vivo City, and searched around for the hall and found out that we went to the wrong place, should be at Great World City.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;His &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mum went all panicky and quickly drove us there.Were late for 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gold class theatres are damn shiok can! The seats are like massage chairs and damn comfortable.Got blanket for us somemore, in case some people they didn't bring jackets.There's suppose to be a button where you can press and the people will come in and take your order.But we didn't managed to find.Sadded.Quite a waste actually.The movie was quite nice, although there's loads of bombing scenes.Bomb here bomb there.Omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went to work.Don't feel like working there anymore.Things just get boring when you keep doing the same old things everyday and they don't wanna teach me new things.Boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't managed to catch a glimpse of the fireworks this year! And the National Day Parade! Was working.NDP used to be my favourite and a must-watch every year. =((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow would be my last day working there.Not going to stay there anymore.Hope that B***H will let me go back to Mac and help Kok Han.Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-3910313195427619819?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/3910313195427619819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=3910313195427619819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/3910313195427619819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/3910313195427619819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-to-you-happy-birthday-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-8287711576256702228</id><published>2009-08-08T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T11:39:41.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have been letting this blog rot for wayyyyy too loonggggg.Cobwebs forming here and there.XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, have decided to make my blog private, as I don't want uninvited people to read my blog.Weird people leaving tags on my tagboard(the one who left u should know it's who la huh, like DUH !).And most importantly I don't want those IDIOTS from 0914 in HERE.THEY ARE SO FUCKINGLY NOT INVITED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've broken my links away from them, to save myself from heartaches and awkwardness(correct spelling not ah?).They are so irritatingly stupid and always think that they are correct.But it's true that sometimes they might be correct but most of the time they are not.And the worst part is they don't listen to other people's comment or views.They do accordingly to what they want.Luckily my mentor wants to change our groups after we come back from the school holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YA ! School holidays are coming ! WOOHOO ! But I have to go hospital attachment for 3 weeks, with one of the idiots.Same hospital, same ward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GREAT.I HAD TO SEE HER STILL.WTH. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not being the bad guy here trying to frame or condemn them in any way but that is really how they behave! And I know they also spammed me in their blogs so why not I will do the same too? =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wished time would fly pass quickly and be gone with poly lives.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HATE SCHOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-8287711576256702228?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/8287711576256702228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=8287711576256702228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/8287711576256702228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/8287711576256702228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/08/have-been-letting-this-blog-rot-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-1480830946372623088</id><published>2009-07-26T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T11:03:07.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went for Aisah's wedding today, along with Qal, Fiona, Yani, Noreen and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eye candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.The wedding was held at Whampoa multi-purpose hall.Wasn't a hard place to find though, THANKS TO QAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362824013313093618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SmyUBtJ2L_I/AAAAAAAAAeY/knJRBJ_Ne5M/s320/Desiree0058.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362824006032990194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SmyUBSCIn_I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lr8Xk366WyQ/s320/Desiree0050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362824014644261890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SmyUByHONAI/AAAAAAAAAeg/tWZ0GSTp-NA/s320/Starry0328.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding was actually quite simple, totally different from a chinese wedding, which was held at hotels.We saw Aisah first, escorted out by one of her malay relatives who seem like her nanny for the day, helping her tidy her baju kurung whenever it's messy or touching up her make-up.Her make-up was so thick that it seems like it's gonna break like a cake anytime soon if she grins from ear to ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the food there tastes not bad, I still don't really like it.Maybe it just don't suit me.Took a lil' food, and took me ages to finish it.While I was eating, the long-awaited groom finally came.Went up to take a photo with them left the wedding event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to town and window-shopped abit.Yani went home first cause she feels super uncomfortable wearing that baju kurung of hers and we met her at Plaza Sing.Saw B***H and Black Ghost.Still as fake as ever. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to find Nazri since he's working.Sat at the stairs near Tanjong Pagar and chit-chatted.Irritating Nazri kept on disturbing Fiona and the rest of us were laughing our asses out! Damn funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, how I missed those days back then, where jokes and fun never leaves.With them around, life just rocks.But it will never come true again. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went home soon after and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eye candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and me went to AMK Central to have our dinner and played L4D at Raiders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at 11, bathed and here I am blogging.There's presentation tomorrow and I'm nervous! Cause I don't really know what to talk.Pray hard for me.  &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : For more peektures, check out my facebook ! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-1480830946372623088?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/1480830946372623088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=1480830946372623088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/1480830946372623088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/1480830946372623088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/07/went-for-aisahs-wedding-today-along.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SmyUBtJ2L_I/AAAAAAAAAeY/knJRBJ_Ne5M/s72-c/Desiree0058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-7540821186303589887</id><published>2009-07-23T08:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T08:21:48.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life is screwed up badly right now, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with problems here and there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter how much effort I put in, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it doesn't seem to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not like that, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not being myself right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why do things turn out the way I don't expect it to? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't push things so hard for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Being the oldest doesn't mean I can handle things in an amiable way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't you just love me for who I am and accept me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-7540821186303589887?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/7540821186303589887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=7540821186303589887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/7540821186303589887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/7540821186303589887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-is-screwed-up-badly-right-now-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-4510671518171215649</id><published>2009-07-19T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T11:27:52.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haven't officially started mugging for bio practical exams yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh gosh, I'm so gonna fail it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Things ain't getting better, or should I say from bad to worst? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spamming each other like nobody's business and act as if nothing happened?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, stop being a hypocrite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just admit it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-4510671518171215649?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/4510671518171215649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=4510671518171215649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/4510671518171215649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/4510671518171215649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/07/havent-officially-started-mugging-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-8408616611549758525</id><published>2009-07-17T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T11:01:13.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is our 1st month anniversary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was late for school today again. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a good girl today, went for every of my lesson and didn't skipped any. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eye candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; came to school and accompanied throughout my 3 lectures today, it must have bored him out.Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went to Plaza Sing to collect the "present" he wanted to give me for our first month.So waited at Mac while he went to collect cause I'm not allowed to go with him.Chatted with Shah and Tian Hong.Long time din' see them, missed working with them. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bought a heart-shaped brownie from E.Posh Brownies ! And it's so pretty that I din' bear to eat it at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SmC4lRcb4cI/AAAAAAAAAeI/4dnrNrT08_8/s1600-h/Desiree0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359486507048231362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SmC4lRcb4cI/AAAAAAAAAeI/4dnrNrT08_8/s320/Desiree0008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave him a handphone strap from Gift A Name, and that's him trying to fix it on his phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SmC4k0nJARI/AAAAAAAAAeA/3aBQmDR5Kuc/s1600-h/Desiree0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359486499308503314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SmC4k0nJARI/AAAAAAAAAeA/3aBQmDR5Kuc/s320/Desiree0009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SmC4IX6yRwI/AAAAAAAAAd4/F4t9RWCQEtk/s1600-h/Desiree0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359486010569934594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SmC4IX6yRwI/AAAAAAAAAd4/F4t9RWCQEtk/s320/Desiree0011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SmC4IJ7J9vI/AAAAAAAAAdw/GYl0xkW8hSU/s1600-h/Desiree0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359486006813390578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SmC4IJ7J9vI/AAAAAAAAAdw/GYl0xkW8hSU/s320/Desiree0012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Went to watch Ice Age at Great World City, one of my favourite cartoons ever.Damn funny.Those who haven't watch must go watch it kays! I love Sid! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie ends around 8.30pm and I recieved a msg from Fenn, saying that she finishes work already, but I din' manage to reply her on time so went to meet her at Funan instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met Kok Han too, and chit-chatted a while, and had our dinner there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They keep ganging up on me! Always the topic of their entertainment. =[&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that Fenn wanted to meet up with her Aussie friends at Boat Quay so accompanied her there.But it turns out that her friends were at Clark Quay, just at the Bungy Bar.Wth.Made us walked a big big round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A while after we went back home, as there would be no more transport for us to go home if it's later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reached home around 12 plus and here I am blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna sleep now, damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SmC4HrUO4mI/AAAAAAAAAdo/8OSI8kkPIng/s1600-h/Desiree0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359485998597071458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SmC4HrUO4mI/AAAAAAAAAdo/8OSI8kkPIng/s320/Desiree0017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SmC4HWNqy9I/AAAAAAAAAdg/k360oIQDmS4/s1600-h/Desiree0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359485992932395986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SmC4HWNqy9I/AAAAAAAAAdg/k360oIQDmS4/s320/Desiree0020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;My 2 Darlings =]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy One Month Dar !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-8408616611549758525?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/8408616611549758525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=8408616611549758525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/8408616611549758525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/8408616611549758525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-is-our-1st-month-anniversary-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SmC4lRcb4cI/AAAAAAAAAeI/4dnrNrT08_8/s72-c/Desiree0008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-1663968134852663243</id><published>2009-07-15T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T08:00:02.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up late today, missing my psychology tutorial at 9am.Supposed to wake up at 7.30am to have breakfast with Mummy and I woke up at 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itsn't my fault kays! Blame my 5610! The time was 1 and 1/2 hours late and when I woke up, it showed 7.30am. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had breakfast nevertheless and off I go to school, taking my own sweet time, since I was early anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached LTJ-2 and saw Cindy outside.After that Hui Ning and Zhao Yue came.Cindy and Hui Ning want to get something for Zhao Yue's birthday so they were not attending.As usual, Zhao Yue went for the lecture and I went to look for Fenn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for her to wash up and chit-chatted at the void deck under her.After that accompanied her back home to get herself prepared for work at 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached home around 2 plus and waited for Dad to have dinner with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, also,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday to Cai Xia and Fat !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-1663968134852663243?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/1663968134852663243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=1663968134852663243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/1663968134852663243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/1663968134852663243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-woke-up-late-today-missing-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-1056499214788717607</id><published>2009-07-14T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T07:42:49.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally I got the phone I wanted for so long! Waited a long long time for this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/Sl3pbYz5KkI/AAAAAAAAAcg/WtNBaxUwqRc/s1600-h/F480-15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358695788366604866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/Sl3pbYz5KkI/AAAAAAAAAcg/WtNBaxUwqRc/s320/F480-15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/Sl3pbefpgcI/AAAAAAAAAcY/ZMeBhdtCwKs/s1600-h/F480-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358695789892305346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/Sl3pbefpgcI/AAAAAAAAAcY/ZMeBhdtCwKs/s320/F480-13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/Sl3pbDv6VcI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/h-30uija5Nw/s1600-h/F480-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358695782712759746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/Sl3pbDv6VcI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/h-30uija5Nw/s320/F480-11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Unfortunately, I wanted pink to spite Cindy(hehe, cindy, you lucky I can't find pink! ahahaha.Joking kays!).But there's not much production for this model anymore so eye candy and I went around searching for it.Went to Yishun, Bishan, and Plaza Sing.But to no avail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Called up Toa Payoh and found it! But it's in gold.Still looks cool anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One word, LOVE IT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya ya, thanks to eye candy, who spend his time just to accompany me to find it.Thanks darling! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, not forgetting, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Happy Birthday to Pink and Biru !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-1056499214788717607?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/1056499214788717607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=1056499214788717607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/1056499214788717607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/1056499214788717607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally-i-got-phone-i-wanted-for-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/Sl3pbYz5KkI/AAAAAAAAAcg/WtNBaxUwqRc/s72-c/F480-15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-7620341009811905148</id><published>2009-07-13T09:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T09:38:35.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The first time in my life that I took the wrong train for 2 times, 2 TIMES! WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to work today, then I helped Mdm to go AMK to take kueh from the other outlet.The kueh were damn heavy, and I'm msging &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eye candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; on the way.After I took the kuehs, I boarded the train.Maybe I was too busy msging &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eye candy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;and the heavy kuehs were making me feel so pissed off, I didn't realise that I boarded the wrong side. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Next stop, Bishan".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kays, nevermind.I alighted the train and took the lift to change to the Jurong East via Woodlands platform.Took the lift, went up and down with the load I'm carrying, and the train came quite fast though, cause it's peak hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happily msging &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eye candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and I saw the train were in tunnels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Next stop, Braddell"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT.Took the wrong side again. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took about half and hour to go back to store.They were wondering how come I took so long to travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a "busy" day.Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-7620341009811905148?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/7620341009811905148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=7620341009811905148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/7620341009811905148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/7620341009811905148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-time-in-my-life-that-i-took-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-1989685171601549320</id><published>2009-07-11T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T10:39:50.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up at 2 plus today, still feeling sleepy after 11 hours of sleep.Feels like no amount of sleep will ever satisfy my sleep.No matter how much I sleep, I will still feel sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate my lunch at home and re-watch Fanatstic Four on mio tv.The mio tv seems not to like me.It always got hanged, but when my Dad watches it, it doesn't! Or when my Dad is enjoying his show and I sat down to watch with him, it hanged, after I sat down.Irritating mio tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after I went to bathe,&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; eye candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; came over after his dota-session with his friends.Waited for me while I get prepared for work.Went out around 4 plus and I was late for work.XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached Yishun and about to get on the escalator, there's this young woman trying to get in the train while the door closes, you know what she did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She used her bag to prevent the door from closing! OMG la! Her bag caused the train door to get stuck and cannot close.So the train captain got no choice but to open the door again.So typical of her la! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eye candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and me were laughing like hell when we saw that! LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was still okay till now, staffs there treating me good and were quite friendly, fun to work with.I still could not really remember the plu codes for some of the cakes there.Aarrgghh, totally CMI for people like me to have no sensitivity for numbers at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eye candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; came to fetch me after work.And he bought a ballon sculpture for me! Thanks dear ! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SljJ5nHH34I/AAAAAAAAAcI/zxvnOfax-BI/s1600-h/Desiiree_021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357253748345790338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SljJ5nHH34I/AAAAAAAAAcI/zxvnOfax-BI/s320/Desiiree_021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After that he accompanied me to have my dinner at the coffeeshop under my block as I didn't have my dinner during work, wasn't feeling hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be going for the Beautiful Sunday concert at esplanade by NYPCO.Hope I can get seats! =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-1989685171601549320?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/1989685171601549320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=1989685171601549320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/1989685171601549320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/1989685171601549320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/07/woke-up-at-2-plus-today-still-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SljJ5nHH34I/AAAAAAAAAcI/zxvnOfax-BI/s72-c/Desiiree_021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-1155401933242898819</id><published>2009-07-10T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T09:53:13.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was almost late for school today! Got Nursing lab test at 8 and I woke up at 7.But when I reach there, I still needa wait for my turn cause Ahmad and Andy's still inside.So Jin Jia, Dipa, Xiang Rong and me was like chatting and browsing through the assessment again.Xiang Rong was so nervous about the test cause she heard quite alot of people from other groups failed.Hearing this made me more nervous.I don't wanna fail and retake again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I still managed to pass! So 3 cheers for myself! Hip Hip Hurray! (x3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went to Northpoint to find Daddy and Mummy for breakfast and they are bringing me for my Hepatitis B jab.Had breakfast at 925 and headed to Yishun Polyclinic after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw quite a lot people wearing masks outside the clinic.And Daddy walked a big round just to avoid the crowd.As if the virus won't be air-borne.Silly Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went up to the clinic at level 3.While waiting for mt turn to go in, Dad suggested that I take a pamphlet on weight control on the shelves.Tsk tsk. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse injected the jab for me and it hurts, can feel the numbness flowing through my arm and I hate that feeling.I hate jabs! Aarrgghh, gotta go back for the 2nd and 3rd dose.OMG.I'm gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my jab, I took the lift down and I saw a few old folks in wheelchairs looking so helpless.And there's an old folk with the nasogastric tube! Imagine I have to feed him.I think I will kill him. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eye candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; came and we went to chambers to meet his friends there.I played a while and went to school for lecture after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat beside Xiang Rong and we chatted through the lecture, but we still got listen to it kays! The lecture today too chimiology, I don't really can memorise the names of the muscles though.I could only tell where is it.Omg.I think I'm gonna fail my practical test.Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home and took a nap till 8 plus, ate my dinner and here am I blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya oh ya, I just recieved the invitation letter to go to Aisha's wedding! Excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-1155401933242898819?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/1155401933242898819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=1155401933242898819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/1155401933242898819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/1155401933242898819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-was-almost-late-for-school-today-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-2291488238553148731</id><published>2009-07-09T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T08:28:53.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm gonna have Nursing Lab test tomorrow.Trying not to flunk it, cause I've predicted that I might flunk my theory test.So peepos, pray for me.Pray~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only attended 1 and 1/2 hours of school today, as I got totally no mood for school after some ridiculous thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in dilemma all this while, trying to figure out what the hell went wrong and how things could ended up from bad to worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to spend time alone, although I rather do that to face you, I just want us back, like how we used to be.What is happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting to know a few of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eye candy's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; friends recently, a bunch of funny people they are.So many endless jokes that they have each day really reminds me of the times I used to spend in Mac and NSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want some truths, not lies and comforting words that may only last for a few days and let me know that hopes are still there.Tell me that you will always be with me and no matter what comes along you will be there for me.Don't make me think that all are fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-2291488238553148731?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/2291488238553148731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=2291488238553148731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/2291488238553148731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/2291488238553148731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-gonna-have-nursing-lab-test-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-254771378762805373</id><published>2009-07-06T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T05:54:11.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Although school only lasts for like 2 hours today, I do still feel the tiredness in me.Not enough sleep the night before? Or it's the fatigue in me that's wearing me out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's relieving to hear that someone actually do feel the same way as me.At least I'm not the last one standing and there's somebdy there who could really listened.Whether it's true or not, I still chose to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a freaking colour line at the bottom of my laptop screen.It's getting irritating as it keeps changing light and distracting too.Shall go to Funan to get it fixed soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assessment for NGT will be on friday, and hope that I'll pass on the first time and no more repeats for me! Wish me luck.Oh ya, and there's Psychology presentation on Wednesday and more coming.Hais, when will presentations ever stop? I wanna go back to secondary school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long day tomorrow, feeling so sleepy now.Yawns.Nights peepos.* drops in deep deep sleep *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-254771378762805373?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/254771378762805373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=254771378762805373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/254771378762805373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/254771378762805373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/07/although-school-only-lasts-for-like-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-5240616058535232804</id><published>2009-07-05T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T05:47:24.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As the clock strikes 12, it marks the end of pleasure and enjoyment, which torture starts.School's starting tomorrow! Omg. Gotta wake up damn early everyday again, and loads of undone assignments, presentations and project works.And exams are coming soon too! Aarrgghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 2.30pm today.Was feeling sleepy though I slept quite alot the night before.Went to eat some yummy yummy and watched some television programmes before I drag myself to bathe and go to work.Mdm called me and asked me what time I was working, and I said 5? Then she said I'm actually working at 4! Omg. I didn't check the schedule properly! Quickly rushed to work and everything went well.Thank goodness. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eye candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; came to fetch me as usual, asked him not to come, as he's also starting school the next day.But he still came. :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home around 11 and watched television again, and wrote my timetable for the week and facebooked a lil'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started to get addicted to Vampire Wars.Although it's the same as Mafia Wars, I still love playing with it.And the Friend's Chain Rxn thingy is driving me crazy, with the irritating sound effects. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta sleep now, and prepare for school tomorrow. Boo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-5240616058535232804?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/5240616058535232804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=5240616058535232804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/5240616058535232804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/5240616058535232804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-clock-strikes-12-it-marks-end-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-1497308197153540401</id><published>2009-07-01T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T10:20:55.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from work.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eye candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; came to fetch me and he gave me a surprise....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353540104149407394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SkuYXEaiFqI/AAAAAAAAAcA/NPXGIrVEaEU/s320/Desiiree_020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He still remembers I like blue roses! OMG.My heart's melting! Thanks Dar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's starting in less then a week's time.Oh gosh.Time really passes fast when you are enjoying.I don't want school to start! Grr... Have to spend time alone again.Boo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-1497308197153540401?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/1497308197153540401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=1497308197153540401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/1497308197153540401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/1497308197153540401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-came-back-from-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SkuYXEaiFqI/AAAAAAAAAcA/NPXGIrVEaEU/s72-c/Desiiree_020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-1781130275521126037</id><published>2009-06-27T12:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T12:54:10.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time now is 3.40AM.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eye candy's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; gonna kill me if he saw this post as I promised him to sleep after I finished my facebook note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 4.15pm today.And it's been a long time I slept till so late.Guessed I'm really tired.Prepared for work and I was late.It wasn't on purpose! I really couldn't wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learned a new thing today, which is taking advance orders for cakes. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this customer who ordered a huge birthday cake for their son and it costs 80 bucks.Our store has a promotion is that when customers make purchases more than 30 bucks they get a free mini cake.They wanted to give a deposit of 40 bucks and we kindly asked them whether they wanted to make a full payment so that they could get a free mini cake.But they were like, "But we are paying 40 bucks now? Shouldn't we get a free cake?" Tried explaining to them and they said they couldn't understand and the husband even raised his voice.What a pair of idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or what I call TYPICAL SINGAPOREANS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite pissed off with them.But eye candy came to fetch me after work melted me.Aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History almost repeated itself again.I LEFT MY 5610 IN THE TOILET.Oh gosh.Reached till the MRT station do I realised that my phone's not with me.So poor &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eye candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ran all the way back to Northpoint with me and luckily there's not much people on the toilet at that time.Dumb dumb me.My heart almost fell out.Boo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad's gonna kill me if I lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's gonna start in a week's time and I still haven't start on that 1000 word essay.I seriously don't know how to do it.Boo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just what wrong did I do to deserve all this? Why am I treated this way?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-1781130275521126037?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/1781130275521126037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=1781130275521126037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/1781130275521126037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/1781130275521126037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-now-is-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-3949390622269721603</id><published>2009-06-25T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T11:51:47.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went out with&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;eye candy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; today, just to accompany him to cut his birdnest-like hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went all the way to Far East Plaza, just to find out that the shop has already closed down and replaced by other shop.Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked him to cut at Pointer's Salon instead.Nice haircut he got now, better than his "birdnest".Wakaka ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Wheelock place and accidentally found this shop called The Chocolate Research Facility.They sell only chocolates made by themselves and wrap in pretty colourful boxes.They even have limited editions for the flavours and it's so cool! It has been advertised in television programmes before.Wanted to walk in and have a better look, but they seems to be just moved in and not opened for business yet.Boo ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall go back and buy again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the new shopping mall opposite Centrepoint.It's boring over there! And the air-con there is like no need electricity! So cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Plaza Sing for lunch and walked aimlessly around, wondering where to go after lunch.Well, finally decided to go Funan to look for Kok Han.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, Kok Han wanted to ask me back to Funan's Mac to help him balance the ratio of foreigners(which is mainly cina people) to locals.But Fen told me that I'm blacklisted! Stupid B***H!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a small talk with Kok Han and he said he will help me talk to B***H and allow me to transfer to Funan.So another war will begin now.Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that bused to AMK, meeting up with Pink and Fenn for L4D.Supposed to meet at 7, but all of us were late.Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351328947066648130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SkO9UyYsNkI/AAAAAAAAAb4/6qenqrB1eAs/s320/Desiiree_017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cam-whore abit in the lift at Raiders.First picture! =D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fenn came later so while waiting for her, we finished No Mercy campaign, with only me survived.Poor &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eye candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; got thrown out from the building for the first tank.Pink got "sacrificed" and the other person, I don't even know she's already dead.So I'm the only survivor! Woots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fenn came later and we played advanced Dead Air.And, we got disconnected at the last map.Damn pissed off la can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eye candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, it's not your fault, don't worry. :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played till like 11 plus and while we were paying, Fenn saw Ryan, Delia and Kar Wai at Raiders too! Such a coincidence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back home after that.Tiring day. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ'&lt;br /&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-3949390622269721603?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/3949390622269721603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=3949390622269721603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/3949390622269721603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/3949390622269721603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/06/went-out-with-eye-candy-today-just-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SkO9UyYsNkI/AAAAAAAAAb4/6qenqrB1eAs/s72-c/Desiiree_017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-873377901367944471</id><published>2009-06-23T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T10:43:14.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tagged by Fenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) The person who asked me to do. Aw Hui Fen&lt;br /&gt;2.) Your relationship with him or her. BFFs ! =D&lt;br /&gt;3.) Your first impression on him/her . Loud? Irritating? Keeps nagging on me on my lobby!&lt;br /&gt;4.) Your most memorable moment with him/her? When I need her she's always there =D&lt;br /&gt;5.) The most memorable thing you said to him/her? o.0? I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;6.) If him/her becomes your lover? Only happens the day she becomes a lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;7.) If him/her becomes your lover , what would you like him/her to improve on? Rubbish!&lt;br /&gt;8.) If him/her becomes your enemy , what will you do? Kill her! (Nahs~ just kidding la! try to thrash things out)&lt;br /&gt;9.) If him/her becomes your enemy , what will be the reason? It will always be other party who triggers off.&lt;br /&gt;10.) The most desired thing you want to do for her/him now are: Secret !&lt;br /&gt;11.) Your overall impression on her/him: Loyal, lamo.&lt;br /&gt;12.) The characteristic you love most about yourself: Loads of compassions and likes to joke around!&lt;br /&gt;13.) The characteristic you hate most about yourself: My laziness. =S&lt;br /&gt;14.) The most ideal person you want to be is: IDK. whoever is my future my husband?&lt;br /&gt;15.) For people that care and like you, say something to them: Please don't give up on me when I piss you guys off. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;16.) Pass this quiz to 5 people who you want to know how they feel about you:&lt;br /&gt;1) Fenn&lt;br /&gt;2) Wesley&lt;br /&gt;3) Fiona&lt;br /&gt;4) Ryan&lt;br /&gt;5) Yani&lt;br /&gt;6) Stephanie&lt;br /&gt;7) Sharon Yap&lt;br /&gt;8) Cynthia&lt;br /&gt;9) Felicia&lt;br /&gt;10) Priscilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.) Who is 6 having a relationship with? I dunno? Didn't heard of any.&lt;br /&gt;18.) Is 9 a male or female ? Female&lt;br /&gt;19.) If 7 and 10 were together, would it be a good thing? They don't know each other !&lt;br /&gt;20.) What is 2 studying at the moment ? Sort of IT stuffs which I don't know how to say it though.&lt;br /&gt;21.) When was the last time you had a chat with 3 ? Think was the night before, was teasing her in msn.&lt;br /&gt;22.) What kind of music does 8 like ? Chinese songs are always her preferences if she hasn't changed.&lt;br /&gt;23.) Does 1 have any siblings ? Yeah, she has a younger sister whom she always bully ! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;24.) Will you woo number 3? Nahs~ Not my type.Too "flat". Kays, i'm not a lesbo.&lt;br /&gt;25.) How about 7 ? NO. She's too "healthy". oops XD&lt;br /&gt;26.) Is 4 single ? Nopey, he's attached.&lt;br /&gt;27.) What's the surname of 5 ? eh, i think it's KAMIS, malay names i don't really remember much.&lt;br /&gt;28.) What's the hobby of 5 ? I dunno ? she likes to shop?&lt;br /&gt;29.) Do 5 and 9 get along well? nahs~ they don't know each other&lt;br /&gt;30.) Where is 2 studying at? Yishun ITE&lt;br /&gt;31.) Say something casual about your eyes :  It's brown. :))))&lt;br /&gt;32.) Have you tried developing feelings for 5 ? I'M NOT A LESBO&lt;br /&gt;33.) What colours does 4 like ? Orange if i'm not wrong&lt;br /&gt;34.) Are 5 and 1 good friends ? should be more of friends only&lt;br /&gt;35.) Does 7 like 2 ? NO.He's someone's else. =D&lt;br /&gt;36.) How did you get to know 2 ? Raiders Cyber Cafe&lt;br /&gt;37.) Does 1 have any pets ? Nope. She don't like animals.&lt;br /&gt;38.) Is 7 the sexiest person in the world ? LOL. Only she knows that !&lt;br /&gt;39.) How is 4 related to you ? Best friend =D&lt;br /&gt;40.)Describe 4 . Well, his mum calls him jia jia, which sounds so girly! he's plump and has small eyes, which cannot be seen when he smiles and he always says how "sense" his name is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-873377901367944471?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/873377901367944471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=873377901367944471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/873377901367944471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/873377901367944471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/06/tagged-by-fenn-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-1578917988134046478</id><published>2009-06-23T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T10:19:50.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Started working at Bengawan Solo.Working there seems easy, but in fact it's not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needa remember loads of PLU numbers and learn how to cut cakes and handle the cakes with tender loving care.I hate cutting the cakes, it always turn out uneven.Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also a newbie like me, but she's more worst.She doesn't listen to what people tell her to do and ends up making loads of terrible mistakes.Like she spoilt a coffee cake by not taking it out carefully from the cabinet.They were fierce to her, keep raising their voices at her.But she never worked in her life before, so can't blame her.But I really do wonder what was she doing for the past years? Does she really never worked before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'm just being nosey.Wakaka~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta work tomorrow, and meeting my darling Fenn for some zombie-killings first! :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-1578917988134046478?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/1578917988134046478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=1578917988134046478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/1578917988134046478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/1578917988134046478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/06/started-working-at-bengawan-solo.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-3113858658363832130</id><published>2009-06-19T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T10:12:26.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today supposed to celebrate Bin Pei's birthday, still end up with only Feli and me are free in the morning, AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we agreed to meet at 11, but in the end, we met up at 12 plus.Tsk.Feli is forever late~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sky was sunny at first, but upon reaching Habourfront, it was drizzling.Walao, everytime go sun-tanning the weather is always not good.All Feli's fault! Wakakaka ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feli, I'm just kidding! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still decided to go, bought the tix and off we went to Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun came out and disappeared, sort of distressing though, but we still got "cooked" a little, despite the sun that always got blocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shared lil' secrets tat we have and slept on the beach.Don't be surprised, we can really sleep.Feli is narcoleptic, so she can sleep anywhere, whereas I'm tired, so zzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time ever after so long that I went to play in the sea.After having our beauty sleep, we played with in the sea and "sand therapy".Oh well, only Feli and I knew what it was. :)))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to bathe around 5 plus and I went to meet eye candy and Feli went to meet Bin Pei and others for dinner at Yishun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sorry Bin Pei! I didn't 12 Jun was your birthday, so I din send a message to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Belated Birthday to you! =p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SkEIuYiyW9I/AAAAAAAAAbw/0X5ExhH-iIw/s1600-h/19062009(015).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350567425248222162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SkEIuYiyW9I/AAAAAAAAAbw/0X5ExhH-iIw/s320/19062009(015).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SkEIe2bqwoI/AAAAAAAAAbo/8s0yUwvjCis/s1600-h/19062009(022).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350567158393520770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SkEIe2bqwoI/AAAAAAAAAbo/8s0yUwvjCis/s320/19062009(022).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Feli wrote this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SkEIeqZiGdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Jf0Ju1P2JA4/s1600-h/19062009(023).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350567155163339218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SkEIeqZiGdI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Jf0Ju1P2JA4/s320/19062009(023).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Our leg prints, left mine, right Feli's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SkEIeP0k3qI/AAAAAAAAAbY/kEDm4yp_1JA/s1600-h/19062009(024).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350567148029009570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SkEIeP0k3qI/AAAAAAAAAbY/kEDm4yp_1JA/s320/19062009(024).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Our hand prints, but I forgot which one is mine and hers.Tsk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SkEId2_ckNI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/51W73SUOh2M/s1600-h/19062009(027).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350567141363716306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SkEId2_ckNI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/51W73SUOh2M/s320/19062009(027).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SkEIdznFv8I/AAAAAAAAAbI/eM6Xo09iKSE/s1600-h/19062009(043).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350567140456251330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SkEIdznFv8I/AAAAAAAAAbI/eM6Xo09iKSE/s320/19062009(043).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-3113858658363832130?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/3113858658363832130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=3113858658363832130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/3113858658363832130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/3113858658363832130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-supposed-to-celebrate-bin-peis.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SkEIuYiyW9I/AAAAAAAAAbw/0X5ExhH-iIw/s72-c/19062009(015).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-4929342707238046519</id><published>2009-06-17T08:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T08:58:37.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up at 10.45 today.Gotta meet up with Hui Ning, Jin Jia and Cindy to discuss about our tremendous amount of project works and presentations.Gosh, I hate poly lives.Those lecturers are simply too "lazy" to teach us anything and just ask us to learn on our own or depend on other groups' presentation.A bunch of lazy bums!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, our discussion lasts for only like half an hour(I presume it is, cause the seat is still not very warm yet and we've finished).Hui Ning and Cindy wanted to go to Jin Jia's house, to try her cooking skills, so we went to the super duper big NTUC to buy their groceries.Hui Ning like never eaten in a thousand years, she bought loads of food! Sausages(or cocktails she called it, though I don't know what's the difference?) , sushi and some other things I could not remember.Woots, she ate so much food and she won't get fat, tsk tsk.I want too.Boo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm meeting eye candy so didn't join them for the "picnic" at her house.So went to Mac to find eye candy.We went to eat our lunch at the hawker centre near Raiders.Then, eye candy wanted to buy prezzie for a birthday friend, so we walked all the way back to AMK Hub to shop for prezzie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Helped eye candy to choose a white bear and went to the birthday girl's working place, but she's not working.Tsk.Forgot that who would work on their birthday? Well, left the prezzie at the shop and we went for L4D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I broke the chain, I did not play yesterday, so counted it all over again. :)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thought the 3 idiots ain't there, but, THEY WERE THERE, only reached later then us.Tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They always aimed me! Pissed off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the 3 idiots out there which I assumed that they will never have the chance to read this, I AIN'T YOUR TARGET BOARDS, U IDIOTS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eye candy sent me to Northpoint for work after that.Working there seems to be much more fun, than working with that B***H at Plaza Sing.Made some friends there, teached me loads of things.Thank you Auntie Lee, Donna and Wendy. :))))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reached home at 10 plus, with an urge of plucking off my legs just like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm old, long time ever since I stood for so long.Even if when I'm working at Mac I had the chance to sit down and talk craps with all the aunties and pals there.Fun before, but now it isn't.All because of HER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random notes: Daddy bought these toothbrush holders for me and Mommy.So cute! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom's&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348324386636116274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SjkQsWkBMTI/AAAAAAAAAbA/G7E3ruOq5jw/s320/Desiiree_015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dad's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348324378071210914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SjkQr2p_G6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/_pDTsgiig68/s320/Desiiree_008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;MINE ! Cute right?! Teddy oh teddy~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To eye candy, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope that we could stay ! ^^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-4929342707238046519?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/4929342707238046519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=4929342707238046519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/4929342707238046519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/4929342707238046519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/06/woke-up-at-10.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SjkQsWkBMTI/AAAAAAAAAbA/G7E3ruOq5jw/s72-c/Desiiree_015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-6420906014572238188</id><published>2009-06-15T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T10:29:42.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have been going out for like consecutively 3 days, plus today.Dad's gonna kill me. :(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with eye candy today again.Met up around 1 and trained to Jurong Point at Boon Lay.Sort of regretted going there.Boring.Should have gone to Tamp 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we did some window-shopping, as I couldn't find a hairband that is soothing to my eyes.I wanted those thin ones with shiny sky blue.Anyone knows where I could find it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, my legs were tired with only like half an hour of shopping, so were eye candy's.So went to Burger King and rest.I played with eye candy's phone.The phone's game was so damn lame.You can only play the trial game.Meaning you can only play half of the game and the rest you have to pay for it.Tsk.What a "cool" phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to go L4d, AGAIN, with Fenn.Long time never play with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for her at Raiders, with eye candy.Got to know recently that eye candy actually studied the same secondary school with fenn, and stays the same area as her.What a small world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went for dinner, or should I say supper with eye candy, then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired, gotta sleep now.Tomorrow will be a sleeping day for me, no more going out.Wahahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-6420906014572238188?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/6420906014572238188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=6420906014572238188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/6420906014572238188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/6420906014572238188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/06/have-been-going-out-for-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-3639645919895079279</id><published>2009-06-14T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T10:16:08.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went out with eye candy for the first time today.Met up with him around 1 plus at YCK Mrt station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to PS to buy tickets first.Went to watch Land Of The Lost.Quite a nice movie, a comedy, although a bit nonsensical.Cause I don't really understand what they are trying to say.Too much of physics inside, tachyon amplifier, who in the world would understand that except for the physics genius? Tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347603837951580930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SjaBW5iemwI/AAAAAAAAAao/DF1X2aU1AWE/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to what I were saying, we reached there around 2 plus and our movie starts at around 4plus.So went to jalan around and kill time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went back to that irritating place again, just to find my favourite people.Saw Yani and Syed.He even went to shake hands with eye candy, tsk tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I accompanied eye candy for lunch and sat outside 7-eleven.Yani and Haziq came and we chatted, long time didn't chat with them, feels kinda cosy, like the feeling of being at home.Maybe I've been in hell for too long and long forgotten the feeling of cosy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After movie, went to Parklane for L4D.I've been playing it for 1 week! OMG.Slowly getting sick of the game, too much of killing zombies and increasing the business of lan shops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eye candy played with cheats and it was damn hilarious.We played with expert mode and he kept spawning witches and tanks.When our lives was running low or incapacitated, just by typing "give health" can boost back our lives to full bar.And and and, the ammo can never be use finished.Cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will be starting work on this wednesday.Nervous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, it's VERY random, LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-3639645919895079279?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/3639645919895079279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=3639645919895079279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/3639645919895079279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/3639645919895079279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/06/went-out-with-eye-candy-for-first-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SjaBW5iemwI/AAAAAAAAAao/DF1X2aU1AWE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-6840460026873767590</id><published>2009-06-13T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T08:16:23.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought I'm gonna be cooked today, and I'm prepared for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? There's no freaking sun today! OMG.Damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up early today with Felicia.As usual, I'm earlier than her, although I'm still half an hour late(we agreed to meet at 10).Wendy couldn't make it so it's only the both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun was still up abpve the sky when I left Sembawang.Once I met up with her, the sky was a lil' bit dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached Vivo City around 12.30 and, it's drizzling.Tsk tsk.Sadded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what to do, we window-shopped abit, went to eat her lunch at Kopitiam.Were quite disappointed about it la.Woke up early and excited for the tanning and in the end the weather is bad.Sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But but but, with my accompany, she will never be bored.Wahahaha.Nahs~ Just joking.We chatted about our own lives and her "eye candy".So, I talked to her about MY "eye candy" too.Hehe.Sweets for our eyes, how cute is it.  :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She suggested for a game of L4D and so, I brought her to Raiders, my usual hangout.We played a few games and went back to Sembawang to meet Priscilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Brenda, say wants to meet us at night but in the end went to AMK with don't know who.I hate you Brenda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three of us had our dinner at the coffeshop below my block and I sent them to the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories started flowing through my mind during our secondary school days, all the nonsense thing that we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh well~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-6840460026873767590?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/6840460026873767590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=6840460026873767590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/6840460026873767590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/6840460026873767590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-thought-im-gonna-be-cooked-today-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-5082860932584864826</id><published>2009-06-12T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T02:54:59.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just reached home from Ang Mo Kio.Went to Raiders to have some zombie-killing.Have been going every single day just to kill boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went there yesterday and there's these 3 "old man"(they are 27 years old, it's considered old to me), keep disturbing me in the game.Feel so awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky this guy came and sat beside me and played on the same team with me.Although we lost but it's still fun playing with him. :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going for Laopo's birthday BBQ later.Although it's not going to be alot of people, it will sure be fun, cause we are all together. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with him today and played L4D again.And the 3 idiots are there also.Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm on school holidays now!! Wee~~~ late nights are on for me again.Wakakaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-5082860932584864826?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/5082860932584864826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=5082860932584864826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/5082860932584864826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/5082860932584864826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-reached-home-from-ang-mo-kio.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-8507618412076722928</id><published>2009-06-10T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T07:58:47.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am I just too demanding just being a friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotions have been wrapping me so tight that I find it difficult to breathe.I just can't understand why am I feeling this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People said that it's fun, but I don't see it the same way? Or am I just being too sensitive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having to go to that place seems to be dragging me down.I've been anticipating it for months and even years but it doesn't turn out the same way that I wanted it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed Cynthia, I missed Brenda, I missed Felicia, I missed Priscilla, I missed Wendy, I missed Fang Ru, I missed everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an something in me that is crying out ever so loudly, so loudly even I can hear it even when I'm asleep, yearning to be freed.I want to cry, but I can't find the reason to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be like creating alot of unsatisfaction in school.Or maybe I'm just being paranoid.Paranoid and loneliness are my best friend now, surrounding me whenever I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just trying to be good, why can't you just give me a chance? I wanted you to treat me the way I treated you.I ain't some sort of saint, I'm just a human, just like you.Have you ever thought of how I felt? Have you ever put yourself in my shoes and think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just try it, and you will know.Ain't a very good feeling huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe I'm just not worth being respected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;br /&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-8507618412076722928?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/8507618412076722928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=8507618412076722928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/8507618412076722928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/8507618412076722928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/06/am-i-just-too-demanding-just-being.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-5216245764401167527</id><published>2009-06-02T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T10:13:39.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I failed my skills lab assessment. WTF. It's kile damn easy and I actually failed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the sickening thing that caused me to fail was the last thing, I didn't notice that the patient is running a temperature, just simply slipped off my mind.WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, ZY, it's not your fault laa, just that I was too careless and didn't really put this test at heart, as I think it's really easy.Out of my expectations to fail.Almost cried when I knew of it but what to do? Have to take it in stride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna have a remedial class on next wednesday and it's freaking 3 hours.And the re-attampt would be at week 11, a tuesday.Gambatte to me! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I WILL PASS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's such a tiring day, full day.I hate tuesday, &lt;em&gt;looooooonnnnggg &lt;/em&gt;day.From morning till night, can kill me almost instantly.I love mondays and wednesdays, as I could go home early.Wee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably not going for lectures tomorrow, damn tired now, chiong-ing for the presentation tomorrow.Hope hat we could get good results.Loads of hard work inside and I still believe that hard works DO pay off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proof? My BioSci test. :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-5216245764401167527?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/5216245764401167527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=5216245764401167527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/5216245764401167527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/5216245764401167527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-failed-my-skills-lab-assessment.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-1691928536602657455</id><published>2009-05-31T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T09:25:26.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Are we really ending it here? I don't know.A sense of relieve just fell over me when&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; said that two words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was getting scared of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, with all &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; msges coming in all day long, where &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; were not doing it so before, and it's sort of getting on my nerves.I'm not saying that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; are bothersome, just that I'm not used to it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all good things have to come to an end.I'm sick of it when&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;always put those 2 words along &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;mouth and saying it out whenever &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; feel like saying and regret after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; have the right to say it but I don't? Where's the logic in that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just go, before I change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; stay safe and all the best for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; career and a girl which can love &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; more than I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peepos, yes, I broke up with him again, and I'm not the one who initiated it, so don't ask me why.And I'm not very sad though, just feeling numb and null inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always the one who's not giving out my best and it's always not enough for whatever I do.I'm always in the wrong, always don't know how to think of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;feeling and this and that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired of it.I just want to stay single now, with nothing to worry and concentrate on my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't regret anymore.I'm not worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-1691928536602657455?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/1691928536602657455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=1691928536602657455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/1691928536602657455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/1691928536602657455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/05/are-we-really-ending-it-here-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-118799163142733573</id><published>2009-05-24T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T09:58:39.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If my intelligence allow me, I would want to invent a time machine, where I could wind back to life in secondary school, where life back then were much more simpler and friends were more true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I'm just a freaking future nurse with a path filled with darkness, waiting to devour me anytime when I lost my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, should be contented with what you have right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with my girlfriends today.Thought it was Yani who jio us out, but in the end, it's Laopo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up at Bugis and went for lunch first.Laopo came later and we went shopping at Parco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone didn't change much though.Only the fact that we shed off our oily and sticky looks when we were all striving hard at PS#19 and put on make-ups and chio clothes.Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were stuck between watching movies and sheesha.Most of us voted for sheesha and off we went to Haji Lane! Or Arab Street, whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around and settled for a shop which I didn't manage to catch the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all those who were wondering shisha is, it is a single or multi-stemmed (often glass-bottomed) water pipe for smoking.Originally from Abbasid Empire in Iraq that ruled the Arab and the Islamic World.A shisha operates by water filtration and indirect heat. It can be used for smoking marijuana, herbal fruits, or tobacco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chose apple flavour.But the taste is weird and throat-pricking.Reis Cafe is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to wait for Qal and so, we did what girls always like to do, take photos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/ShlyAQeUzWI/AAAAAAAAAag/kexXTewM2uI/s1600-h/Desiiree009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339424181972159842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/ShlyAQeUzWI/AAAAAAAAAag/kexXTewM2uI/s320/Desiiree009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Me, Laopo( York Leng), Fiona and Yani.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/ShlyAN3enoI/AAAAAAAAAaY/s32a7YZtdds/s1600-h/Desiiree010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339424181272354434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/ShlyAN3enoI/AAAAAAAAAaY/s32a7YZtdds/s320/Desiiree010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laopo pinching our faces.Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/Shlx_xGpPKI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Yaw1cUNWPdo/s1600-h/Desiiree011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339424173551336610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/Shlx_xGpPKI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Yaw1cUNWPdo/s320/Desiiree011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me and Steph. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qal came around 5 plus.He was like a "superstar", with us wanting to take a photo with him.Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/ShlwJ4B8FPI/AAAAAAAAAaA/2EO95SgUO9Q/s1600-h/Desiiree014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339422148186084594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/ShlwJ4B8FPI/AAAAAAAAAaA/2EO95SgUO9Q/s320/Desiiree014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me and Qal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/ShlwJg3qafI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/2YRVT88-Ovg/s1600-h/Desiiree015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339422141968968178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/ShlwJg3qafI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/2YRVT88-Ovg/s320/Desiiree015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;I asked Qal to specially pose for me to take a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/ShlwJY4DuQI/AAAAAAAAAZw/m4tBT-LzHEE/s1600-h/Desiiree018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339422139823143170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/ShlwJY4DuQI/AAAAAAAAAZw/m4tBT-LzHEE/s320/Desiiree018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Okay, this is called The Legendary Face-Fishballs.Disgusting huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/ShlwJXFgLzI/AAAAAAAAAZo/S1ybTltQ850/s1600-h/Desiiree019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339422139342663474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/ShlwJXFgLzI/AAAAAAAAAZo/S1ybTltQ850/s320/Desiiree019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;We left around 6.30 and a group photo before we go! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Laopo went back home early cause she has to wrap "ba zhang", so the rest of us deicded&lt;br /&gt;to go find our beloved "Lau Hero", Nazri! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Since he got transferred to Springleaf Towers, we haven't visited him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He got so touched and surprised for our unexpected visit.Aww! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We chatted and smoked, which we haven't been able to do so, and Nazri treated us for dinner, MAC, using his own money.Their store isn't like PS, where the swipe card does the job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/ShlwJE-EhOI/AAAAAAAAAZg/o5ZFpodjlXc/s1600-h/Desiiree023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339422134479652066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/ShlwJE-EhOI/AAAAAAAAAZg/o5ZFpodjlXc/s320/Desiiree023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Well, we have become history of PS#19, thanks to that &lt;strong&gt;BITCH&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-118799163142733573?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/118799163142733573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=118799163142733573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/118799163142733573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/118799163142733573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-my-intelligence-allow-me-i-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/ShlyAQeUzWI/AAAAAAAAAag/kexXTewM2uI/s72-c/Desiiree009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-7826344591138415848</id><published>2009-05-20T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T07:30:38.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We got back together, and as loving as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone who adviced and helped me through my difficult times.Really appreciated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went through difficult times and the deep struggles within whether to end it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost gave up, with all the heartbreakening events and the disappointments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky he didn't gave up on me, and his love kept me holding to this relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Promise me never to let me go, for I don't know how to go on without you.The road ahead maybe dark, but with your hands holding on to mine, I will know the way.Never leave me alone in the dark, as I'm afraid I'm might lose my way."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED 2 YEARS ANNIVERSARY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/ShQMZhNWTuI/AAAAAAAAAZY/EtwPl754_SI/s1600-h/Desiiree_007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337905090891501282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/ShQMZhNWTuI/AAAAAAAAAZY/EtwPl754_SI/s320/Desiiree_007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; The bear that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he &lt;/span&gt;bought as our anniversary present.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for some updates on my life, enough of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;him him him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Ning, her sister, Cindy, Zhao Yue and me did our videos for our project work.We shot scenes of ZY being a patient with constipation and Hui Ning as the nurse attending to her.I'm the camera"woman" and Cindy and Hui Ning's sister became the sort of calafare.Ha! We kept on laughing and laughing, loads of NGs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other project were on this scenario on this old man smoking for a very long time and he has a case of breathlessness.And, I'M THAT OLD MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to my friends and it was so tak-glam! Had to wear the "superstar pyjamas pants" ( we named that damn lok kok pants this named cause ZY worn it to look like an auntie and Hui Ning's sister also used it many times for her own project work.), plus my Dad's super big shirt and a cap.OMG.What a image-destructing role! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing is, he came to my house and saw part of the shooting process and I was so damn PS! Aarrgghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we wrapped up the shooting at 8 plus.Though tiring, but it's fun. :))) Hope to get high marks for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's school starts at 8.God damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-7826344591138415848?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/7826344591138415848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=7826344591138415848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/7826344591138415848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/7826344591138415848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-got-back-together-and-as-loving-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/ShQMZhNWTuI/AAAAAAAAAZY/EtwPl754_SI/s72-c/Desiiree_007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-5417426292805820277</id><published>2009-05-17T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T11:00:50.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Isn't human funny at all? They will only start to treasure things when they lose it and some don't even know they are losing it bit by bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take things for granted.They don't owe you anything and they are not obliged to do anything for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I and&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; are over now.Don't ask me why, cause I also don't know the reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that it's my fault and shouldn't treat &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that way.But I was really fed up by loads of things and&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; kept on biting on me and won't let me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days and it will be our 2 years anniversary.I'm always hoping for this day to come but I guessed I won't have the reason to wait for it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do things just have to turn out this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since being with me gives you so much of suffering, I'm willing to let you go.Giving&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the freedom to court other girls, doing whatever &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; like without having &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; mind on that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go, just go,&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; you're&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; freed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever turn back anymore, there's a brighter future ahead.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; once said that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; wanted a girl who would love &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;with all her heart.I'm not qualified to be that girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you've &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;wasted 2 years on me, wasted &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; love on me.I can't repay &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; back and I don't know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I do still love &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-5417426292805820277?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/5417426292805820277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=5417426292805820277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/5417426292805820277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/5417426292805820277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/05/isnt-human-funny-at-all-they-will-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-7469721395369399648</id><published>2009-05-14T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T09:19:36.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found back my ez-link card! All thanks to that samariyans who found back my card and gave it back to Sembawang MRT station staff.And special thanks to Miss Jamaliah who help me called NYP over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, Mason, who passed some of his luck to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after all the "suay" things that happen to me, things are going well for me now, at least I don't feel so "suay" now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and and, I found back my ring too! Dropped inside my bag and I didn't realise it till I cleared out my bag a day ago.What a muddlehead I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's starting to stress now, with all the due dates coming for the projects, and the oncoming test for Biological Science next week.Aarrgghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss all of my friends, all those whom I can joke endlessly and doesn't fear of offending anybody.I miss all the window shopping and stuffs.Really hope for 24 May to come faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Ryan and Fenn who accompanied me when I was really down.I love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-7469721395369399648?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/7469721395369399648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=7469721395369399648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/7469721395369399648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/7469721395369399648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-found-back-my-ez-link-card-all-thanks.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-184672765609341027</id><published>2009-05-12T09:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T10:08:02.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Confused right now, don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuck between freedom and protection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so out of luck this few days.Daddy don't want help me pay phone bill, so have to use prepaid card now, quarelled with friends, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.And, guess what, the very first day that I wore flips flops to school and I'm caught by that freaking tutorial lecturer of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very first time in this month that I wore, fcuk that old woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want back my luck, who steal it away from me?! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Ryan and Fen who tries to keep me happy, accompanying me to play L4D, tries to tell lame jokes and made me laugh.Trying to accomodate my time, and thanks to Delia too, for treating me to Ma Masion on Ryan's birthday, made my day a little.Really appreciate that.Love you peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-184672765609341027?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/184672765609341027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=184672765609341027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/184672765609341027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/184672765609341027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/05/confused-right-now-dont-know-what-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-2650011729999066162</id><published>2009-05-11T10:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T10:55:38.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do things like to happen in a sudden? &lt;em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lady Luck just isn't smiling at me, where it always do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; My soul has been sucked away in loneliness. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Feeling suffocated and my "oxygen" has been taken away by my own hands. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just isn't my ownself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tried to demolish the castle but it just stays rooted inside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; I did nothing that hurts you, and my conscience is clear. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Please believe me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That day when you walked away, I just sat there, helplessly hope you will look back,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; but, sad thing is, you didn't.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; I walked aimlessly around, wondering nothing on my mind. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Only one thought ran through, "Would you believed what I said?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You would rather listened to others except me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Hurts me to say that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-2650011729999066162?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/2650011729999066162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=2650011729999066162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/2650011729999066162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/2650011729999066162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-do-things-like-to-happen-in-sudden.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-2608407592022537593</id><published>2009-05-05T08:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T08:51:53.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got into Chinese Orchestra Yang Qin! OMG.Damn happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like 2 minutes late for my Nursing Lab class and Ms Serene was like sort of nagging at me for it.Tsk.Damn her.Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learned how to feed patients that couldn't eat independently.We brought our own food and fed each other.And Cindy was like complaining that she's hungry! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were blindfolded to feel how "scary" it is to be fed.Trust them to think of this idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Ning was the first to be fed, then Cindy.Hui Ning fed her with the food combined all together.Rice crispies, peach jam, cornflakes and bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy kept shouting that the food combined together tastes horrid.Laughed and laughed non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SgBcJuEaEUI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/4rBoSZWgzAU/s1600-h/Desiiree_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332363280861761858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SgBcJuEaEUI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/4rBoSZWgzAU/s320/Desiiree_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;I quietly took this picture when Cindy was fed passionately by Jin Jia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SgBcJE0YFvI/AAAAAAAAAZI/VEaOU_5NHC4/s1600-h/Desiiree_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332363269788669682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SgBcJE0YFvI/AAAAAAAAAZI/VEaOU_5NHC4/s320/Desiiree_002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Our food for the practise.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SgBcJNKdYRI/AAAAAAAAAZA/iZfcWZwQhr4/s1600-h/Desiiree_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332363272028774674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SgBcJNKdYRI/AAAAAAAAAZA/iZfcWZwQhr4/s320/Desiiree_003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Zhao Yue's turn to be fed.Asked her to pose for the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SgBcI5678GI/AAAAAAAAAY4/35TxocF_B2M/s1600-h/Desiiree_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332363266863394914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SgBcI5678GI/AAAAAAAAAY4/35TxocF_B2M/s320/Desiiree_004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was in different in group with Ying Si.Her group was just next to mine and I saw her happily being fed and having fun hugging the manikin.She's like so damn idiotic la! Was laughing my ass out when I saw her so I uncontrollably took a photo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow gonna go for my CO's theory lesson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-2608407592022537593?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/2608407592022537593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SgBcJuEaEUI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/4rBoSZWgzAU/s72-c/Desiiree_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-4229235811042715302</id><published>2009-05-04T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T08:45:55.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In the school library again, waiting for time to pass, in short, WASTING TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to get into school's Chinese Orchestra, plucked strings section, without much effort.Still not knowing which instruments I'm gonna have.Hopefully is Yang Qin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School work are piling up, with all the projects and presentations we gonna have.Tsk.And and and, most of the studying we have to do it in our online management system.So troublesome.Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much things to write, just updating what's happening to me in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing all my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-4229235811042715302?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/4229235811042715302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=4229235811042715302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/4229235811042715302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/4229235811042715302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-school-library-again-waiting-for_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-6480004761624837020</id><published>2009-05-01T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T10:26:18.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anybody out there who tries to wake Ryan up via bombing the phone, please don't waste your phone's batt, as HE WOULD NOT WAKE UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooops, accidentally said out his secret. * runs and hide *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 2 plus today, supposed to go breakfast with Mum but I couldn't wake up.Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched "Forensic Heroes II", nice show okay! For those who likes Sherlock Holmes and forensic stuffs, this is the show for you.Totally in love with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Ryan at AMK Hub, and went to kill zombies again.Fen came around 9 plus, and Ryan went to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time Fen and me completed a map, depending soley in ourselves.Great sense of accomplishment.Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to go for NYP Symphony Band's Welcome tea tomorrow, wonder what would they try to do with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-6480004761624837020?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-3371320093724585760</id><published>2009-04-29T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T23:35:09.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in my school's library, using the com while my friends were happily watching "Jurassic Park".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I'm bored in school.I still love Cynthia and guys, Fen and Ryan, Fiona and guys.Maybe they made me felt more belonged, not very out of place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe I'm used to hanging out with people same age as me or older then me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for the Chinese Orchestra try-out yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang Qin is not as easy as I thought out to be.Must hit at the correct spot to get the tune and the wrong place will mean totally a different thing.Out of my expectation was, I did better at DiZi, which I got all the tunes right without much guidance.ErHu was abit harder, as my fingers can't co-coordinate well.Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be going for Symphony Band's welcoming tea on Sat, shall see whether my not-much-left love for Saxophone would be re-ignited, if yes, I would certainly go back.And again, I will have just a little trouble reading the music notes again.Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go back to my last lecture now.Till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-3371320093724585760?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/3371320093724585760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=3371320093724585760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/3371320093724585760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/3371320093724585760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-in-my-schools-library-using-com.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-8954483516938066164</id><published>2009-04-28T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T11:25:35.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First a bike, now a ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how many things do I still need to lose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered I worn my ring to school and still saw it when I was in class.Didn't realise that it was gone during lunch time.Oh goodness gracious me, how I ran from KouFu to Nursing Lab and then to Lecture Theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't be found anywhere.And my heart dropped.Lucky &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;reaction was not very big and&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; he's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; like sort of knew it I would lose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, gotta die die get another pair, which I'm gonna keep it in the museum, and it won't get lost!! Muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an idiot, I know.Tsk tsk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I join Chinese Orchestra or Symphony band? Still confused.I want to learn Yang Qin but I also want to play back my favourite Saxophone.Aarrgghh, anyone give suggestions?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-8954483516938066164?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/8954483516938066164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=8954483516938066164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/8954483516938066164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/8954483516938066164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-bike-now-ring.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-1287096171964316292</id><published>2009-04-25T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T12:48:04.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One week of school just ended.There's a question which strikes me and it doesn't occur to me when I first chose this course back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Being a nurse, it's inevitable to see deaths.So are you really prepared to face death ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Death here doesn't apply to me, rather, it's the patients that nurses cared for when they are alive)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think of this question until someone asked me.I'm not afraid of deaths, but I don't know whether I could watch those whom I nursed and cared for just lost the war and gave up.It pains the heart that someone just left the world and left their loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe I could just get used to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aarrgghh, can't think of that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad brought me to salon and "cured" my hair, as he couldn't stand my hair looking so dry and looked like a granny's.Went there and they cut my hair.They said cut 1 inch, but it doesn't look like? My hair's so much shorter now, heartbroken.Tsk.Wanted to keep long hair so much and was so happy when friends said my hair grew long.Tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair's so much softer now, thanks to my Dad.Love him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 3 plus today when Aunt called me.Supposed to go Sentosa with secondary school's sisters, but they seems to forsake me.Ha! Didn't recieve any calls or msges either.So I presumed that it's cancelled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to AMK for some zombie-killing action again! Ha! With my dearest Fen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fen, don't stress about it anymore okay? That woman's a bitch.Ryan and me will be there for you! Muacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in KL now, and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; called me just now that&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; will be there till Monday or Tuesday.Awww! Sad la! Thought that&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; could keep me accompany tomorrow.Tsk.Hate &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Joking la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; playing L4D now, and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; called me just to ask me how to regain health, so cute la! Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall continue to watch my "Forensic Heroes" now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-1287096171964316292?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/1287096171964316292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=1287096171964316292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/1287096171964316292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/1287096171964316292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-week-of-school-just-ended.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-1782823867764737910</id><published>2009-04-23T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:42:41.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in class now, with the lecturer talking to us about CMS, which is essential in school, and I'm not even listening to it, including friends! Ha, bad bad students!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class would end at 5pm today, boring ! Still have like 4 and half hours to go.Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still not used to poly lives, the feeling of doing anything we want, to risk not having our Diploma at the end of the year at our own expense.We can just use our phones during lectures and tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got caught by one of my lecturers for wearing shorts, and I really mean "shorts".Stupid la, this is not really very short, just that I'm fat ! Ha !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bring my lappy on monday, to configure my wireless settings.Actually wanted to bring it today, but I forgot ! Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, class has ended and I'm going for my break now ! Woots ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-1782823867764737910?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/1782823867764737910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=1782823867764737910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/1782823867764737910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/1782823867764737910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-in-class-now-with-lecturer-talking.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-2094658011911364953</id><published>2009-04-23T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T05:21:22.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School is not getting any fun, with boring introduction lectures in the lecture theatre room, which is so comfortable to sleep in! OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Got 5 modules to work on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Foundations Of Nursing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Biological Science &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Psychology&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Critical Thinking(the most boring of all)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nursing Laboratory&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gotta work very hard to get high GPAs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Get to know some good friends in school, at least I'm not alone, ha! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327859976663229266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SfBca6oIY1I/AAAAAAAAAYw/1_0wJPPGhn4/s320/Zac+Effron.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went to watch "17 Again" yesterday with school friends.And, I'M SO IN LOVE WITH ZAC EFFRON! SO CUTE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gonna sleep soon, class starts at 8 tomorrow, tsk tsk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-2094658011911364953?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/2094658011911364953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=2094658011911364953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/2094658011911364953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/2094658011911364953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/04/school-is-not-getting-any-fun-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SfBca6oIY1I/AAAAAAAAAYw/1_0wJPPGhn4/s72-c/Zac+Effron.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-1285738527439959564</id><published>2009-04-20T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T09:30:04.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts at 1010am today.Met up with Zhao Yue, a girl from my class.Asked me to meet up with her to go school yesterday.Surprised me.Haha! So she will be my school companion whenever I go to school.Woots ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I hate the weather! So damn hot! Was perspiring like hell when I reached the class, 6th floor.Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended the class, came to know that my lecturer is actually a medical doctor, and he teaches me Biological Science.Luckily I have some Biology foundation in secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished class at 11am, went to walk around school with Hui Ning, Cindy and Zhao Yue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home to sleep after that, too tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be busy busy day, woots ~ Class from morning till night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-1285738527439959564?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/1285738527439959564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=1285738527439959564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/1285738527439959564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/1285738527439959564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-3056381310015073221</id><published>2009-04-18T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T11:04:19.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Due to the tireness I had yesterday, slept 14 hours.Ya I know, powderful right? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Northpoint with Cai Xia today.Super long didn't go out with her.Weather too hot, so we cycled to Sembawang Shopping Centre and took shuttle bus there.Walked till 7 plus and cycled for SSC to SP, meeting Dad for dinner.Parked at the staion's bicycle bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Mum's workplace and eat, after that went to SP for some clothes hunting.School only allows us to wear long pants, no shorts or 3/4, damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Dad bought me two skinny jeans, one black and the other white, and a top, total up to $100.Dad's in a good mood, I guessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked Dad to go home first, went to retrieve my bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, MY BIKE WAS GONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I parked it somewhere else but searched here and there for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I gave up.Accepted the fact that it's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CURSE and SWEAR thatperson who took my bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retribution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-3056381310015073221?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/3056381310015073221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=3056381310015073221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/3056381310015073221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/3056381310015073221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/04/due-to-tireness-i-had-yesterday-slept.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-4269273832176026576</id><published>2009-04-17T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T10:35:00.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went for my school's orientation today, without sleeping much.Partly due to the anxiety and excitement, ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had some breakfast with Fen at the market near her house and she drove me to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached school and saw loads of people there.Even saw my old primary classmates.Woots ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Registered at the auditorium and they programme starts.I was grouped into 14 and I thought it was only a group for the orientation, turns out to be my class for the rest of my poly life.Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are quite fun people.Lucky they were willing to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The orientation started with some speeches from the directors of the school.Boring boring and boring.They put up a skit and it was damn funny.One guy acted as a sissy and the whole auditorium was funny like crazy.Oh ya, the freshmen for School Of Health Sciences, which is my sub school in NYP, could fill up the whol auditorium, which is like the size of a concert hall, imagine how popular is the courses.But it's not only Nursing la, there's like Physiotherapy and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the long speeches made me sleepy, but lucky there's game to keep me awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 games, different stations.We were made to do a cheer at every stations to earn more points.Tsk.Made me almost lose my voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's this game called Royal Race.It's tiring can, make us walk here and there looking for clues, which sounds stupid? We don't even really know the school yet and yet they wants us to figure out what place is that.OMG.Damn tiring can, and boring.Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to class and met our mentor, Ms Angela.She gave us our 1st semester timetable and, the timetable is so hard to read!! Confusing.If I read it wrongly, then I'm dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing ended around 6.30pm with prize-giving ceremony, with me walking away with nothing.What bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had group photo at the end of the day.My classmates. :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326076046782146658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SeoF8h8qqGI/AAAAAAAAAYo/bLPohWc4TQQ/s320/Nurul%E2%80%99s+album0043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one guy missing from the photo, guessed he went home straight after that.He's damn irritating, keep talking non-stop.Damn him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fen and Ryan came to fetch me after school and we went to the foodcourt near Ryan's house for some dinner.Actually wanted to go his house for some Audition, but needa go buy some stationery for my school, so drove off back to AMK Central's popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided not to go back Ryan's house, so went to Raider's to have some zombie-killing.Completed 2 games, with help of Ryan.He could finsh 2 games actually, but I just went in the Tanker without him, I'm SORRY!!! Not on purpose!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home around 11 plus and prepared myself for bed soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-4269273832176026576?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/4269273832176026576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=4269273832176026576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/4269273832176026576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/4269273832176026576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/04/went-for-my-schools-orientation-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SeoF8h8qqGI/AAAAAAAAAYo/bLPohWc4TQQ/s72-c/Nurul%E2%80%99s+album0043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-426381117941050890</id><published>2009-04-16T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T11:58:01.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time now is 2.46am.&lt;span &gt;And I'm not asleep yet! Supposed to wake up at 6.15 later, meeting Fen for breakfast and go for my orientation after that.OMG.I can't fall asleep.I'm dead meat later.Argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to do some blogging since I can't sleep.Got my new laptop yesterday, Fujitsu L1010, or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ya, it's the same with Tong.Just that mine is in &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;.Tsk tsk.No other choice that I could choose from and ya, I took&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; PINK&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Henderson Industrial Park there and collect my laptop and went to Ryan's house and have lunch, since he offered to cook for us.Stayed there quite long to load things in my laptop.After that went to AMK Raiders fo some Left 4 Dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today.Didn't went out except to accompany Dad for dinner, since I made him and Mum not very happy about my handphone bills.It exploded to a amount that I couldn't believe also.170 bucks! Plus my internet.OMG.I have no idea that I've used so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so gonna give up M1 soon.Shall sign up for StarHub, with student plan and unlimited SMSes.Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nervous for later's orientation.Don't know what they are gonna "torture" me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-426381117941050890?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/426381117941050890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=426381117941050890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/426381117941050890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/426381117941050890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-now-is-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-2661191326184478763</id><published>2009-04-14T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T09:46:10.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My blog should be full of cobwebs now, with no updates, haha !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, recently got addicted to "Left 4 Dead".All Ryan's fault, cause he introduced to me this game! Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the thrill and excitement that I got from this game.Like those infected people might pounced on you anytime.Anybody who got fustrated can play this game, can vent out all your angers by killing all the zombies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been going to AMK Raiders Cyber Cafe for the past three days just to play and got home late everyday.And Daddy's not very happy about it.Tsk Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got bored with Audition now.And and and, I got "married" in Audition on 11 April, with Ryan.Haha! Most of my friends came and got stressed over it for like 1 week? Played couple dance everyday.We went to a lan shop at Le Meridien Hotel and spent like 5 hours there? And got "married" on the 3rd round.Phew~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324587737700776354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SeS8VikOOaI/AAAAAAAAAYg/adFKXWgpLqw/s320/Desiiree%E2%98%85044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;School's starting in like 5 days time, which indicates I only have my freedom for another 5 days more.Feeling abit nervous about it.Long time since I went to school.Well, anticipating!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-2661191326184478763?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/2661191326184478763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=2661191326184478763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/2661191326184478763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/2661191326184478763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-blog-should-be-full-of-cobwebs-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SeS8VikOOaI/AAAAAAAAAYg/adFKXWgpLqw/s72-c/Desiiree%E2%98%85044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-7101580157429628761</id><published>2009-04-09T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T10:59:32.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time now, 1.30 am.Just reached home not long ago from Narcissus, a thai disco pub in Chinatown.Went there a few times and it's not bad though. :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon went to this I Modeling agency with Fen.Actually totally forgotten all about it.We were approached by a guy by the name of Chris outside Plaza Sing last few weeks.They called us for an interview tomorrow and we went down today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The staff there was friendly and we were able to strike up a conversation with her quite easily.We were asked to pay 480 bucks for our portfolios and they would try to get projects for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abit tempting though, got tempted by the fun there.But 480 bucks is not a small sum. :(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for dinner and wanted to watch movie, but there's not much good shows so went to play Audition at lan shop instead.Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan just booked out from camp and jio us go Narcissus, along with Tea and gang.Not really want to go, wanted so much to spend time with &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end got persuaded to go.Went to find Delia at Plaza Sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not actually like her attitude.Wilful, hot-tempered and pampered.I know I'm like that too and not in the place to say her but at least I can control it now? Will try not to go out with them when she's around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached there about 11 plus and Tea and gang came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tea, Heng, his wife, Wei Yi, Ryan, Delia, Val, Marcus, Fen and me.Like their company, always so fun and endless jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most surprising thing is that Wei Yi, who always treated Fen and me like invisibles, actually initiated to cheers with us, and tried to make us stay when we wanted to go.That's cool, one more friend made.Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home early as I'm tired and as always, needa go home early, for the fear of getting locked up outside the house.Tsk.Funny huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna sleeo til I'm tired of sleeping tomorrow, damn freaking tired now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-7101580157429628761?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/7101580157429628761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=7101580157429628761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/7101580157429628761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/7101580157429628761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-now-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-2901037557864346765</id><published>2009-04-08T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T09:19:50.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've really been sleepig alot this few days.Gonna get fat again very soon.Argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up at 9 plus in the morning, and went to NTUC with Mum.First time in my life that we spent $80 just for normal groceries and daily necessities(at least when I go with them everytime they spent only like 30 bucks). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to watch "Shinjuku Incident" with Fen in the evening at Causeway Point.The movie was NC16 and we got checked twice, once at the ticket box and once at the entrance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What the hell? Don't we look like those above 16? I know I don't look like 19 but checking to see whether I'm above 16, isn't it abit exaggerating? Got abit pissed off by that.Tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, overall it's a nice show, with all the fighting and gross scenes.Scenes like Joe Wu's hand being chopped off and get trampled over by a gang's leader.Cried a little over that scene.Imagine all the pain that he has to go through.Ouch! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322355481217723618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SdzOHHJV7OI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Z7A_swHzm9o/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The storyline is good actually, talking about China illegal immigrants making a living in Japan.All the loyalty, betrayal and brotherhood.It's a nice show, worth my $7.50.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pnly thing that disappoints me is that Jackie Chan does not fight, and that's not much laughter in the movie.The show's abit exciting and kept me off the edge of my seat a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Washed her car after the movie at the mutli-storey carpark just opposite my house.Never washed a car before and fun, with all the splashing around.And once again, she took my tak glam photos, also known to her, "candid shots".OMG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will be going to an interwiew tomorrow, Models's International.Didn't want to go actually, but Fen want to go, so, good to go there and see what they have to offer for us. :)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-2901037557864346765?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/2901037557864346765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=2901037557864346765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/2901037557864346765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/2901037557864346765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-really-been-sleepig-alot-this-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SdzOHHJV7OI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Z7A_swHzm9o/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-3517416812314508186</id><published>2009-04-04T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T05:05:00.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Invaders !!</title><content type='html'>Went to Pulau Ubin today, along with Pris, Yu Wen and Feli.Woke up at 9.15am, when our meeting time was like 9am ?! Haha!! Met them up at Northpoint and set off at 11am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took bus 969 to Tampiness and 29 to Changi Village.Took a boat to Pulau Ubin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SdncA6KETvI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/T0qnZD7biac/s1600-h/Desiiree%E2%98%85034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321526342884544242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SdncA6KETvI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/T0qnZD7biac/s320/Desiiree%E2%98%85034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SdncAmx8YmI/AAAAAAAAAYI/DCbuSuuqFxU/s1600-h/Desiiree%E2%98%85035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321526337683087970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SdncAmx8YmI/AAAAAAAAAYI/DCbuSuuqFxU/s320/Desiiree%E2%98%85035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Feli, Pris and Brenda.Brenda'a face looks a bit weird ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reached there about 2.Loads of people there and most of them were from schools, those CCA like NPCC and boy scouts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We rented bicycles and guess what ? It started raining.Tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quickly cycled away, but no shelter were in sight.We got all wet and the rain pouring down on us were so dirty! Looked so shag.WTH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what made it worse was, mosquitos were invading us.Loads and loads of mosquitos, like a few generations of them.I've never seen such a big mosquito before! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feli suggested to go in a small raod and at first I don't want to go in there, but all of them wanted to go.Have to go with majority.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The road in there were so uneven and covered with rocks, which made cycling so hard for me! The whole bike was like shaking like hell.Grrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SdnaxjApa5I/AAAAAAAAAYA/ry0JsBmps18/s1600-h/Desiiree%E2%98%85036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321524979461352338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SdnaxjApa5I/AAAAAAAAAYA/ry0JsBmps18/s320/Desiiree%E2%98%85036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tired, so went to this cold drink stall to freshen up.The old aunty there was so friendly.She saw our mosquito bites and gave us medicine to apply.Thanks Aunty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SdnaxtOEDVI/AAAAAAAAAX4/FHlS_JYZ0WE/s1600-h/Desiiree%E2%98%85037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321524982201978194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SdnaxtOEDVI/AAAAAAAAAX4/FHlS_JYZ0WE/s320/Desiiree%E2%98%85037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The road of never-ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/Sdnaxfss29I/AAAAAAAAAXw/Jm0qzMkbm7Q/s1600-h/Desiiree%E2%98%85041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321524978572385234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/Sdnaxfss29I/AAAAAAAAAXw/Jm0qzMkbm7Q/s320/Desiiree%E2%98%85041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to a temple there and I saw this puddle of water.Looks like a heart, isn't it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SdnaxE5fqSI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bUvwpKzWoYY/s1600-h/Desiiree%E2%98%85042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321524971378288930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SdnaxE5fqSI/AAAAAAAAAXo/bUvwpKzWoYY/s320/Desiiree%E2%98%85042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went in the temple to pray and went to buy turtle food to feed these hungry turtles.They were so cute, came flocking towards us when they saw us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finished exploring the island at around 5 and went to eat at the shops there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The people who stayed there lived a rural life, with no entertainment there.I felt so lucky staying in Singapore.And and and, I noticed that the car plates the all started with " PU", cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SdnawjLUUiI/AAAAAAAAAXg/2hniUdOeKXs/s1600-h/Desiiree%E2%98%85043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321524962326237730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SdnawjLUUiI/AAAAAAAAAXg/2hniUdOeKXs/s320/Desiiree%E2%98%85043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Left there at around 6 and they went home.I went to Plaza Sing, actually wanted to spend some time with &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;, but &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; needs to reach home early, so we trained home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too tired that day, fell asleep instantly when my head touched the pillow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will never go back to Pulau Ubin again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-3517416812314508186?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/3517416812314508186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=3517416812314508186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/3517416812314508186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/3517416812314508186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/04/invaders.html' title='Invaders !!'/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SdncA6KETvI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/T0qnZD7biac/s72-c/Desiiree%E2%98%85034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-3279476279390797260</id><published>2009-04-02T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T14:06:41.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long time never been blogging.Busy playing Audition.Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did practically nothing over these few days.Sleep, wake up, eat dinner and play Audition.And the cycle continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really sleep early nowadays, I'm so gonna be dead when I start school.Being a zombie in class.That's so gonna scare people off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, will be going out on Saturday with secondary school cliques to Pulau Ubin.Looking forward to it.Wee ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-3279476279390797260?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-8225743775578139837</id><published>2009-03-29T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T13:14:13.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been a long time I was woken up by loud thunderstorms and flashing lightnings.Today afternoon was like a torture for me, got shocked and almost screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flipping through my drawers and I found a book on pyschological test:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping poses tells you who you really are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you sleep, you will always....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) Sleep like a cat, cuddle yourself up like a ball&lt;br /&gt;B) Sleep sideways&lt;br /&gt;C) Sleep with face-up&lt;br /&gt;D) Cuddle your pillow and sleep sideways&lt;br /&gt;E) Sleep with face-down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Those who chose A...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are always so indecisive, when coming to deciding things, you will think it over and over again.You are unsatisfied with the reality and no plans for your future.The only thing you like to do is to lay back and daydream.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Those who choose B...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are a person whose trustable, do things with responsibilty and think before you act.No matter where u are, be it work, school or outside, you are always so popular among people.The only thing that pulls u down is that your heart's quite small and no patience.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Those who choose C...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are reckless and rash.Doesn't think of the consequences.Likes to set those goals that are not realistic.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Those who choose D...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As this sleeping pose looks sweet, that means you like people to praise and dote on you.You do things with passion and likes helping people.Straightforward and determined to get what you want.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Those who choose E...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sleeping with face down means breaking all means of contact with the surroundings, because you don't have strong determination and the fight-on spirit, often leads to low self-esteem and self-destruction, and self-centred personality. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, which are you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-8225743775578139837?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/8225743775578139837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=8225743775578139837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/8225743775578139837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/8225743775578139837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-has-been-long-time-i-was-woken-up-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-3092594136131249364</id><published>2009-03-28T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T12:51:50.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up at 2.30pm today, which is like a miracle for me ? Cause I always wake up at 5 or 6 in the evening ! Haha !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took train to Plaza Sing to meet Fen and two other Audition friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the earliest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second miracle of the day.Well, as do people say, miracle always happen.Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Fen first as the other 2 will be late.Went to walk walk around and entertain ourselves with window shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, went over to the arcade at the MRT station there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, I saw the shadows of my past.What I saw was all little hooligans, I shall call them, acting like as if the own the acrade, laughing and "donating" money generously to the arcade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool, I fianlly got away from this type of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They finally appeared.One was called Joanne, the other was called Erica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played DDR and my skills were all gone, very "diu lian".Played Para Para also failed.Decided not to step into that arcade anymore.Haha ! Don't quite like the people there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went over to foodcourt for dinner and we had a fun time talking.Fen left at about 7pm as she needs to attend her father's birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They accompanied me slacked till &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; punched out from work.They were quite fun people to be with, probably due to the common interest that we hav, AUDITION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took train home with&lt;em&gt; him&lt;/em&gt; after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, boring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-3092594136131249364?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/3092594136131249364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=3092594136131249364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/3092594136131249364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/3092594136131249364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/03/woke-up-at-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-5397382533108641980</id><published>2009-03-27T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T11:04:08.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/Sc0Ufm9VcUI/AAAAAAAAAXY/cAxfks9OXlQ/s1600-h/Desiiree%E2%98%85031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317929268260729154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/Sc0Ufm9VcUI/AAAAAAAAAXY/cAxfks9OXlQ/s320/Desiiree%E2%98%85031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/Sc0UfV8KNAI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/rgJbn6gOchw/s1600-h/Desiiree%E2%98%85030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317929263692395522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/Sc0UfV8KNAI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/rgJbn6gOchw/s320/Desiiree%E2%98%85030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are my new wardrobe and study table! Nah, Fen, the photos that I promised.Haha!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-5397382533108641980?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/5397382533108641980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=5397382533108641980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/5397382533108641980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/5397382533108641980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/03/here-are-my-new-wardrobe-and-study.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/Sc0Ufm9VcUI/AAAAAAAAAXY/cAxfks9OXlQ/s72-c/Desiiree%E2%98%85031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-7887366017160461869</id><published>2009-03-26T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T11:48:39.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Supposed to go pay respects to my Ah gong and Ah ma this morning, but I'm having a terrible headache so in the end did not go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 12 pm, the wardrobe came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, it's so awesome! Finally a new wardrobe for me.It is those sliding door type and I love it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started packing in all my clothes and finished around 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my study table came.Heavy and small.But just nice for my room to accomodate this 2 new furnitures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everything, went back to sleep again.Woke up around 6.30pm, went to find Mum for some dinner at her workplace.Cycled as I'm so lazy to walk.Waited for Dad to come and went to SSC myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Giant to get some sanitary napkins.As I was paying money, there's this father and son behind me.I heard their conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Son : Papa, what is that Jie Jie buying ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Father : That is tissue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG?! The cashier was like laughing! Was it embarrassed or what? Tissue?! Did we girls put tissue at "there" ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickly paid money and walked away, with my face flushing red.I will always remember their face.Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home and played Audition and again, tomorrow will be a boring day again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-7887366017160461869?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/7887366017160461869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=7887366017160461869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/7887366017160461869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/7887366017160461869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/03/supposed-to-go-pay-respects-to-my-ah.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-5976265810010326331</id><published>2009-03-25T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T13:00:41.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So glad that I can have you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise that I will change, and make you love me more than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 3 plus today, packed and cleared up my wardrobe.Gosh, I do realised that I will have alot of un-worn clothes which are kept in there for so long abd left untouched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big bag cleared and I still feel that my new wardrobe won't be able to " tahan " all my clothes.No matter what, I so gonna squeeze everything in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met &lt;em&gt;him &lt;/em&gt;at 7 plus, chit-chatted a while at void deck.Talked about everything and the feeling came back.OMG.How good does it feel ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tee came to fetch me at 9, along with Ryan, Delia and Fen.Drove all the way to Ryan's house at Hougang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not wanted to go, but have already rejected Ryan and Fen loads of times, so, ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They played Mahjong for like 2 rounds and I'm so bored can.Watching them play and disturbing them sometimes, but overall is fun, except for the Mahjong part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tee drove me home as Fen is tired.So reached home about 3 and here I am, blogging about my boring day. ( You can choose not to read. (: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go pay respects to my Ah gong and Ah ma tomorrow, and and and, my new wardrobe and my new study table !! Longing for it to come !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-5976265810010326331?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/5976265810010326331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=5976265810010326331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/5976265810010326331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/5976265810010326331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-glad-that-i-can-have-you-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-3759066330725741943</id><published>2009-03-24T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T07:26:13.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am I losing you bit by bit ? I don't know, but I know I hate the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems to drift further away from you, and I don't really understand you anymore.You seems to be so scheming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is in a turmoil now.Empty yet so full with problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to walk down the streets, arm-in-arm, ignoring all the stares from unrelated people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really in the mood to go out anywhere, but still wishing for somebody who could brighten up my day to ask me out and make me forget about what I have been thinking all these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing games with friends whom I've not seen before, yet so close and truthful laughter, seemed to be the best solution, better than facing those people whom not very happy with me.At least they don't know what's happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's a bloody princess, throwing her temper around and make those people around her suffer.She likes to be bossy and nobody can stands her, not even her boyfriend who has tolerated again and again, with no complaints.Now she lingers in mid-air, hoping for people, especially him, who can pull her down and make her feel that living is all worth while again.Don't deny her of love, as love is the only thing that she is living on now.Not water, not food, but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.She's a perfectionist, but she's not perfect herself.She may not be the best, but she's giving the best that she could.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-3759066330725741943?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/3759066330725741943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=3759066330725741943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/3759066330725741943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/3759066330725741943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/03/am-i-losing-you-bit-by-bit-i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-9024594703622224952</id><published>2009-03-22T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T09:24:19.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling sleepy today, maybe it's the amount of beer I drank.Not alot, but enough to make my body feel hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually don't feel lke going out yesterday, got pulled out with Ryan, his girlfriend and Fen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to meet Fen around 10 plus and drove off to Odeon Towers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slacked at MacDonald's for a while, chit-chatting, while waiting for Ryan and company to come.Talked alot of things with, seems like never-ending things to talk between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came around 12 plus, Tee, Ryan, the girlfriend, Heng and the other guy I've never seen before.Went up to The Loof, but, full, not enough place for 7 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we spilt into 2 groups and drove off to a Thai disco pub, opposite People's Park.Reached there, closed.Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So went to Narciuss, also Thai disco pub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambience there not bad.Live band, Thai songs and good-looking people.Oh, I'm so realistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joked around and loads of jokes circulated around the table.Ordered 2 towers and got 1 free, Chang beer, not bad.For a bad drinker like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tee went hay-wired and kept asking me to drink.Couldn't take it no more and still asked me to drink.Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left there around 2.30am and Tee and Heng went to Dragonfly for their friend's birthday party there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Fen, Ryan, Delia and me went to Plaza Sing.I wanted to find &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home around 4 and feeling quite down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" I don't want to lose you.My tempers are bad, I demand too much and I treat people like my slaves.Can you forgive me? "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-9024594703622224952?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/9024594703622224952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=9024594703622224952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/9024594703622224952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/9024594703622224952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/03/feeling-sleepy-today-maybe-its-amount.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-7178990611155735448</id><published>2009-03-19T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T08:42:13.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Must really stop myself from playing Audition till so late everyday, stupid addiction!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Fiona, Yania and Tong.It has been a long time since I went out with them.Went Plaza Sing, slacking here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw all the crews workin at store, kinda miss them though.Missed working with them, missed all the jokes that we cracked, the complaints we beared during customer in and the small quarrels that patched up soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the only reason that I wanted to go back, but, working under a boss like that, no thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having nothing to do makes us feel so restless so we went back home around 7 plus.&lt;em&gt;He&lt;/em&gt; finished work at that time so we went home together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept through out in the train, both of us were so damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be meeting &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;, a long time since we spend time together.Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-7178990611155735448?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/7178990611155735448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=7178990611155735448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/7178990611155735448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/7178990611155735448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/03/must-really-stop-myself-from-playing.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-5457514622308729548</id><published>2009-03-16T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T11:29:42.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My muscles in my calves hurt, from all that walking yesterday.OMG.Dad says I walk like a duck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never go to IT fair again, unless I want to get something.Squeezing with people and I haven't got enough oxygen due to my height, all I could smell was just armpits, armpits and armpits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A disadvantage to my height.Tsk Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell asleep yesterday night, slept at around 12 plus.Amazingly is, I dreamt of a nightmare and got awaken up.Too scared to fall back asleep, I woke up and watched some movies in my lappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Connected" is a good show though. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went downstairs to buy some breakfast, the aunties there were like so shocked that I went down so early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued to watch some more shows on television and finally got tired and fell back asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed him, it's been a week since I ever met &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;.Wanted to meet up with &lt;em&gt;him &lt;/em&gt;tomorrow, but &lt;em&gt;he's&lt;/em&gt; waking up at 6 later, so I doubt &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; will stay as much as awake after&lt;em&gt; his&lt;/em&gt; class.But maybe I'll try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-5457514622308729548?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/5457514622308729548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=5457514622308729548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/5457514622308729548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/5457514622308729548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-muscles-in-my-calves-hurt-from-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-1479461053525819573</id><published>2009-03-14T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T10:29:52.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went back to the chalet yesterday, which is like not as fun as the day before.Not as much laughter.But overall, it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept at 6 in the morning, which I'm normally doing now.Imagine when I start school, OMG.Woke up at 6 in the evening and waited for Dad to come home to dine outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Sun Plaza, had our dinner at Xin Wang Hong Kong Cafe.The food there seriously s**k.OMG.Wasted like 30 bucks just to have a lousy dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teached Steph some Chinese on her 10 years series after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, will be starting on my new job tomorrow, which is only like 3 hours? Easy easy job, near to my house too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided not to go back to that place anymore, makes me feel so sick and tired.The people there can't be trusted anymore.They have taught me how cruel this world is and how weak can a human be.I'm not needed there anymore and I don't see the need for me to stay there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will probably be going back store next week to return my uniform.And after that, I WILL BE FREE.Muahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"YOU MAY THINK THAT YOU'VE SNATCHED AWAY MY EVERYTHING AND HAS EVERYTHING NOW.BUT ONE DAY YOU'LL REALISE THAT, ACTUALLY, YOU HAVE NOTHING."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-1479461053525819573?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/1479461053525819573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=1479461053525819573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/1479461053525819573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/1479461053525819573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/03/went-back-to-chalet-yesterday-which-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-3088121044628753121</id><published>2009-03-12T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T14:52:37.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I just knew a friend from Fen recently, Ryan, also known as Li Bing Jia.Ha!! He's such a crappy person!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went out with Fen and him today.I went over to YCK station and met up with Fen, then drove over to Hougang to fetch Ryan.He's so bloody full of crap and makes us laugh and laugh non-stop with his stories.Drove all the way to City Hall and went to The Loof.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chatted about his stories in his old days, fighting, doing stupid things like bullying people in the cinemas and many many more.So crappy!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that went to Downtown East to his friend's chalet.Actually only him wanted to go, but Fen wanted to go there to look at him play mahjong, so went there together with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was quite nervous actually, as I'm abnormally shy with strangers, which I don't know why also?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw his friends there, busy playing mahjong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Found out that this is actually a guy's birthday chalet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy birthday to whoever it is. (cause I didn't get to know the name) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went in the room, played cards with one of the guy whose not playing mahjong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then a commotion started among them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what it is, the guys all went out of the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't bother much about it, carried on to do with what we were all doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we went on to play mahjong.There's this guy called Daniel, he kept playing cheat!! Changed the tiles without us noticing, peeped at the tiles.Even changed the tiles twice, in front of my eyes!! Can't stand it, asked Ryan to help me finished up the round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon, all got bored playing with the majong, we started building prymaids out of the tiles, where mine always got knocked down by Ryan or Daniel.Tsk.Angry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But overall, being with them were comfortable.They got loads of jokes, where Fen and me were laughing like there's no tomorrow.Good friends, what I called.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe going back to find them tomorrow with her again.Looking forward to it. :)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: I found this picture from Youtube, titled as, "Scary sea creatures".And I found this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312421272213681474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SbmDACuGdUI/AAAAAAAAAXI/wkdI0Ef-BgY/s320/Desiiree%E2%98%85029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG? Doesn't this look like the guys' ***** ? Don't get it wrong okay, this truly is a sea creature, but I don't know what name is it.How amazing God is, to create this. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-3088121044628753121?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/3088121044628753121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=3088121044628753121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/3088121044628753121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/3088121044628753121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-just-knew-friend-from-fen-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iONu_LiOcvw/SbmDACuGdUI/AAAAAAAAAXI/wkdI0Ef-BgY/s72-c/Desiiree%E2%98%85029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-8248575128170781787</id><published>2009-03-10T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T11:24:05.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2nd puff of seesha today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Fen at YCK MRT station and drove off to Haji Lane.Couldn't find our way there and turned here and there.Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Settled down at the Reis Cafe again, took a place outside the cafe this time, and ordered the seesha with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;strawberry&lt;/span&gt; flavouring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time, is not as nice as the first time I went.The flavouring taste weird and not that very smooth at first, compared to &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;grape&lt;/span&gt;+&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;mint&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't smoke much though, she doesn't like the taste, although it's not very thick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She called her friend, Ryan, to come along as we got bored and wanted some moree company.So he cabbed down to Haji Lane on cab, as Fen kept on pestering him to come faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reached there about 8 and basically it's only me smoking, as the both of them don't quite like the taste.I just sat there quietly and smoked, answering Ryan's question once in while, laughing my arse off about what Ryan said, while puffing away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually Fen wanted to drive him back, but he said that he's going drinking with his friends at Odeon Towers, The Looof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, "isn't that the one I went with my Cynthia and company on my birthday?" Fen wanted to go as she has never been there before.So off we go to Odeon Towers, just beside Chijmes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was nervous at first, as I don't know all their friends and abit shy, the usual me.Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did a parallel parking!! At Odeon Towers!! In less than 5 minutes!! AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to what I was saying, we arrived there first and his 3 friends came later.They chatted hapily and siping their alcohol, whereas I was like sitting there, enjoying my coke.Ryan and the other friend called Ah Bao, or something like that, kept asking me questions, and they were quite friendly, actually.Felt comfortable with them actually, which is good.Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left that place about 10 plus and reached home at 11 plus.Quite tired but an enjoyable day. :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:I watched "Van Helsing just now on channel 5, and it's AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-8248575128170781787?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/8248575128170781787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=8248575128170781787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/8248575128170781787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/8248575128170781787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/03/2nd-puff-of-seesha-today-met-up-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039429277505021124.post-7680711698043080543</id><published>2009-03-09T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T10:18:00.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's is the day when he was born!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday Bao Bei!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really expect that he would wanted to go out with me today as last year his birthday wasn't spend with me.Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I woke up at 2pm and gave me a surprise by appearing at my doorstep when I opened the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't I be the one whose supposed to give him the surprise? Baddy bad bad me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He fell asleep on my bed while waiting for me to prepare, which is like so cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, at least to me he looks cute enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything done, went to Sun Plaza as he suggested that I should fill something with my tummy, which he expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiot. :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at the foodcourt and went to the library and read some books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to AMK hub after that to get a game of pool.And lost to him each round.Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just not on form today, cue ball always doesn't go the way I wanted it to be.He's pro at pool, I want him to teach me. :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually wanted to get some place nice to sit down and get him a slice of cake, but, couldn't find any, not even TCC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just settled with a slice of raspberry cake, which I feel abit guilty about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do much for him on his birthday, feel so bad about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will give him a better one next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Loads Of "aNtZ"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Li Hia a.k.a Desiree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039429277505021124-7680711698043080543?l=a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/7680711698043080543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5039429277505021124&amp;postID=7680711698043080543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/7680711698043080543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5039429277505021124/posts/default/7680711698043080543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-peek-into-my-heart.blogspot.com/2009/03/todays-is-day-when-he-was-born-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Desiree</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04161485148267248946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wrth0KBWPmU/Tb7Nf4WLB6I/AAAAAAAAAiE/E4TSv6BxxRQ/s220/MEMEME.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
