<?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-11196305</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:19:42.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>steftthestooftoong</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>223</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-2363424810438065722</id><published>2009-03-15T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:50:27.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love studyingg alone outside, especially at the outdoor part of starbucks at compass point. It's nice when there's no sun and its breezy. However, it rained today and I had to drag the table all the way to the other side...ultimate embarrassment while talking to michael. Its nice to just sit and watch the rain falling down, people rushing about their activities, cars driving by and water splashing. It's just niceeee to watchhh and then studying with my dearest shuffle. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-2363424810438065722?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/2363424810438065722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=2363424810438065722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/2363424810438065722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/2363424810438065722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-studyingg-along-outside.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-5452854085948131818</id><published>2009-03-13T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T05:19:36.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday friday friday. The weeks are passing so quickly. I must say, I'm happy this week cuz I've had quality and quantity time with my dears. Zouk with gf on wed. It was horrid but it was nice meeting people I've not seen in ages and we did have quite some good times together. Did nails with jo too and its always nice with her. As usual, out alternate thursdays at Liren's. I'm so glad for the both of them. Like really really glad. They seriously make my school days so much better. And I've decided, no more wasting of timee. It's gonna be study study study everydayyy! I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-5452854085948131818?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/5452854085948131818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=5452854085948131818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/5452854085948131818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/5452854085948131818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2009/03/friday-friday-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-3266010050109554905</id><published>2009-03-09T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T09:17:10.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Back to where we were, before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things got in the way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life gets so confusing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you know what you're loosing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why can't we&lt;/strong&gt;(you) &lt;strong&gt;see that there's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;More to love than we'll ever know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes you're closer when you're&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Letting go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish the best for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish the best&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-3266010050109554905?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/3266010050109554905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=3266010050109554905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/3266010050109554905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/3266010050109554905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-to-where-we-were-before-things-got.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-5053650958114721107</id><published>2009-03-07T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T08:44:50.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time to blog again after a long time. Firstly, mid terms are finally over! Somehow, mid terms this year was just so much more worse than last year's. But I managed to get through it and hope for the best. The past few days with the dearests were good. Celebration for Jon's birthday with the clique was fun as usual. There were some problems initially but I'm glad it all turned out well. As usual, our outings were filled with much fun, joy and as always, horrible laughters. They really do brighten up my terrible emo days and the nice talks I have with them : D I love you guys a lot! Studying with joooooo tmrrrr. The urge to just indulge and get myself buried deep in my work seems really good. At least it'll block me out from the reality of some stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-5053650958114721107?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/5053650958114721107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=5053650958114721107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/5053650958114721107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/5053650958114721107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2009/03/time-to-blog-again-after-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-8318988252211235528</id><published>2009-02-20T07:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T07:26:03.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've no idea what to feel now. Disappointed/sad/angry? I'm really puzzled and confused. I wish I had an answer to the question but right now, I don't. Trust trust trust. Privacy privacy privacy. Right now, this moment, my mind's a blank. I hope some answers will come tomorrow and I hope this whole phase ends soon. I'm pretty much drained and it's so queer how at this age, such can still be happening. Oh wells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-8318988252211235528?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/8318988252211235528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=8318988252211235528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/8318988252211235528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/8318988252211235528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-no-idea-what-to-feel-now.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-5963533486696883683</id><published>2009-02-17T04:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T04:29:48.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>trust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-5963533486696883683?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/5963533486696883683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=5963533486696883683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/5963533486696883683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/5963533486696883683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2009/02/trust.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-5428016945513128276</id><published>2009-01-31T05:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T05:23:52.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish to find true love and true happiness. Reciprocated two ways. Oh well. Breakfast a few days back with Louis was good. Catching up and telling each other stories was nice though quite depressing. I wish the best for us both. And I'll pray for you my dear friend. Rough times to get through and I'm glad I've got the 3 dears to tide me through. I love you three. You guys are all I ever need, other than my family and God. Ever ever. Much loveeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-5428016945513128276?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/5428016945513128276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=5428016945513128276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/5428016945513128276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/5428016945513128276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-wish-to-find-true-love-and-true.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-1286326967361467224</id><published>2009-01-24T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T08:58:03.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back to blogging as I'm bored. The dears are all mia so yeah. Nothing much to blog about though. Probably doing it just for the sake of it. Anyway to the loves who feel sucky with whatever problems you're going through, cheer up alrite, this terrible phase will soon be over. Pray to our dear father and He'll make a way. I'll be here for you no matter what : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has officially begin and econs is a total blur and a big question mark. To make it worse, I've got a really terrible timetable. ZZZZZ. Time to start mugging. and today marks a turning point in my life of 19+ years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-1286326967361467224?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/1286326967361467224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=1286326967361467224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/1286326967361467224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/1286326967361467224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-to-blogging-as-im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-9140829750686300512</id><published>2009-01-21T06:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T06:56:55.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This time, I wonder what it feels like, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To find the one in this life, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The one we all dream of, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But dreams aren't just not enough. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I'll be waiting for the real thing, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll know it by the feeling,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The moment when we're meeting, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will play out like a scene, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Straight off the silver screen, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I'll be holding my own breath, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right up 'til the end, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until the moment when, I'll find the one that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll spend forever with. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause nobody wants to be last one there, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone to love with my life in their hands, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's gotta be somebody for me like that, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause nobody wants to do it on their own, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And everyone wants to know they're not alone, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's Somebody else that feels the same somewhere, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's gotta be somebody for me out there&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-9140829750686300512?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/9140829750686300512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=9140829750686300512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/9140829750686300512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/9140829750686300512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-time-i-wonder-what-it-feels-like.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-6458794582146026564</id><published>2009-01-21T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T06:56:57.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This time, I wonder what it feels like, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To find the one in this life, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The one we all dream of, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But dreams aren't just not enough. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I'll be waiting for the real thing, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll know it by the feeling,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The moment when we're meeting, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will play out like a scene, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Straight off the silver screen, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I'll be holding my own breath, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right up 'til the end, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until the moment when, I'll find the one that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll spend forever with. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause nobody wants to be last one there, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone to love with my life in their hands, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's gotta be somebody for me like that, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause nobody wants to do it on their own, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And everyone wants to know they're not alone, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's Somebody else that feels the same somewhere, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's gotta be somebody for me out there&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-6458794582146026564?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/6458794582146026564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=6458794582146026564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/6458794582146026564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/6458794582146026564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-time-i-wonder-what-it-feels-like_21.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-7257569363812870576</id><published>2009-01-08T00:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T00:30:32.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally felt the urge to blog about the past few days since I haven't been blogging. Anyway, the last few days have been pretty eventful. First, chalet with the loves was absolutely great. I'm glad we decided to have it. It was a good time for us all to catch up and spend quality time with each other. Spending time with them is always fun and I'm really happy to have them for company in this phase of my life. Next was bidding. It kept us all busy during this whole period, monitering the bids and frantically finding modules for alternatives. Zouk last night with Sam was fun though I think I'm getting old. Felt so tired after the whole thing that all I wanted to do was crash on my bed. Oh well anyway school's starting so doubt there'll be much time to club. Somehow, we managed to have supper or rather breakfast at Jalan Kayu with Dennis. More biddingggg. The poor boy's down with chicken pox so no meet-ups till he finally recovers : (   Can't wait for it all to clear up! Take lots of care love! : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-7257569363812870576?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/7257569363812870576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=7257569363812870576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/7257569363812870576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/7257569363812870576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-finally-felt-urge-to-blog-about-past.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-2790671074490969343</id><published>2009-01-03T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T04:55:31.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First lesson of tuition today was pretty alright. Caught 7 Pounds today and there's one word to describe it: AWESOME. That show is officially my favourite movie now. The story line is just so good and touching and meaningful yet sad. It's a show I'll recommend people to watch. I must say that Will Smith's movies are always good but this has gotta be the best. It's quite sad and all but I absolutely love it cuz its just so meaningful. Met the parents for dinner since I'm not going to be around for the next few days. Prawning soonnnn, just waiting for the boy to comeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-2790671074490969343?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/2790671074490969343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=2790671074490969343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/2790671074490969343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/2790671074490969343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-lesson-of-tuition-today-was.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-2464811394173118824</id><published>2009-01-01T07:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T07:56:42.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jo inspired me to reflect on the whole year and so here it is since I've so much free time anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has been filled with many ups and downs, beginnings and endings of different phases in my life, closure and opening of new chapters. The most significant one was collecting a level results. It was the highlight of the year I suppose and it turned out to be pretty good and I'm glad for that. Next was entering another educational phase in my life, to university. New school and new friends. I did have a good start in uni with all the camps and getting to know new people. I'm really happy to have found such a great friends in Jo, Liren and Eric. They helped me survive school. Times with them are such lovely memories, be it studying, eating ice cream, htht or just pigging out. Not forgetting the old friends too, Jacinta, ah siao and Lizi. I must say that we've drawn closer than before, with all our outings, meeting ups, birthday celebrations and texting each other. My family has bonded quite a bit after all that has happened. Despite the tears and sadness, it has been quite a good year and it ended off quite well, when I met the boy. It may be too early to say anything's for sure but I must say you did feel up that void and emptiness with your cheery self and encouraging texts that has brought me through my difficult times. Spending the new year with you was really great. While ushering the new year and watching the fireworks, I felt really contented to be right there with you. I couldn't have asked for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord,&lt;br /&gt;thank you for answering my prayers,&lt;br /&gt;thank you for everything, be it good or bad,&lt;br /&gt;thank you for my wonderful friends and the dear boy,&lt;br /&gt;thank you for my lovely family.&lt;br /&gt;I love You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-2464811394173118824?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/2464811394173118824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=2464811394173118824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/2464811394173118824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/2464811394173118824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2009/01/jo-inspired-me-to-reflect-on-whole-year.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-7860820200524982493</id><published>2009-01-01T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T05:01:23.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy 2009 to everyone! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So quickly time has passed and we're all on to a new year already. 2008 really passed so quickly that I can remember all that has happened so clearly. It was a relatively good year I must say though I hope 2009 will be better. Last night was spent by Kallang river watching fireworks and playing sparklers with the loves. The drive through geylang in search of tau huay was really insightful! Then to the boy's new place to eat yummy fishball noodles and play bridge through the night. I really enjoyed myself last night with all of them. It was a quiet new year but nonetheless really fun! : ) Time to materialise my new year's resolution.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-7860820200524982493?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/7860820200524982493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=7860820200524982493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/7860820200524982493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/7860820200524982493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-2009-to-everyone-so-quickly-time.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-3438909181648399982</id><published>2008-12-29T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T08:59:17.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Days are spent with the boy, trying to think of more exciting things to do. Today we shopped for him again and had carls jr for lunch!  : ) yummy mushroommmms! Had crepes and cream and caught Bedtime Stories. It was such a nice show and I really enjoyed it! Except for the fact that this girl beside me was just so disgusting. First she sat with her legs crossed on the chair and she took off her shoes. and her feet was facing me on the arm rest. Towards the end of the show, she wore her shoes and put her leg on the seat. Like seriously, be a bit more considerate to other using the cinema. Such people should seriously be taught a lesson man. Tomorrow and the days to come are going to be fun! : ) Sentosa with the boy and bff tomorrow for some tanning! Like finally : ) And I hope all goes well for biddinggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally completed wz's xmas present and gave it to him today. Hope that he likes it. : ) Each day, the more I talk to him and the more I meet him and the more I skype with him, it all makes me fall more and more. Good or bad, I've no idea and I guess it's all too early to say. Only time can tell I guess. But for now, I'm enjoying times spent with him. We can just be ourselves and behave like kids without a care in the world. And thats what I like. We just laugh and do stupid things together without bothering about the rest of the world. Much love to you dear. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-3438909181648399982?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/3438909181648399982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=3438909181648399982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/3438909181648399982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/3438909181648399982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/12/days-are-spent-with-boy-trying-to-think.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-2995102833984693369</id><published>2008-12-26T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T06:24:35.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a few wonderful days with my dearest. I guess there's been slightly more confirmation to my feelings though I'm not sure if I'm ready for it yet. It feels stronger and I really want this to work out well, that I'll be sure I'm really into it. I know that with time and the grace of God, I'll be assured. All I need is more more more confirmation. Thank you for everything you've done for me! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today started out with my long awaited macs breakfast and then shn's place for monopoly and other old school games. : ) And chocolate fondue again! : D After that it was movieeee with the boy.loveeeesss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-2995102833984693369?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/2995102833984693369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=2995102833984693369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/2995102833984693369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/2995102833984693369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-been-few-wonderful-days-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-1588859694400898076</id><published>2008-12-25T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T08:30:07.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Merry Christmass to everyoneeee : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's christmas feels so much different from the past year's but oh well I guess it ended pretty well : ) Spent the eve at Tyler's eating and just having fun with the loveess. As usual, mummy did last minute shopping and headed for lunch at Uncle Leong's place. We had yummyyyy homecooked food. Talked and ate a lot there and watched mama mia before we headed back home. Met the boy and went to Mrs Chong's place with him and ate againnn, FONDUE! : D Oh well we had a good time there. Her kids are just so adorable! Came back home and opened all my presents. Not alot but enough to make me happy especially the piggy bank from my dear boy! : ) I really love it a lot. The kind that I wanted for so long though I could never find a nice one. And then there was royce chocolate too, all from my dearest boy : D Thanks love! And of course alot of other nice nice presents. But the best presents I received are the family and my loveees that God blessed me with. Thank you for being a part of my life! I love each one and every one of you! : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-1588859694400898076?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/1588859694400898076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=1588859694400898076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/1588859694400898076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/1588859694400898076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmass-to-everyoneeee-this.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-8563101651571569670</id><published>2008-12-21T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T09:18:10.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;John 15:13 (New International Version)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I learned today. The drama was really good, the cast, the lightings and the effects. I really enjoyed it and it was really really meaningful. Thought-provoking I guess. I'm really glad I went. Love, Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love God.&lt;br /&gt;I love Mummy and Daddy&lt;br /&gt;I love Sam and Sean&lt;br /&gt;I love David and Michael&lt;br /&gt;I love Jacinta and Bev&lt;br /&gt;I love Lizi&lt;br /&gt;I love the rest of the clique&lt;br /&gt;I love Jo&lt;br /&gt;I love Liren and Eric&lt;br /&gt;I heart my dear boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No words can express how I feel after the drama, other than the above. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was outing to the zoo : ) and I must say I did enjoyed myself though my leg's achingggg a hell lot nowww. More more more rest and a lazy day by the pool tomorrow with the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I feel so tired and no energy for after-midnight-mass activities. I just wanna go home and spend time with my dearest beddd. Time is passing so quicklyyyy....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-8563101651571569670?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/8563101651571569670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=8563101651571569670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/8563101651571569670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/8563101651571569670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/12/john-1513-new-international-version.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-577657878788543990</id><published>2008-12-17T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T08:44:33.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was suppose to be Ikea day with jo but the sun was just too good to resist so we ended up at sengkang pool after touring around sengkang, trying to find our way to Farmway via the LRT. The whole system is just so misleading! Anyway, the whole swimming complex is just so cool and I can't wait to go there when school for the kids start so it'll be empty. We tan for quite a while but to no avail. The sun just went in and out so we hardly got a tan. Home sweet home after that and just laze in bed with my laptop. Entertainment online from Amos made things better when I was feeling so bored and siann. And then the dear boy decided to be sweet and asked me out for tau huay : ) Like I did contemplate asking him to meet me but I wanted to wait for mummy and just while I was still contemplating, he beat me to it. Mummy came home when I was leaving so I felt better going out to buy tau huay for her : ) As usual, we had much laughter, a bit too much sometimes that we end up disturbing others. Oh well its always fun with my favourite boy : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-577657878788543990?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/577657878788543990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=577657878788543990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/577657878788543990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/577657878788543990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-was-suppose-to-be-ikea-day-with-jo.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-3784090779496214307</id><published>2008-12-16T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T09:21:34.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's so much to blog about but I'm just too lazy. Firstly, I've accomplished my task! I never thought I'd ever get started but I finally did and completed washing the toilet! : ) Not as sparkling clean as I hoped it would be but still, it's a start! : ) Mummy was the supervisor and she made me re-wash the whole floor with soap powder! But oh well, it's finally done! : ) Christmas is fast coming and I can't wait though I'm hardly done with the presents. Sorry guys! I can't wait to spend more more more special time with my dearests. Oh and I finally collected my laptop! And changed to green and white braces. No red for me, sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending time with you really puts a smile on my face. The way we fool around with each other and laughing without a care about anything else. Thank you for the yummy tang yuan : ) You really make my day each day. I really hope things will work out well. And now I'm talking to you online and I'm smiling so stupidly. This is how much you change my mood, my favourite boy : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-3784090779496214307?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/3784090779496214307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=3784090779496214307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/3784090779496214307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/3784090779496214307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/12/theres-so-much-to-blog-about-but-im.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-9183807480139729820</id><published>2008-12-13T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T09:45:15.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a lazy bumming day. Lunch with jo and my family at Funan. Finally sent my laptop for repair with the power of 3 years warrantyy! : ) We window shopped quite a bit and settled down for drinks and a cosy afternoon. Wrote some letters for special people and read "The last lecture". It was such a nice afternoon with her. Left to meet the parents supposedly for dinner but we were all too full to eat so I went to meet gf in town. I got there early and sat at orchard station for almost an hour with my best companion, my ipod and just people-watched. Somehow I just felt so down and moody, I've no idea why. Just felt like being in my own world. Everyone was busy and couldnt reply my texts so it just got worse. I guess after meeting gf, it did get better though now, its back to before, moodless. We spent the night roaming the roads of orchard aimlessly, stopped here and there to listen to nice music. I lovelovelove christmas carols. We sat down and just people watched. I had a really late dinner and for some reason, I didnt have appetiete. It's been happening for days and I really wonder why. After dinner, we sat outside cine and just people-watched again. Today just seems like such a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my parents. They really crack me up sometimesss. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-9183807480139729820?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/9183807480139729820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=9183807480139729820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/9183807480139729820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/9183807480139729820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-was-lazy-bumming-day.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-6405955303337388938</id><published>2008-12-12T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:51:31.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The three days of grief. I'm glad it's all over. It began on that particular wed morning and after that, everything moved so quickly, it was a blur. I shan't go into details but I want to thank all those who've been there for me during this period. I guess this marks a watershed and i hope the family pulls closer together from this incident onwards. The disputes were nonetheless inevitable but I hope everyone eventually overlook it all and bond together. Each time I close my eyes, images of the happenings are still clear in my mind. I guess the whole thing's rather insightful and it opened my eyes to a lot of new things. I'm glad he has gone home to rest with the dear Lord and he's eased from all the suffering. Really hope mummy gets better and she stay strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met the dear boy at night for dinner and supposedly shopping for him but ended up buying nothing. We couldnt find century egg porridge for me so I just settled for fish soup : ) good enough though. Walked walked walked and had tau huay and then home sweet homeee. I received a text which put a big smile on my face. thanks love : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-6405955303337388938?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/6405955303337388938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=6405955303337388938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/6405955303337388938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/6405955303337388938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/12/three-days-of-grief.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-2412461982203412111</id><published>2008-12-08T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:26:42.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I.am.really.bored. It's funny how we whine about exams being too stressful and being too  busy and when the hols are here, we whine about being too boredand having nothing to do. Maybe if i had money, I wouldnt be this boredddd. I need a job and some moneyyyy or else I'll die next year mann. My body is really weirdddd. I've no idea how I could sleep at about 4am and still wake up automatically at 7am. Anyway I just realised what I want to blogged about: immatured young girls who really need to grow up. Being so possessive over your boyfriends won't ever change anything or get them back. Girls use to complain about guys and all but now, I see for myself how girls can be just as bad and I guess its mainly girls of that age. Gosh like grow up man. Ok this is really boringg. Time to flip the papers for a job...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-2412461982203412111?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/2412461982203412111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=2412461982203412111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/2412461982203412111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/2412461982203412111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/12/i.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-6418374046768374335</id><published>2008-12-08T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T11:27:08.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's freaking 3 plus am in the morning and I'm still awake with my legs achingggg. Today's a good and bad day. Woke up for some really queer interview which I dont wish to talk about. Thank goodness for jo's mum. Met wz after that and town a bit and I received an urgent call. Kinda messed things up a bit but I guess its a blessing in disguise. I hope God makes the decision soon. Take him home to reunite with you Lord. Nice dinner with almost the whole family. : ) Met david for a bit to hang out and I must say I do feel for him. Young girls these days...really need to grow up. I'm glad I'm over that phase already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your texts really puts a smile on my face. and now I'm waiting for my hair to dry cuz you can't come at 3 am to dry it for me and I can't sleep cuz you'd nag for sleeping with wet hair. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-6418374046768374335?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/6418374046768374335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=6418374046768374335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/6418374046768374335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/6418374046768374335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-freaking-3-plus-am-in-morning-and.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-1371151071378180249</id><published>2008-12-06T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T07:06:45.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These two days have been really good and fun ones : ) Out with jojojo then accompanied her for dental and we cycled to ecp. It was a rather good workout and photos photos photos at bedok jetty. The weather and all was perfect and pretty! Cycled back for dinner then ICC! :D After that it was putting up of the pretty snowy white christmas tree. We had a lot of fun and laughter in the process, all the stupid photos and decorationss. The dear girl did for me french manicure : ) and we went for chunk fest with wz. The whole thing was rather norma but I guess the rain dampened it all. Oh well, the company was good though : ) Walked around a bit and then to meet Woon Teck for dinner and catching up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me happy each day somehow in very simple ways though I dont think you ever know it. It's so difficult to trust though I know I should sometimes. I really hope its heading in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Jo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is just for you when you finally see it. I know you've been going through some shitty moments and all but fret not cuz I'm here for you and I always will. If any time, you should ever feel lonely, I'll be here to provide the company. I can't do anything to improve the situation but I'm always more than willing to lend you dumbo (as what you call it) ears, spend time and provide company whenever you should feel lonely. Remember to be strong and have faith in God cuz He loves you and will do what's best for you. Trust in Him alrite. I love you jo dearrrrrr. Dont be sadddd alrite. Things will turn out fine : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-1371151071378180249?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/1371151071378180249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=1371151071378180249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/1371151071378180249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/1371151071378180249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/12/these-two-days-have-been-really-good.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-1352442740793838318</id><published>2008-12-04T18:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T18:58:00.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The past few days have been spent rotting and lazing around. Wednesday was a bumming day with Jo and then to town to meet affair and the three of us just sat at kfc, chatting and stoning while waiting for my phone to charge. Bev came after that. Jo and I left to meet lizi and shan then off to zouk. Met Liren and his friends and that kiasu uncle liren is just so funny. It was really packed and the crowd was just so zzzz. I'm glad for the good company. We just had our own fun which was cool enough. Came home and slept like a log till 1 plus in the noon. Accompanied Jo to make her atm card but again, the bank closed. I left after that and caught wild child with wz. Not too bad a show and I quite enjoyed it. Came home and slept again after dinnerrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-1352442740793838318?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/1352442740793838318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=1352442740793838318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/1352442740793838318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/1352442740793838318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/12/past-few-days-have-been-spent-rotting.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-7779878032438286253</id><published>2008-12-02T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T19:09:28.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exams are finally OVER! I'm so gladdddd! It's like a load off my shoulders. Time for the 'after exams do this do that" plans to materialise. I really hope the Bintan plans go through. Tonight's zouk with the loveees. I'm looking forward to it. Having a good time with them all over again WITHOUT the studying. : ) jo's first. I'm happy I finally packed my wardrobe and now the clothes are all neatly folded and stacked up nicely instead of spilling out of my wardrobe. The dresses are all sorted out and hung up nicely : ) and now I'm so bored while waiting for jo to comeee. Somehow when I finally have all the time in the world to sleep, I've no mood for it. This.is.weirddd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-7779878032438286253?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/7779878032438286253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=7779878032438286253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/7779878032438286253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/7779878032438286253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/12/exams-are-finally-over-im-so-gladdddd.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-5338115969052736863</id><published>2008-11-29T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T08:35:41.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love my God. That's to sum it all up. I've never felt closer to Him than I do now. He gives me hope when all hope's lost. I know I'll be lost without Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Daddy,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all that you've done for me.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for giving me a chance to be closer to you.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for tiding me through bad times&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for blessing me with such a wonderful family.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for blessing me with such loving and caring friends whom I can count on&lt;br /&gt;I love You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-5338115969052736863?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/5338115969052736863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=5338115969052736863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/5338115969052736863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/5338115969052736863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-8895800689562169014</id><published>2008-11-25T07:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T07:35:21.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I've been posting so often about exams and studying but it is really irritating the shit out of me! Who ever said uni was not so stress and quite relaxed. That.person.is.mad! or rather deluding himself or herself. I'm so so sick of studying. The workload is really too much. Like yes, I'm grateful for the fact that I got into this school but sometimes you wonder, is it all worth it? This.is.badddd. Hurry finishh and go awayy pleaseeeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-8895800689562169014?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/8895800689562169014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=8895800689562169014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/8895800689562169014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/8895800689562169014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-know-ive-been-posting-so-often-about.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-7861605464313346337</id><published>2008-11-24T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T07:28:46.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;dear stef,i really look forward to studying with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;on days that i study at home i feel so ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because i've got no one to listen to my nonsense,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;l&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;ike you know our fast forward 100 years plans&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and how we'll meet in heaven and everything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its amazing how we are, i really thank God for you (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thankyou for being there for me whether im (: or ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for letting me laugh at you and with you.i love you so much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you jo : ) I love you too. It really touched me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love my God and I'm so glad for Him and all He has done for me. I'm glad I was baptized and grew up in a catholic environment despite those times of the past when I was immatured and dread going to church.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-7861605464313346337?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/7861605464313346337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=7861605464313346337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/7861605464313346337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/7861605464313346337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/11/dear-stefi-really-look-forward-to.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-7972575873750906531</id><published>2008-11-24T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T06:37:55.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School.is.driving.me.mad. Rewind back to about 6-7 months ago, I can still remember looking forward to school beginning, all ready to study hard and then somehow, after some time, the engine in me just disappeared and POOF! I hate studying now. Not that I hate, I don't mind studying but exams are just bad. Studying today was really terrible. I felt so so terrible and stupid that I could've just break down and cry. It's always when it's too late that I realised but each time, I realise even more and I am going to make sure I study really hard and earlier next time. SIGH. I just feel like curling up in bed and sleep forever : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wrote this for my prettiest friend &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who while trying not to prove that I care &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trying not to make all my moves in one motion and scare her away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well she can't see she's making me crazy now &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't believe she knows she's amazing how &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She has me holding my breathe &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I'd never guess that I'm a none such unsuitable, suited for her &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know that I should be brave &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even pretty can be seen by the blind &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know that I cannot wait &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until the day we finally learn how to find each other &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Redefining open minds &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad for the friends I have, for all their encouraging words and spurring me on despite me feeling so dejected about it all.&lt;br /&gt;Jo- for all the times when we're studying and I get all frustrated with stuff that I dont understand and for all the help and notes she's shared with me.&lt;br /&gt;Lizi- for encouraging me and being the optimistic voice when I see it all as so bleak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Call on the name of the Lord and be saved.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-7972575873750906531?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/7972575873750906531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=7972575873750906531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/7972575873750906531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/7972575873750906531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/11/school.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-8945381011596993315</id><published>2008-11-22T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T23:22:40.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These few days have been bad with studying. I feel so trapped studying for stupid exams. They should just ban it. I can't wait for it all to be over. I am never ever ever going to choose history or any of such modules. Why don't they ever learn from their mistakes. Isn't that the main point of studying history. First WWI then they dont learn and it results in WWII. Totally crap man. All these people of the past. Gosh. I totally miss the first 2 masses so got to go for evening one. : (    And the weather is making me feel sleepy despite having slept till like 12 plus. Urghhh. Just one more week and two days. Please hurry pass and let me get through it. Yesterday was quite funnn. Had dinners at Bedok and the food there is so good! : D I'm so going back to eat my desert. Long bus ride back home and much laughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-8945381011596993315?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/8945381011596993315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=8945381011596993315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/8945381011596993315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/8945381011596993315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/11/these-few-days-have-been-bad-with.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-8898309193443176462</id><published>2008-11-20T06:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T06:26:49.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is kind of random but yea just felt like it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love love love love my friends A LOT!&lt;br /&gt;Jacinta&lt;br /&gt;Beverley&lt;br /&gt;Lizi&lt;br /&gt;Shan&lt;br /&gt;JieRong&lt;br /&gt;Jon&lt;br /&gt;Jo&lt;br /&gt;Tyler&lt;br /&gt;Liren&lt;br /&gt;Eric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had such a fantastic 19th birthday this year all thanks to them. They make me feel so loved and I've no idea what I'd do without them. Ok I don't know how else to express my love and gratitude for them but yea. They really complete my life : D I love you guys so so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-8898309193443176462?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/8898309193443176462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=8898309193443176462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/8898309193443176462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/8898309193443176462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-kind-of-random-but-yea-just.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-7596829952033757741</id><published>2008-11-19T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T07:50:22.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My.brain.is.seriously.saturated.and.almost.dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studied the whole day at T3 with jo and gf and now I feel sickly. I'm so so screwed for exams. This is so terrible and it seems worse than A's. I just had to blog about this as its so so funny, jo, as usual and her nonsense which never fails to crack me up : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: u know last sun during homily, i realised smth, a really optimistic way of looking at things when someone close to you passes away&lt;br /&gt;S: u think of the person as reuniting with God&lt;br /&gt;S: then i was just talking to wz about it and he told me smth he saw&lt;br /&gt;S: he saw this tombstone at some war memorial whcih stated "we love and honour this soldier but the Lord loved him more, thus calling this soldier home to rest"&lt;br /&gt;J: thats what they always say, so and so was called home to be with the Lord (:&lt;br /&gt;J: &lt;strong&gt;i can imagine god using the telephone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-7596829952033757741?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/7596829952033757741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=7596829952033757741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/7596829952033757741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/7596829952033757741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/11/my.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-9004030513436245897</id><published>2008-11-17T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T04:45:35.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was spent studying with Jo at Starbucks at Suntec with javaaaaa chippppp. I'm so so in love with it. Ok I always liked it but today, it really brightened my day. Finally photocopied my EU notes. I reached Hougang early so went to do my brows first and then dinner with the family. We ate fish head curry! YUMMY! but fatty : ( And I must say, my sister is a bimbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stef: I prefer practical stuff la&lt;br /&gt;Sam: hmm? like test tubes? or bunsen burner? conical flask? beaker?&lt;br /&gt;Stef: HAHAHA yea right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She.is.a.mad.bimbo man! So much for being 21. Now its back to more studying. I must say, the people in my family are all maddd people with nonsense comments, especially daddy.gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel happy that my faith's getting stronger. Despite being a catholic for my whole life, my faith never felt as strong as it is now. I know that He will never forsake me and I will always have someone to turn to when I feel that all hope's lost. I love You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-9004030513436245897?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/9004030513436245897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=9004030513436245897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/9004030513436245897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/9004030513436245897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-was-spent-studying-with-jo-at.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-1525994695176602060</id><published>2008-11-15T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T10:47:12.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a good day : ) I was suppose to wake up at 11 and go for service at 1 but I only woke up at about 1 so totally missed it. When I finally got up, I recalled mummy telling me about the phone offer though I wasnt sure if it was a dream or reality so I asked her and yea it was true. Immediately, I went to wash up and all, had yummy homecooked lunch at Auntie Maria's place and headed to compass point with mummy. Finally got my F480 after so longgg : ) The wait was definitely worth it!  We headed for service after that and then dinner with the classmates. Thank goodness for gf, if not I think I wouldn't have survived the guys' boring army talks and being the only girl there. We had a hell lot of food at chompchomp but it was all so yummy, and then ice cube for desert : ) Went to liquid kitchen after that and just chilled there, drank, pool and played bluff. It was all really fun, the laughter and company. Some things happened and its making me smile though I really hope it turns out well. Reality just hit me about what I'm getting myself in to. It's all going to be serious. I feel a lil skeptical but I really really hope everything goes well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-1525994695176602060?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/1525994695176602060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=1525994695176602060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/1525994695176602060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/1525994695176602060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-was-good-day-i-was-suppose-to.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-5227300052298086330</id><published>2008-11-10T09:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T09:21:52.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>End of it all. The night of truth and the end of hopes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-5227300052298086330?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/5227300052298086330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=5227300052298086330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/5227300052298086330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/5227300052298086330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/11/end-of-it-all.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-8679944797750918046</id><published>2008-11-09T05:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T06:04:53.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was suppose to wake up for 8.30 mass, go swimming and then study but being the piggish me, I chose to sleep in and went for mass at 11. I think God decided to teach me a lesson for being lazy-attending a longer mass, confirmation mass. I had no idea it was going to be a confirmation mass and to make things worse, it was so crowded and there was no seats. Michael and I ended up standing for the whole thing. Had lunch with him then studied at Starbucks for the rest of the day. The power socket wasn't working at all so halfway through, my laptop died. Then again, I guess it was good for me because it meant productive studying which I did. Read finish econs and continued a bit of SSA. Met mummy and got a lift homeee. I feel happy today : ) studying, entertaining text with my loves and someone. : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-8679944797750918046?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/8679944797750918046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=8679944797750918046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/8679944797750918046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/8679944797750918046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-was-suppose-to-wake-up-for-8.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-2053820332282198705</id><published>2008-11-08T07:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T07:47:15.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was spent with the two dearest, affair and ah siao. We had breakfast at Macs. : ) yummy hotcakes and shopped a tiny bit before heading to starbucks at centrepoint to study. Unfortunately today was a really unproductive studying day. We spent the time just talking about random stuff and Bev left at 2 plus for dance. I swear, affair was just seriously retarded today man. I told her to guess someone and instead of guessing, she made me guess and say the name out to check if it was the same one she had in mind. After a few hours, she finally said she didnt know so I just told her and she dared to say "I knew it". I could've just killed her man. But nonetheless, I still love her : ) Too bad she cant give me any comments yet like how she did with someone else. Oh well, I guess time will tell. Service with the family and we saw Darien. His face is blur as ever. Dinners after that at Newton. : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if it's heading in that direction. It's still early to say but I hope something good comes out of it. oh well. I hope I dont fall hard if its not meant to be. Gosh I should just stop thinking so much. Thoughts of you... a bit too early? I've no idea. You seem perfect to me. texts texts and more texts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrite back to studyingg. Finally decided to go swimming tomorrow and then study after that at starbucks! : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-2053820332282198705?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/2053820332282198705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=2053820332282198705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/2053820332282198705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/2053820332282198705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-was-spent-with-two-dearest-affair.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-2817151952894399917</id><published>2008-11-07T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:10:09.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel annoyed with myself. Last night, I was contemplating whether to give Lit a miss but decided to go since they were starting on Hiroshima Mon Armour and I read it already. However, this morning, stupid me kept pressing away the alarm and ended up sleeping till Jo called me at about 9. I swore, I could've just killed myself. Eventually, I went school later and met her at about 12 plus. SSA lecture then off to her place. We had ICC before heading to her house and I must say, never before have I felt so happy eating ice cream than today. She kept laughing at me just because I ate it so much faster than her. But for some reason, it just made me really happy. Napped a while before Ivan came and pick us up for dinner at Chomp Chomp. The three of us together=madness and non-stop laughing. After dinner, he dropped me home and the next thing I knew, Jo was calling me to go down. The two of them were really up to something funny, driving aimlessly around Punggol and Ivan was trying to irritate the shit out of me. Annoying him man but anyway eventually we drove to affair's house and stayed there for a while in the car to chill before we all decided that we were too tired and headed back home. Things are getting better. I text gf today and we started talking better. Tomorrow I'm gonna study with jacinta and ah siao. Like finally meetin ah siao after such a long long time. And Monday will be Nights in Rodanthe with gf. I'm glad I can finally catch it and with her as originally planned. :D so I'm glad things are starting to look better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-2817151952894399917?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/2817151952894399917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=2817151952894399917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/2817151952894399917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/2817151952894399917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-feel-annoyed-with-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-7909643952341712074</id><published>2008-11-06T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T08:52:58.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Great fun today with the 3 loves. First, I dropped by shell's place to drop off and pick up the stuff. Thankfully, all went well so I got on 32 to meet Jo and I can't believe I missed Roxy Square! Stupid blur me. But with concession, anything's possible! so I took a bus back. We did nails and cut hair. The woman screwed up my hair but apparently, it looks the same so thats fine. Affair decided to come and she was happy and I was happy! : D We headed to Parkway and walked around while waiting for the dear boy. I'm glad he came. Its always nice to be with them. We had a horrible lunch and shopped a lil. Bought stripey shorts from cotton on as they were having sale. Today's bad, not studying feels weird. I'm looking forward to tomorrow and the weekends!  :D I received a phone call while sleeping and it kind of messed things up a lil. But I guess amendments were made and things went back to normal, or in fact, better. We had quite a long talk and his tone changed. I'm glad for that. I found out some things that I never knew and I must say its heartwarming to know it all. As what they always say, it's better to have loved and lost than to have not loved at all. I love you shell, I really do and I mean it in every sense of the word. Don't ever doubt it. I'm really happy for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-7909643952341712074?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/7909643952341712074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=7909643952341712074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/7909643952341712074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/7909643952341712074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/11/great-fun-today-with-3-loves.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-5151963428347205593</id><published>2008-11-05T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T10:11:28.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back home and stuck in my cosy corner and I just suddenly thought of things. On the bus back to TH, I thought back to the trip to genting in march. The long bus rides at night and the pretty night lights, listening to the music on gf's itouch. It was all so fun just being away from this city, going there to scream our lungs out on the rides, shopping, eating and just having the time of our lives. I can't wait to go overseas again, anywhere will do. I really miss Genting, the fun I had there and the company. We were so carefree with no worries. I really hope the plans to Bintan or Tioman gets materialise. It'd be great company and great fun. I really really hope to go, the marine life and all, relieve my unrealistic dream of a marine biologist. And then I realised how these days, I've been looking forward to meeting affair. As we all grow older, we just become so caught up with our own lives and we tend to be too busy for others. Meeting up with her each time now never fail to make me happy. I'm always really looking forward to seeing her, all our updating and bitching sessions. I miss the good old times and how I wish I could turn back the hands of time, back to when we were all young, carefree and just having fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-5151963428347205593?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/5151963428347205593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=5151963428347205593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/5151963428347205593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/5151963428347205593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-home-and-stuck-in-my-cosy-corner.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-4398928589120169337</id><published>2008-11-05T07:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T07:19:04.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Home sweet homee. Finally back after three days and the first thing my dad said to me just made me laughed a lot. I stepped into the house and first, he smiled at me. Like ok, thats what he always does. I can't remember what he said but after that, he said "aiya you never come home for so long that I can't remember how you look like". Gosh, I'm sure man. Seeing me grow up for 19 plus years and just when I'm gone for only 3 days, he can't recognise me. He and his nonsense. And just a while ago, he walked into the room...&lt;br /&gt;dad: did y'all hear....&lt;br /&gt;stef and sam: what?&lt;br /&gt;stef: the election?&lt;br /&gt;dad: yea, Obama won. And what if he says "HAHA! now that I'm the President, I'm going to reveal the truth that I'm Osama's cousin!"&lt;br /&gt;stef and sam: yea we're sure la. The whole country will probably just overthrow him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that's my dad. He can actually think of stuff like that. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda looking forward to tomorrow yet dreading it. I hope all goes well and my feelings don't let me down man. I really want to get it over and done with. Ok stef, tell yourself you're strong. Right I am. I'm going to get it all over and done with and get on with my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-4398928589120169337?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/4398928589120169337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=4398928589120169337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/4398928589120169337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/4398928589120169337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/11/home-sweet-homee.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-9145506200368569077</id><published>2008-11-04T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T05:14:26.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I swear, for all the stereotypes that people say we wrongly have, here are all the evidences to prove them wrong. I won't mention which group of people I'm referring to but this was what happened which really pissed me off. Jo and I were just studying peacefully in one of the discussion rooms in the library. We have every right to here because we went through the proper processes of booking the room all the way till 9.30pm. Just at about 8.55pm, some guy, from a particular group just came into our room and said we had to leave as the library's closing, blah blah blah. Apparently, we knew it was a prank and we just said uh huh yea ok. He and another guy has been hanging around by the tables outside the room just doing nothing. I swear, these people really have nothing better to do. Anyway he came in again at about 9.03 or so and said he's from the staff and we have to go blah blah blah. I just stared at him and he laughed a bit. After a while, we just looked away and he was left at the door looking like an idiot and then he closed the door after that. Like what is wrong with such people. First they harrassed us and claim that we've to leave when we know we got every right to be in the room. Like seriously, get a life man. People like "them" deserve to be stereotyped against. Initially, there was no concrete evidence that they affected us but now this is one big example to prove and justify the stereotype. And I just remembered one more at the night race with Lizi. One of them tried to be funny and ask if he could share the stools with us. It ws so disgusting as we knew he was just trying to get close to us or something. And he dared to say there wasn't anymore stools when both lizi and I knew there was more than enough by the stalls. Like seriously, just stop harrassing people man and go get a life if you're so free. Such people just disgusts me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-9145506200368569077?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/9145506200368569077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=9145506200368569077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/9145506200368569077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/9145506200368569077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-swear-for-all-stereotypes-that-people.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-3937036622573091838</id><published>2008-11-04T03:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T04:00:41.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One step at a time</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;We live and we learn to take&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One step at a time,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's no need to rush&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's like learning to fly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or falling in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's gonna happen and it's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;supposed to happen that we&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;find the reasons why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;one step at a time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying in the library again till 9 or so. And we jsut figured out how to book the discussion rooms so most likely it's gonna be my new hangout. It's really nice and conducive to study in the library especially the discussion rooms as there's power plugs and a big table. Exams are coming really sooonn and it's freaking me out. There's still so much more to cover and even if I mug like mad, I doubt its gonna be enough. There're so many things to do, people to meet but yet I know that all has to wait till 2nd Dec. Studying seems to be fun sometimes but the exams are so unpredictable. Back to more studying and dinner soon with Jo and Liren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things just makes me wanna go urgh. I did try to sort and settle it all but somehow, after so many days, the problem just drags and it's really draining me to the point that I've decided not to do anything anymore. All the unreplied text. Like what's the point in me keeping on trying when it's not reciprocated. I never knew such things could happen between friends. According to someone, "since when did friendships become so complicated" andI totally agree with that. I'm just letting time pass to see if anything changes. If thrashing things out does not work then I've no idea what will. I've.had.enough.There's.only.a.limit.to.my.tolerance. I do treasure my friendships that's why I'm bothered. It's just that my never-ending load of work and revision is drowning me.So.please.get.that.right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-3937036622573091838?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/3937036622573091838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=3937036622573091838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/3937036622573091838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/3937036622573091838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-step-at-time.html' title='One step at a time'/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-1718847820583134324</id><published>2008-11-03T09:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T09:57:58.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up relatively early today and lug all my things to school. Staying in Liren’s room with jo for the next 3 days. The dear boy’s always so nice to let us, letting us sleep in his room, print notes and whatever else. It’s gonna be three hardcore mugging days if all goes as planned. And we just found out that the library’s going to be open almost 24/7 with 45 minutes interval so most likely I’ll study there more often. The idea of staying in hall is becoming more and more appealing though I think I’ll have to wait till next sem. It’s so convenient to stay within school compound and it feels good sometimes, makes you think less about other stuff. But I think I’ll feel homesick so I’m still considering and applying is one thing while getting it is another. Studied till like 10 in the library then  late dinner together with may and we had htht. Back to studying now and more studying till Dec...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-1718847820583134324?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/1718847820583134324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=1718847820583134324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/1718847820583134324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/1718847820583134324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/11/woke-up-relatively-early-today-and-lug.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-1207600516216618040</id><published>2008-11-02T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T06:49:52.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Studied at Kovan today with the affair. I miss her and wished I was free enough to meet her more often.All the bitching sessions we have. Certain things happened and it kinda screwed up my day. I shan't mention what but I just hope some people understand my situation and how frustrated I am with things as they already are. Gave in and went to mama's house for Darien's one year old mini cutting cake celebration. He is just so adorable and Cheyanne too. Spent quite a bit of time there just playing with the two of them. How I wish I was free enough to go over more often to spend time with them. That boy is always so eager and happy to get out of the house. He took a mouthful of the cake and kept wanting more. He's really really cute man. Chatting with the naughty girl was pleasant as always because she's so honest and child-like, it makes you feel sad about the real world out there. Anyway being at mama's house and singing the kids play brings back fond memories of how the cousins all usually gather there after school or on various occasions. We always had such fun together and now we've all grown old. Nonetheless, I'm glad I still feel the bond that exists between us all though we're all so busy with our own lives. Last night, Sean was being retarded. He walked into our room and asked if the window was open and I wondered why'd he ask such a question. After that, he saw that it was closed and said "no wonder, the beetle came to visit my room" and just now on the way back, mum actually told us something that he did the night before-talking to a beetle. It was just so hilarious the way she described it but I can so imagine Sean saying what he said to the beetle. What a funny boy he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope things are getting better from today onwards and I'm looking forward to the next three mugging days in school with dearest jo, though I'll miss home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-1207600516216618040?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/1207600516216618040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=1207600516216618040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/1207600516216618040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/1207600516216618040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/11/studied-at-kovan-today-with-affair.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-437257107534909455</id><published>2008-11-01T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T08:53:15.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally done with Lit. What a relief! though I think the whole essay is rubbish. No more Prospero, Miranda, Ariel and Caliban! Slogged the whole day, wrecking my brains trying to think of how to write the essay and finally its done! I must say, the outdoor part of Starbucks at Suntec is really nice to study at, despite the fact that there's no power socket. Hearing the multiple and continuous sounds of "vrooooommm" is just so therapeutic.Like you see and hear 5 to 6 or more lambos go by. I want a red lambo or ferrari : (&lt;br /&gt;My laptop finally died on me so we shifted to Marina and stayed there till dinner time. Window shopped a bit and then dinner. Gonna take a break for tonight and think about what to pack for tmr and for the 3 hardcore days to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to tmr, counting down the hours in fact...to meeting my dear affair. : D Makes me happy thinking I'll finally be meeting her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-437257107534909455?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/437257107534909455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=437257107534909455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/437257107534909455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/437257107534909455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/11/finally-done-with-lit.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-7273805176637216595</id><published>2008-10-31T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T08:13:50.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School today was a bore but I'm happy to have been able to pay attention in Lit and take down notes. Got back lecture test and I did better than the previous one though not good enough for myself. Read "Waiting for the Barbarians" while waiting for Jo and it's really sick, the descriptions and all. I'm only reading it for the sake of Lit. It's not as captivating as "Hiroshima Mon Amour" and "The Bluest Eye". Sat down at the deck and people watched for a while before heading for SSA. SSA lectures are always that logical and makes a lot of sense. Thought-provoking though. Napped a while and off to meet Michael for mass. It's All Saints' Day today. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-7273805176637216595?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/7273805176637216595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=7273805176637216595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/7273805176637216595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/7273805176637216595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/10/school-today-was-bore-but-im-happy-to.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-1577632905348645681</id><published>2008-10-30T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T05:51:01.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm happy and satisfied with a good night's sleep of about 10 hours. Overslept by about an hour when I was actually suppose to wake up at 9. Had a nice pleasant bus ride to the airport to meet Jo. We finally got our "Waiting for the barbarians", had a yummilious brunch and off to McDonalds to do our Lit assignment. Manage to get some stuff and quote out so I guess we just gotta link and piece everything together. After about 4 hours, I suddenlyhad a terrible headache and that was when the productivity level went down. For some reason, it hurt so bad. Oh well, I've a feeling it's due to the stress I'm under with exams just around the corner. I've not had such headaches since A Levels, as far as I can remember. This is quite scary. I just hope I can get through to December in one piece. But right now, I'm really looking forward to completing Lit and getting "The Congree of Vienna" over and done with! and hopefully, strong Russia gets ALL the land! That'll be really good :D Thoughts flooded me on the bus again. Suddenly I've been feeling holy. Thinking about God just overwhelms me and I'm really really glad to have him. I know he'll always save me whenever I need him and I never have to fear of being forsaken. Maybe its a sign..... Oh well, I'm just happy : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-1577632905348645681?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/1577632905348645681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=1577632905348645681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/1577632905348645681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/1577632905348645681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-happy-and-satisfied-with-good-nights.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-3174896458360654048</id><published>2008-10-29T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T07:29:16.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today started out pretty bad but eventually I'm glad it turned out fine. Finally found out the truth which hurt for the whole day and for some strange reason, the hurt and sadness just suddenly left me. I'm glad and hope it stays this way. I guess my prayers did work and God really helped me. For all the times I've been praying. I'm so glad for Him. The two phrases by the two loves got me through and made me think things through-&lt;br /&gt;Michael: Because you can only feel better day by day once you've hit the lowest.&lt;br /&gt;Daryl: It's better to have loved and lost than to have never love at all.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot guys. I really appreciate it. And I suppose this marks the closure of it all.hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-3174896458360654048?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/3174896458360654048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=3174896458360654048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/3174896458360654048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/3174896458360654048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-started-out-pretty-bad-but.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-6971161002515607494</id><published>2008-10-27T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T09:27:35.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This morning, I dragged myself out of bed and off to Jo's. We managed to finish SEA and discussed a bit of tempest. Had a really good lunch cooked by her mum. yummyyyy. Rolled around in her bed for the rest of the day while typing out SEA. It was just too comfortable to resist and the air con was so cold. Jo and I had much laughter today, bugging each other on fb with nonsense. Dinner was good too, as usual, her mum's cooking. Really YUMMILICIOUS! Left at about 8 plus and had ice cream chefs despite our overloaded stomachs from dinner. Sitting at the curb by the roadside eating ice cream. I'm looking forward to more of such moments and take home pints with movies in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on the curb, by the roadside eating.nostalgic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-6971161002515607494?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/6971161002515607494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=6971161002515607494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/6971161002515607494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/6971161002515607494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-morning-i-dragged-myself-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-8497464483437387954</id><published>2008-10-26T10:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T10:22:34.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's not such a good day after all. The things that are going on around me, the things that I hear, they're not in the least good. It makes you ponder and contemplate what's there to life. What's the point working so hard when you lose out in so many other things. You try so hard to get enough to make ends meet only to end up in a worse situation, in fact a really extreme situation. It's just so sad. Money money money. It's just so destructive. Life now seems so bleak. Sometimes you wonder, what's the point in living longer when it only brings more suffering. This morning, I was listening to mum and dad talk in the car on the way to church and she talked about counting down to how long she'll live, saying that whats the point living longer when you've no more savings. Like it's the first time I hear someone counting down to when their lives end. But it really makes me think about the fact that there might actually be no point living till an old age if it means having to suffer. I just wish things could be less complicated and more simple. Lots of praying to do tonight...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-8497464483437387954?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/8497464483437387954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=8497464483437387954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/8497464483437387954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/8497464483437387954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/10/todays-not-such-good-day-after-all.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-1489251067989346701</id><published>2008-10-26T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T06:48:20.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was gooooddd mainly because I woke up early for 8.30 mass and I was awake throughout. Homily today was good or rather maybe it was really God speaking to me. It was about love and how it is not just about lust and physical stuff but about loving your enemies and your neighbours. Was supposed to meet affair to study but stupid me went home instead. So much for looking forward to meeting her. Napped a while after I got home till the two lil ones came and they're the only ones who can make me wake up from my sleep when I'm lazy and all. After some nagging, I finally decided to go get some studying done and I must say, it was productive. I finally finish reading tempest, SEA reading for this Wed's lecture and started on last week's econs topic. The textbook is much more useful than the lecture notes which was so discontinuous. Its back to more studying of the economyyy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-1489251067989346701?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/1489251067989346701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=1489251067989346701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/1489251067989346701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/1489251067989346701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-was-gooooddd-mainly-because-i.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-2307558707976084262</id><published>2008-10-25T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T08:00:31.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got home from a rather slow-paced day. Woke up for tuition and then to meet Jo for our SEA project. We settled down at Suntec's McDonalds and it was really peaceful and quiet till this whole big group of Japanese kids arrived with some parents. They totally spoilt the quiet environment with their noise. It was really annoying and they were just so uncouth and all. It was just disgustinggg. Finally, the project is making some progress. We pieced together about 5 headings and we're left with about 5 more or so. Everything looks nice and pretty! yayy : ) Met Woon Teck for dinner and walked around a bit. We had a nice dinner at gluttons bay and it's nice meeting him and catching up after so long. As usual, he ordered a hell lot of food but this time, we were able to finish it. And I finally satisfied my stingray craving though it's not as good as others. Walked into Rip Curl and fell in love with this straw bag. It was relatively cheaper but all thanks to him, I didn't buy it eventually. And I guess it was good that I did not because I know I've a hell lot of things I got to pay for and a phone to save up for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some conversation I had with some people today kind of made me feel quite :S. I shan't mention names cuz it's not exactly very nice so yea. The "excuses" I was told in relation to God just did not make any sense to me. It was just so ironic. What was said initially was the total opposite to what was said after it all ended. So which am I to believe. It's not about me feeling angry or dissatisfied that I lost out in something but more like I'm really really puzzled and curious to know what exactly is going on because I know I can't really hear God when he talks to me. Bringing religion into it is just making things more complicated. It makes me feel like our Gods are not the same though I know for sure that it is the one and only God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion always complicates matters. Back to The Tempest and the Congress of Vienna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-2307558707976084262?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/2307558707976084262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=2307558707976084262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/2307558707976084262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/2307558707976084262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-got-home-from-rather-slow-paced.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-8070497048324347095</id><published>2008-10-23T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T07:42:23.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The usual no-school-thursday was spent doing project again. Met jo at vivo and shopped at Daiso. Procastinated for a while and then finally got started. Its rather slow moving but hopefully we get it done soon. I found out just today that EU's due on the 9th. This means non-stop work. After SEA project due, it'll be lit assignment on the 3rd and then EU on the 9th. Hopefully there won't be any last minute project or assignment popping out or else I'll really disappear from the face of this earth. Ok high time I start clearing my pile of work bit by bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-8070497048324347095?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/8070497048324347095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=8070497048324347095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/8070497048324347095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/8070497048324347095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/10/usual-no-school-thursday-was-spent.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-5285822181150769069</id><published>2008-10-20T07:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T07:36:36.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was tiredddddd. I only had 5 hours of sleep before waking up for school. Collecting two papers in one day sure wasn't good. I was so so afraid of seeing my papers but I guess they turned out fine enough though I wish I did better. F1 F1 F1 againnn. A funny conversation I had with gf about it. I was telling her about the one in China and the latest news about it and this was roughly what happened after that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: huh...hamilton so poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;S: I'm even more poor thing la. I wont't ever get to become an F1 racer : (&lt;br /&gt;L: nooo, I'm even more poor thing! I got a test tomorrow and I haven't finish studying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, she's so funny. Suddenly talking about her test, with noo link at all to F1 man. Alrite back to studyinggg. It's high time I get startedd or I'll probably die when the final exams comeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-5285822181150769069?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/5285822181150769069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=5285822181150769069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/5285822181150769069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/5285822181150769069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-was-tiredddddd.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-2543551003343152229</id><published>2008-10-18T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T22:35:48.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was funnn : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch and Asian Civilisation with Liren and Jo was great! Had htht as always and I'm really glad for the both of them. If not for them, uni life wouldnt be so fun and I'd probably dread school everyday. We took a whole lot of photos at the museum for our SEA project. Hopefully, we'll get it done soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, Jierong's birthday celebration was simple yet good. We had dinner at some jap place which wasn't exactly jap because it was just steamboat and they served sushi too. The concept was quite cool because you could cook your own ice cream after that. Jon was the chief for the night, cooking for all of us rather than eating the food himself. He just kept making the ice cream for us even though we were too full already and he himself refused to eat. Had a whole lot of catching up and as always, we were making a hell lot of noise, laughing like nobody's business. It's always fun with them. We couldn't decide where to go and so we ended up walking around aimlessly, taking photos. Shan left first and then the rest of us went Timbre. Awesome music, awesome company :D Finally got home at like 2 plus to my dearest bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-2543551003343152229?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/2543551003343152229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=2543551003343152229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/2543551003343152229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/2543551003343152229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/10/yesterday-was-funnn-lunch-and-asian.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-4479373506647734032</id><published>2008-10-17T10:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T10:59:37.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Lord,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all the friends you've blessed me with,&lt;br /&gt;for bringing them into my life,&lt;br /&gt;for all the hard times they've walked me through,&lt;br /&gt;for tolerating all the tantrums, whines and nonsense of mine,&lt;br /&gt;for fun and crazy times I've had with them&lt;br /&gt;and more to come,&lt;br /&gt;for being patient with me&lt;br /&gt;and willing to listen,&lt;br /&gt;for growing with me,&lt;br /&gt;for taking each step of progress with me,&lt;br /&gt;for always providing the company I need&lt;br /&gt;whenever I feel so alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please bless Jacinta, Lizi, Jo, Liren, Jierong, Eric, Cornelius, Kaychun, Shan, Beverley, Jon, Amos and all those who have walked with me every step of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you Lord,&lt;br /&gt;your ever grateful daughter.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-4479373506647734032?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/4479373506647734032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=4479373506647734032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/4479373506647734032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/4479373506647734032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/10/dear-lord-thank-you-for-all-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-978600801436986980</id><published>2008-10-17T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T09:01:32.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For once, I was early for lit tutorial! : ) and I actually took down a lot of notes. Studied rather unproductively in the library with Liren and Jo and then SSA. Finally got my phone back and hopefully it doesn't go back to being cranky, after which I shopped around for ah rong's present while waiting for Xinyi. I'm satisfied with what I chose for him : ) ok not really because I made a hell lot of calls to gf and shan. Dinners with the class or rather 7 people from the class and as usual, all the guys talked about was army and Xinyi and I had our gossip session as usual! Desert, hanged around for a while then headed home. Amos accompanied me to sengkang and then took a bus home. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make believe that my clorets boy, when he appears, he'll bring me happiness. This is so fairy tale but I choose to indulge in it to keep me going. And somehow, so absurd but I do believe and hope he'll appear right before my eyes one day. And I'm just waiting for that day to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sigh, time for stef to wake up from dreamland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-978600801436986980?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/978600801436986980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=978600801436986980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/978600801436986980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/978600801436986980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-once-i-was-early-for-lit-tutorial.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-1706998745359746937</id><published>2008-10-15T08:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T08:59:51.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This morning was horribleee. I set my alarm at 7.30 and when I woke up, it felt as if I did not even slept. Gosh I just felt so shitty and and something hilarious happened. Gordon was suppose to wake me up but I did not receive anything from him and when I saw my phone, it was starting up so I thought that might be the reason why. But then again, he would have text me I guess. So there was nothing at all from him and I went to prepare for school. At about 8.30 or so, while I was filling up my bottle, he finally called and I swear, he's in his own world man. Calling me at 8.30 and thinking it's 7.30. I'd have just skipped lecture if I had waited for his call. SEA lecure was interesting,as always but I just felt so terrible and so lack of sleep then I slept. But I couldnt sleep at all and dear Liren was an hour latee.horrible boy. The video we watched was really interesting. It was about this man who exhumes graves for a living. Freaky yet interestinggg. Three of us went to Liren's room after that and just slack there all thanks to him psycho-ing us to eat out of school. I took a nap on his ever comfy bean bag and it's shiok as ever. Woke up and he started talking about SEP. Gosh, I dont even wish to think about it with exms coming soon and I'm so so unprepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch with the clique (jo,eric,liren) was great. Spent time catching up and chatting and laughing as always. And our future plans for this and that which never did materialised. I can't wait for guitar hero and more wii! : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My box of clorets has finished. He's suppose to appear! : ( Something's wrong with me. Why's the attraction so strong when we hardly know each other. We did not even talk to begin with. Gosh I wonder when I'll stop thinking about it. Please appear in front of me soon. I dont wish for his face to fade from my mind. ok this is crazyyy&lt;br /&gt;and adding on to the fact that my past still comes back to look for me. People fom the past still etched in my mind. This.is.crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-1706998745359746937?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/1706998745359746937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=1706998745359746937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/1706998745359746937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/1706998745359746937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-morning-was-horribleee.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-2586782134450745854</id><published>2008-10-13T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T10:11:42.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was fun.  SEA tutorial with liren and jo's always fun and then lunch after. Err told us about some ritual her mum has for her whenever they pray for something: pig's head and offering of joss stick and placing it into its nose. It was so hilarious the way she described it. Its always nice to have htht talks with the two of them, especially when we hardly get to see liren unless its days that we're having lecture and tutorials together. I can't wait to take econs modules with him : ) Thank you you two and Lizi for putting up with me and my whining about my dear clorets. Lit test was alrite I guess. I just throw out whatever I studied and thought was right. Hopefully I dont get C. Left lecture early as it was so so boringgg. We intended to leave schools early but somehow, we ended up leaving later than we intended to. Projects, revision and assignments are all coming my way! Time to kick away this partying mood and get down to some serious studyingggg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-2586782134450745854?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/2586782134450745854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=2586782134450745854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/2586782134450745854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/2586782134450745854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-5102163255336468115</id><published>2008-10-12T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T05:38:51.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally blogging again after like half a month or so. Last night was great with the gf. Stepping into zouk to actually club after so long was fun and great company makes it even better. Packed as usual and met certain people here and there. Something happened which made me feel irritated with myself. I could've done so much better but I chose not to. Stupid me. It could have been a beginning to moving on from shell but I did the wrong thing. argh. Gf probably know how frustrated I am but oh well, time to wake up my ideas and know that it'll never happen again. On a lighter note, at least I had fun. Can't wait for the exams to finally be over to club with the whole gang of girls. I'm sure it'll be fun.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to experience the sweetness of true love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-5102163255336468115?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/5102163255336468115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=5102163255336468115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/5102163255336468115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/5102163255336468115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/10/finally-blogging-again-after-like-half.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-5987890930586731876</id><published>2008-09-30T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T06:44:02.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realised that this week will be spent going to school each day for just one lesson. Quite a waste of travelling time and especially when you dont understand the lecture, it makes it even worse. 3 days more to mid terms. I'm so screwedddd. I've been feeling really tired of late and have been sleeping so so much. This.is.bad. I am so gonna start mugging more after mid terms. That's all for today. Back to Singapore and meritocracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be an F1 racer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-5987890930586731876?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/5987890930586731876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=5987890930586731876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/5987890930586731876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/5987890930586731876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-just-realised-that-this-week-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-6333153917724849257</id><published>2008-09-28T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T11:41:58.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;F1 is THE BOMB! Just got home from the race and its really awesomeee. Gf and I managed to get a good spot and we stood on chairs watching the cars zoooom past. We had a really good view at the bend. It feels damn great listening to the engines die down and down get revved up again as they go around the bend. And the smell of the tires. These two combine=AWESOME! I was bored at times and just kept snapping photos, hoping that I'll have a successful attempt of just one car but it was quite unsuccessful. Managed to capture a few though not very good. Watching Raikkonen crashed his car was really really disappointingg. My heart just sank. Like I knew Massa was gone already but at least there was still hope for the Ferrari team but no, Raikkonen had to crash his carr. Ok not his fault but yea, I was really hoping at least one of the Ferrari would get at least top 3. Alonso was awesomeee : ) I was just reading today before the race about how he was feeling about his engine breaking down and its almost as if a miracle happened and he won. Oh well it was such a good experience. We headed to the Padang to watch from the big screen. It was just like watching at home but the engine sounds of the cars made it way better. Ok i'm in love with the cars and the drivers! : ) Ferrari makes me sad though. alrite back to schooool. Photos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Track!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JxMk6axdiEQ/SN_LnfbSZqI/AAAAAAAAAF8/1KMOWdZu4dE/s1600-h/IMG_1727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251139569848575650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JxMk6axdiEQ/SN_LnfbSZqI/AAAAAAAAAF8/1KMOWdZu4dE/s320/IMG_1727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My not-so-successful attempt of capturing a car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Massa! : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JxMk6axdiEQ/SN_I58f3cZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MLDEKAcCocs/s1600-h/IMG_1711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251136588355170706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JxMk6axdiEQ/SN_I58f3cZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MLDEKAcCocs/s320/IMG_1711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;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;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lewis's country flag!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JxMk6axdiEQ/SN_KXUx14AI/AAAAAAAAAF0/MC8I2xsiq9Y/s1600-h/IMG_1756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251138192600850434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JxMk6axdiEQ/SN_KXUx14AI/AAAAAAAAAF0/MC8I2xsiq9Y/s320/IMG_1756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ferrari! My favouriteee : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JxMk6axdiEQ/SN_MYUVJkEI/AAAAAAAAAGE/a7BVajA5Ip8/s1600-h/IMG_1761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251140408683630658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JxMk6axdiEQ/SN_MYUVJkEI/AAAAAAAAAGE/a7BVajA5Ip8/s320/IMG_1761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raikkonen's crash or so I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JxMk6axdiEQ/SN_M_w7wpqI/AAAAAAAAAGM/0lQLVoyMRCE/s1600-h/IMG_1758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251141086376666786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JxMk6axdiEQ/SN_M_w7wpqI/AAAAAAAAAGM/0lQLVoyMRCE/s320/IMG_1758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part of the track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JxMk6axdiEQ/SN_NoSZhhJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/mQjmiKUTZ7I/s1600-h/IMG_1755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251141782554641554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JxMk6axdiEQ/SN_NoSZhhJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/mQjmiKUTZ7I/s320/IMG_1755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Gf and I : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JxMk6axdiEQ/SN_ORgwv-TI/AAAAAAAAAGc/YQ6lg66rXFk/s1600-h/IMG_1737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251142490784790834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JxMk6axdiEQ/SN_ORgwv-TI/AAAAAAAAAGc/YQ6lg66rXFk/s320/IMG_1737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;To my gf: thank you for bringing me there. I feel fortunate! : )&lt;br /&gt;To Jo: thank you for the few minutes updates one after another. : )&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/11196305-6333153917724849257?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/6333153917724849257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=6333153917724849257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/6333153917724849257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/6333153917724849257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/09/f1-is-bomb-just-got-home-from-race-and.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JxMk6axdiEQ/SN_LnfbSZqI/AAAAAAAAAF8/1KMOWdZu4dE/s72-c/IMG_1727.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-8556686001859730205</id><published>2008-09-27T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T23:12:31.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today started out quite badly.For some reason, I woke up feeling terrible, probably got up on the wrong side of bed but talking to girls sure made things better. Just got back from tuition and on the way to finishing up my thailand assignment. 6 hours moreee! I can't waitt. Fun time, fun event with my fun gf! I'm so for the Ferrari team! Raikkonennnn! : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-8556686001859730205?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/8556686001859730205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=8556686001859730205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/8556686001859730205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/8556686001859730205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-started-out-quite-badly.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-1585868260145137869</id><published>2008-09-27T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T09:42:56.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need enlightenment and some solid advice and counselling. I need a direction to follow. Something that would lead me to happy ever ever after. Ok thats pretty impossible as I doubt there's ever happy ever ever after. But yeah, I just dont wish to be in this state anymore. Yes, its easy to just tell myself to be determined and snap out of it but it really isnt that easy. It takes so much more to really get out of it and never to look back at it. sighhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The muscles on my face,&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt control.&lt;br /&gt;Tears streaming down,&lt;br /&gt;they just flow.&lt;br /&gt;Cradled in your arms,&lt;br /&gt;I lied awake.&lt;br /&gt;You pat and hush me,&lt;br /&gt;in the hope that the river stops flowing&lt;br /&gt;but I know myself, it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;The floodgates were already opened.&lt;br /&gt;Your heart, it kept sinking. Yet again.&lt;br /&gt;To wherever it wasn't suppose to be&lt;br /&gt;or so you said.&lt;br /&gt;I know you care,&lt;br /&gt;though not the way I want.&lt;br /&gt;I should be at least satisfied&lt;br /&gt;that you still care.&lt;br /&gt;Your feelings,&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you'll reveal them&lt;br /&gt;once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;Come december, you'll see the truth,&lt;br /&gt;that I'm so very much,&lt;br /&gt;in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a crappy and terrible yet interesting day, hence the weird post. dilemma dilemma dilemma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-1585868260145137869?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/1585868260145137869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=1585868260145137869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/1585868260145137869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/1585868260145137869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-need-enlightenment-and-some-solid.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-7047089229247360392</id><published>2008-09-25T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T08:19:05.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A state of confusion. I've been thinking lately thought I don't say. The past few months, my friends did mention to me but I always said he's not that kind of person as I really dont think he is. I'm starting to doubt myself now and starting to feel a tinge that he might have been. I guess its when I feel insecurity and emotional but oh well. And today, I thought of us again, trying to picture US again. I must say it feels a bit weird, not the usual that I thought. Maybe it's a sign. I've no idea but I don't wish to change anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was spent with mummy. It was her birthday and she was on leave so might as well. Or i'll feel terribly guilty. We went out with the two kids and I must say, they're really cute. I feel the effects of consecutive late nights. : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wait the long wait and hope for the best.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-7047089229247360392?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/7047089229247360392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=7047089229247360392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/7047089229247360392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/7047089229247360392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/09/state-of-confusion.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-7194655080043447763</id><published>2008-09-24T08:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T08:12:58.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Studying with the girls today. Gf and Affair just kept going on about each song that played. Oh well, had htht and it's always good with them. I'm happy I've been keeping to my vow though it gets bad at night. "leave right now" got me thinking back to the day we were messaging and I thought you suddenly decide to disappear. And then I remembered how one fine early morning, you decided to surprise me at my block before I went to school, thinking that I was going to school on my own when in actual fact, my parents were fetching me. It was the rare few things that you'll do. Something I know will never ever happen again. Alrite enough of emo-ing for one night.&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wait for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-7194655080043447763?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/7194655080043447763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=7194655080043447763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/7194655080043447763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/7194655080043447763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/09/studying-with-girls-today.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-2693266153561062848</id><published>2008-09-23T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T12:13:51.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Going back to 25th December 2006. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JxMk6axdiEQ/SNk_cp2AkEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/u4Pr4hxqrzA/s1600-h/DSC00118.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We met at the road outside your house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first time I met you since you got back from China.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was too eager to see you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cabbed from church all the way to the east&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;despite the fact that it was after midnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hugged so tightly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you even brought my present out &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to meet me though I was staying over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent almost the whole night opening presents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What great fun we had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JxMk6axdiEQ/SNk_cp2AkEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/u4Pr4hxqrzA/s1600-h/DSC00118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249296602178293826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JxMk6axdiEQ/SNk_cp2AkEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/u4Pr4hxqrzA/s320/DSC00118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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;br /&gt;&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:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and now, i miss you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-2693266153561062848?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/2693266153561062848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=2693266153561062848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/2693266153561062848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/2693266153561062848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/09/going-back-to-25th-december-2006.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JxMk6axdiEQ/SNk_cp2AkEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/u4Pr4hxqrzA/s72-c/DSC00118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-4861460118043993254</id><published>2008-09-22T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T07:46:25.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today started early! Met jo early to study and breakfast. We watched Mama Mia! It was absolutely fantastic. I just love the whole production and I can just watch it over and over again. I've heard the songs all before but it never occurred to me that they were actually that meaningful. Studied at Cartel after that and home sweet homeeee. Oh and Jo and her meeeebop robot language just cracks me up. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-4861460118043993254?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/4861460118043993254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=4861460118043993254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/4861460118043993254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/4861460118043993254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-started-early-met-jo-early-to.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-1168500859190036741</id><published>2008-09-19T09:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T10:25:13.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RECESS WEEK! :D I must make full use of it and maximise my time. I know that there'll be this tendency to think that there's a lot of time cuz it's a whole week and I'll think there's time to laze around but NO, that's wrong. This is the time to catch up on all my readings and stuff that I'm unsure of. Oh tips from SSA was really useful! It sure made studying it a whole lot easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was off to town to do nails after school today with Jo. She's got barbie doll nails cuz they're light pink like barbie dolls. I wanted to shop really badly but somehow, Jo was the one who ended up shopping. Saw this really niceee dress but when I finally decided to buy it, the shop was closed    : ( Walked and walked till our feet were sore and we finally settled down for yummy ice creams and fries. I love girls night outt. And next week's girls' study week. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-1168500859190036741?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/1168500859190036741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=1168500859190036741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/1168500859190036741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/1168500859190036741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/09/recess-week-d-i-must-make-full-use-of.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-7432941440757499647</id><published>2008-09-18T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T07:56:18.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shell shell shell. &gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up at 4am and laughing like some fool. Our plans for swimming did not go through.  Spent the day lazing around and chatting in bed till we finally decided that we were hungry and were willing to drag our lazy asses out of bed. Wanton mee was closed. Kenny Rogers hadnt opened. A nice walk we had by the beach. and back home, for him to "conquer the world" and more cosy chats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make my day so sweet. I wish I could get off this rollercoaster ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-7432941440757499647?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/7432941440757499647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=7432941440757499647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/7432941440757499647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/7432941440757499647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/09/shell-shell-shell.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-5131330724437791144</id><published>2008-09-16T05:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T05:20:54.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everday's tuition day! It feels fine for now. Guess I can still cope with work and tuition : ) Recess week is coming which means I dont have to wake up 2 hours early just to go to school! And it means that I can maximise my timeee. Must mug really hard and make use of this one week for my wish to come truee. But I doubt it would. Thank goodness I only have two mid terms or else I'll be stressing myself out now.  Was just talking to jo online and I must say she really cracks me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stef: I feel like eating hello panda but I scared my teeth pain&lt;br /&gt;Jo: hahaha melt the hello panda into byebye panda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha that's really hilarious. I must say, she really brightens my day sometimes when I feel so emo and gloomy haha thanks jooo! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-5131330724437791144?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/5131330724437791144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=5131330724437791144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/5131330724437791144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/5131330724437791144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/09/everdays-tuition-day-it-feels-fine-for.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-5204367512185933937</id><published>2008-09-14T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T08:04:08.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so glad i'm finally done with my lit assignment. Today was spent at the fun fair in church with Michael and David. Being with the two of them just brightens my day, though today was a gloomy day for all 3 of us. Nice jazzy music today too : ) Oh and timbre on friday with them and jo : D I went to meet my affair after that for some studying which wasn't really productive. Met lizi at compass point at night to cut hair and I must say, it's quite disastrous but I guess I got to live with it : ( I feel so much better and relieve now that I've completed my lit assignmentt.yayy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Along with the idea of romantic love, she was introduced to another-physical beauty. Probably one of the most destructive ideas in the history of human thought. Both originated in envy, thrive in insecurity and ended in disillusion." True, much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-5204367512185933937?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/5204367512185933937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=5204367512185933937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/5204367512185933937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/5204367512185933937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-so-glad-im-finally-done-with-my-lit.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-2568392183261314490</id><published>2008-09-13T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T07:21:47.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The whole weekend will be spent doing Lit assignment. It's draining and killing me. First, I worried about not having enough to write. Now, I'm struggling to cut it shorter because I exceeded the word limit by about 200 words or so. Can't wait to get it over and done with. The fact that I've to complete it prevents me from revising the other modules. Thank goodness for jo who helped me interpret it or else I'll be forever stuck with it.  Really hope I can chop all the words out by tonight so I can revise econs,sea and ssa tmr! A sudden love for staying home to study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-2568392183261314490?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/2568392183261314490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=2568392183261314490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/2568392183261314490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/2568392183261314490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/09/whole-weekend-will-be-spent-doing-lit.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-2370910758244517844</id><published>2008-09-08T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T07:37:58.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PHOTOSPHOTOSPHOTOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SuperSneaksInThePark: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JxMk6axdiEQ/SMUlDN0TetI/AAAAAAAAAD8/hdmGHIqf3jA/s1600-h/DSCN3909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243638078321687250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JxMk6axdiEQ/SMUlDN0TetI/AAAAAAAAAD8/hdmGHIqf3jA/s320/DSCN3909.JPG" border="0" 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JxMk6axdiEQ/SMUyl_qLRrI/AAAAAAAAAFU/FKbT9wuPgdo/s1600-h/DSCN4018.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JxMk6axdiEQ/SMUownfM56I/AAAAAAAAAEU/7Y_PXLJU5XI/s1600-h/DSCN3927.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-2370910758244517844?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/2370910758244517844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=2370910758244517844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/2370910758244517844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/2370910758244517844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/09/photosphotosphotos-supersneaksinthepark.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-3908261518180042546</id><published>2008-09-05T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T08:10:07.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm such a fool for you,&lt;br /&gt;even if the world turned blue.&lt;br /&gt;Cause you'll never know how much,&lt;br /&gt;my heart ceases to beat at your touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I melt with you in sight,&lt;br /&gt;you leave me jelly&lt;br /&gt;even now in my belly.&lt;br /&gt;You have my love all right,&lt;br /&gt;wholly without a fight.&lt;br /&gt;Just let me hold you so tight,&lt;br /&gt;from now till the end of light.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-3908261518180042546?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-6762135316089151425</id><published>2008-09-05T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T08:05:42.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some try to hand me money&lt;br /&gt;they don't understand,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not... broke&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a broken hearted man(person),&lt;br /&gt;I know it makes no sense,&lt;br /&gt;but what else can I do,&lt;br /&gt;How can I move on&lt;br /&gt;when I've been in love with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos if one day you wake up&lt;br /&gt;and find that you're missing me,&lt;br /&gt;And your heart starts to wonder&lt;br /&gt;where on this earth I can be,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking maybe you'd come back here&lt;br /&gt;to the place that we'd meet,&lt;br /&gt;And you'd see me waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;on the corner of the street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-6762135316089151425?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/6762135316089151425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=6762135316089151425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/6762135316089151425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/6762135316089151425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/09/some-try-to-hand-me-money-they-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-6037620522702237848</id><published>2008-09-04T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T05:52:00.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week has been quite an enjoyable and great week. I'll start from the Saturday before. Had a gathering with the other 4-Lizi, Shan, Jon and Jierong for Supersneaaks in the Park. I had a great time with them. It's the first time we actually watched a movie together and the ambience was the best, Fort Canning Park. It wasn't so much of the movie but more of the people and the surroundings. We had a picnic too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Sep&lt;br /&gt;Met the other 4 again for dinner at Yum Cha, Chinatown and they celebrated my birthday for me. Nothing much, just had dinner, cut cake and roam the streets of Chinatown, taking photos. They gave me a really cute princessy card. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Sep&lt;br /&gt;Had school till 4 sadly and then met my affair for our supposedly picnic. We went to compass point to buy the foodstuff and came out only to see it pouring so heavily so we took a bus back to my place and just cooked dinner there. Ate and ate a hell lot of sausages and I just sprawled on the sofa. After that, that crazy and sly girl ask me to go down with her to the void deck. I was like "what?! which teenager will go down to the void deck at night for a walk?!" and plus I was tired and I know I had to study. Eventually, she lured me down by saying she had to collect something from her friend. So we went down and she couldn't find her "friend" till we walk through the multi-purpose hall. That was when I saw the whole group of them and realised I made the biggest mistake ever which I shan't mention here. Yes those crazy yet sweet people surprised me with a party. I kinda spoiled it mnyself with that mistake but oh well. They decorated the pavillion and brought so much food. I was so full from my own dinner and I had to go there and eat some more. Oh well I had a great time and I'm so glad to have all of them. I really did not expect it at all and I must say I appreciate it all even though I'll still say you all are really sly! Thanks a lot guys, you really made my birthday a wonderful one! jacinta,bev,lizi,shan,jierong,jon,king,jo and tyler, thank you soooo much and I love you all lots! Went home to cut cake and yayy I had an ice cream cake from swensens. I feel so loved by the people around me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd Sep&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with stef and jo and after that to jo's place to supposedly study while waiting for shell. We ended up just wasting our time doing nonsense and he came so late because he told me the wrong flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th Sep&lt;br /&gt;Abel and I did not do much today all because he had some last minute work stuff. Went out for yummilicious prawn mee and ice creammmm :D Abel's seriously the best man. He wanted to pump petrol so he drove to the petrol kiosk. First, he drove the car to the wrong side because the pump was on the other side. Second, he couldn't find the button for opening the part where the petrol goes in so he just anyhow press one button and it opened the front of the car. I kept telling him that there's no button but he just choose not to listen to me till much later when he finally decides to just go see if it could be open just like that. After that, he realised how stupid he was,trying to figure out for a few minutes how to open it when it was just like that. His reaction just cracks me up. That boy is just so funny man. He sent me home after that and I just slept all the way...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-6037620522702237848?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/6037620522702237848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=6037620522702237848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/6037620522702237848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/6037620522702237848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-week-has-been-quite-enjoyable-and.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-8218834194631441979</id><published>2008-08-28T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T08:42:30.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Impromptu happiness. I can't say how much my spirits were lifted when the questioned was asked-"what are you doing today?" Just one question was enough to change my mood. Today was spent crashing lit tutorial and having extra notes.yayy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first time I went to the library and I must say it really is a conducive place to study. I'm going to make it my new hang out. I got to start studying what with me feeling stupid in every lesson. We finally went to munchiee monkeyyy and had pasta. Overall it was not too bad i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long bus ride with jo all the way to the east. I'm really really glad to have her. Meeting me everyday,she has to tolerate and listen to me going on and on about the same person. I wish I would stop doing it but its difficult. Thanks love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quality time spent together. He never fails to put a smile on my face, make me burst out laughing and irritating the shit out of me. Somehow, I could never get angry with him. The night before, I felt so horrible and today itself, everything suddenly changed for the better. I was really taken by surprised when he ask to hang out. Nonetheless, it really made my day. Looking forward to the 3rd. Double happiness- dinner with stef and jo, meeting the shell. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-8218834194631441979?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/8218834194631441979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=8218834194631441979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/8218834194631441979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/8218834194631441979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/08/impromptu-happiness.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-8742590242001687789</id><published>2008-08-27T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T10:43:28.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know its quite stupid to blog twice in a night but I feel so asphyxiated,not literally but yea. It's so difficult to restrict and control myself. Many a times today, I've already picked up my phone and dial those "deadly" 8 numbers which I know I should not ever ever dial anymore. Affair questioned me about my feelings. I did ask myself the same question but I could never get an answer. It's just so frustrating to control myself. I wish I had more self-restraint. I wish I was like those who can occupy themselves till they're so busy to care about anything else. Why,out of the past 5 or 6, I wasn't hooked. So why now. I guess I myself am suppose to have the answer to that but I simply don't. Memories of it all still lingers in my room. I'm refusing to loosen my grip on it all. What we had was so real,so good,so sad yet so happy. I need to get it all out of my system. Let's live it all over again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so close to reaching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that famous happy ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so close yet so far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-8742590242001687789?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/8742590242001687789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=8742590242001687789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/8742590242001687789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/8742590242001687789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-know-its-quite-stupid-to-blog-twice.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-7338324214779895034</id><published>2008-08-27T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T08:26:15.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love-ly&lt;br /&gt;that's what you are to me.&lt;br /&gt;I can't ask for more,&lt;br /&gt;it's too much of a luxury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it means to Surin&lt;br /&gt;to have your company,&lt;br /&gt;might as well make it seem eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words can't say&lt;br /&gt;just how much I want you,&lt;br /&gt;beyond measure,&lt;br /&gt;description or&lt;br /&gt;comprehension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me say,&lt;br /&gt;in the sincerest of words,&lt;br /&gt;I Love You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-7338324214779895034?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/7338324214779895034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=7338324214779895034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/7338324214779895034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/7338324214779895034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-ly-thats-what-you-are-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-6649511991892490252</id><published>2008-08-25T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T09:01:30.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And i thought there was hope. To all my dearies out there especially gf,affair,ah siao,giggly 1 and everyone who cares, I love you guys. I know I've been talking about the same thing over and over again everyday so much so that all your eardrums are probably gonna burst. Especially dearest jo, as I see you almost everyday for a whole day, you gotta put up with my whines and rants. I really appreciate it and i'm all prepared for payback time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so crazy for you&lt;br /&gt;and all that you do.&lt;br /&gt;Your voice lingers in my mind&lt;br /&gt;each and every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you so bad&lt;br /&gt;and just hearing those 3 words makes me so glad.&lt;br /&gt;The glimmer in your smile,&lt;br /&gt;the twinkle in your frown,&lt;br /&gt;stuff easily worth a million pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you're pigging off,&lt;br /&gt;I'm here missing you,&lt;br /&gt;miss me in the morning too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby i love you,&lt;br /&gt;it's oh so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;heartaches and heartbreaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-6649511991892490252?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/6649511991892490252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=6649511991892490252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/6649511991892490252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/6649511991892490252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-i-thought-there-was-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-2013210628074264087</id><published>2008-08-24T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T09:34:38.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weekends! It was well-spent,especially with the company of my darlings girlfriends and dear Cornelius. Firstly, friday was fireworks festival with my affair and girlfriend. Initially I was afraid it'd be quite sian as it was super crowded BUT smart us decided to have our dinner at glutton's bay. It was totally packed when we reached and just when we thought everyone was settling there to watch the fireworks and no one was going to move, we spotted an empty table. Us being our usual,unglam self, dragged the table from one corner and squeeze into the row of tables just for the sake of a good view of the fireworks and indeed we got a really good view,without having to squeeze and get pushed by people. And as usual, we were all getting high over fireworks,just screaming at the top of our voice. We had a yummylicious dinner which was really worth it. Sat there and just had girls talk after that. Bumped into STEF after that and i'm happy for that :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was pampering-myself day. Went to do my mani and pedi and then finally got my eyebrows thread! YAYY. Went for arts bash,supper and home after that. No more clubbing for stefff. Was so tiredd but somehow, for some reason, I was able to last talkin to zhi yuan till like 4am. Had quite a bit of htht and i'm happy for it. I hope things are taking a turn for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, I had difficulties waking up for mass at 9.30 so I went for the one at 11. Met Cornelius after that to study and movieee. Sweet him made breakfast for me as promised, though he was latee. "Meet Dave" is so so hilarious. It's quite a good show I must say. Studied after that for just a short while then off to godma's house for dinner cum cousins' gathering cum celebrate godma's birthday. It was ever so so so fun. godma,godpa,elvin,dione,lionel,sam,sean,auntie maria and i. We were all going crazy over Wii, screaming like mad people but it was just so fun. Godpa cooked yummy yummy dinner for us : aglio olio spaghetti with seafood, salad and escargots. The escargots were the besttt! More Wii and more screaming after dinner! Sam and I, even though we were just watching the others play, we ended up being the ones who were screaming. Durian birthday cake after that. I'm so looking forward to more of such gatherings :D Back to school tomorrowwww...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-2013210628074264087?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/2013210628074264087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=2013210628074264087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/2013210628074264087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/2013210628074264087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/08/weekends-it-was-well-spentespecially.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-450738580461935494</id><published>2008-08-20T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T07:44:07.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something happened and...&lt;br /&gt;This whole poem is bullshit&lt;br /&gt;simply because the pieces dont fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped by your place&lt;br /&gt;just to see your face,&lt;br /&gt;collect the presents I once gave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stood outside your door,&lt;br /&gt;hugging till our feet were sore.&lt;br /&gt;Refusing to release grip,&lt;br /&gt;I just stood there and weep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me about memorable moments,&lt;br /&gt;from the first time we went out,&lt;br /&gt;till now,&lt;br /&gt;the first time we held hands,&lt;br /&gt;the fireworks,&lt;br /&gt;Christmas and so many many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was amazed that you remembered&lt;br /&gt;every bit in detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why we quarrel so much,&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea but I know,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never leave you in the lurch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-450738580461935494?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/450738580461935494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=450738580461935494' title='0 Comments'/><link 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onerous task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.41x10 to the power of 12 years&lt;br /&gt;that's all I want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;Lying to ourselves it may seem to be,&lt;br /&gt;but the future with you&lt;br /&gt;is all I want to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheating myself, I'll gladly do,&lt;br /&gt;just to see myself being with you.&lt;br /&gt;Foolish I may be,&lt;br /&gt;stupid i may sound,&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't bother me&lt;br /&gt;even if you think i'm a clown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All for my baby,&lt;br /&gt;I'm willing to do.&lt;br /&gt;I hope he shares my sentiments too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been dreaming of holiday getaways with you,&lt;br /&gt;Bintan, Thailand and many places too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-7163462879450790854?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-9123149343307578284</id><published>2008-08-18T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T07:48:03.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to spend everyday of all my days&lt;br /&gt;just being with you,&lt;br /&gt;lying on the beach with the sky so blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending time composing our own songs&lt;br /&gt;and singing them to the break of dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugging each other with all our might,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let go even when it's daylight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that you've done for me, I appreciate&lt;br /&gt;A promise to you, I'll never break:&lt;br /&gt;Loving you with all my heart,&lt;br /&gt;this relationship,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-9123149343307578284?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/9123149343307578284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=9123149343307578284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/9123149343307578284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/9123149343307578284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-want-to-spend-everyday-of-all-my-days.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-9215296855408028502</id><published>2008-08-15T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T08:53:45.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last day of the week. Today seems to be a turning point-the start of the wait.I've finally came to a decision. I feel happy yet somewhat sad. Maybe i'm going crazy,i've no idea. My life's pretty messed up now all thanks to one person whose identity i'll keep confidential. I hope it will be a good outcome,no matter how long it takes. I keep visiting the past, songs,people and many many memories. My girlfriends are all telling me the same thing. Even i myself know that but i cant make it possible. Back to school...Today was borinnnnggg lectures one after another and somehow,i dont understand why but i keep falling asleep everywhere i go. Its as if i got some sleeping disease.sighhh.Finally met my fellow G friend for dinnerr. Once again,he never fails to crack me up when i'm emo. Thank you dear daryllll. I absolutely love love love you...as my gangsta friend! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-9215296855408028502?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/9215296855408028502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=9215296855408028502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/9215296855408028502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/9215296855408028502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/08/last-day-of-week.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-1229513793250232144</id><published>2008-08-10T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T09:15:36.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SIGHH.ok i know its not exactly nice to start the post with a sigh but that one word just describes how i feel.Today's just not my day. I shan't go into details. Poor gordon probably knows why cause he has to tolerate my mood swings and all so yea,sorry,if you should see this. Last night's party was not bad. It was pretty chaotic with the number of people there but nonetheless very fun. The food and cakes were really good too. Lizi and i went cycling before the party and it was the first time i was riding the 2-person bike. It was really hilarious initially because the two of us were trying to steer it properly and not fall down. We ended up screaming our heads off and scaring small kids in an attempt to ride properly. It started raining heavily and i must say,it was really nice and therapeutic cycling in the rain. Everyone finally left at bout 12 plus and that was when i watched sam opened her presents while xh and gordon were sleeping away. Caught the mummy today and it's not too bad i guess though i was falling asleep here and there due to exhaustion. Shopped around here and there a bit and went to chill at his place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAG! I'm so glad its over! Mainly because we won BEST FLOAT AND MOST ENVIRONMENTALLY FRIENDLY FLOAT! The whole experience for rag was really tiring and draggy and whatever terrible thing there is but yet enjoyable and so worth it. Everyony worked hard together to put up a good show and all our hard work really paid off! The techies really did a wonderful job with the float. Although no one sees them,i must say they are the people who worked the hardest. I'm so glad arts rag won something at least! HIPHIPHOORAY TO ARTS RAG! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School officially begins tomorrow.It feels really weird. I'm feeling mixed feelings,scared,excited,apprehensive and whatever else there is. It's like a turning point in my life. In addition,it's been more than 6 months since i last studied so i've no idea how i'm gonna get back my momentum. Then again,i know that no matter what,i must must work hard because i'll always remember how much i had to go through to get this place in university and i really thank&lt;br /&gt;God for it. As what i promised daddy,at least a 4.5 gpa and for myself,to be on dean's list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alriteesss.Off to bed now and hope for a good start at school tomorrow! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-1229513793250232144?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/1229513793250232144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=1229513793250232144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/1229513793250232144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/1229513793250232144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/08/sighh.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-1255350045954695749</id><published>2008-08-03T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T08:49:11.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saturday was spent well. Met Cornelius for lunch and then walked around town. YAYY i finally got my nails done! :D and there was live jamming at far east.It was really therapeutic and i must say,i love live music. The best part was the songs they played. Went o meet gordon after that and the rest i shant say. Sunday was spent well too. Had a nice breakfast with my brinjal brother, Michael. We talked about a lot of things and just enjoyed ourselves. Had tuition and went home to sleeeeeeeeeeep. Daryl that pig abandoned me for dinnerrrr but i guess i'm alritee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I must say,i miss lazy sundays with shell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-1255350045954695749?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/1255350045954695749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=1255350045954695749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/1255350045954695749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/1255350045954695749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/08/saturday-was-spent-well.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-5798062552353147770</id><published>2008-08-01T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T08:04:34.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>modules.modules.modules.rag.rag.rag. So many before-school-starts stuff to settle and i just wish i could hurry get all these over and done with and start school proper. I know its all part of the orientation stuff and all but i'm so not enjoying it as it is all so so troublesome. Yeap bidding ended today and i got 3 out of the 4 modules i wanted. That leaves me with 2 more modules. Hopefully i get the ones that i want. Rag today was tiringgg. We did not really do much but i guess being under the sun made us all so tired. Its quite exciting as the days to rag gets closer and closer. Scary but nonetheless exciting.&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:85%;"&gt;you're just totally testing my patience and i must say,i'm really reachin my limits. I gave you chances after chances and i'm still waiting, i dont know why, just hoping something good will at least happen or come out of it. angsty.melancholic.emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-5798062552353147770?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/5798062552353147770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=5798062552353147770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/5798062552353147770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/5798062552353147770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/08/modules.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-1326560431277468355</id><published>2008-07-28T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T09:39:05.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's matriculation day! I swear, the school is so screwed up. First, they gave me a tuition grant form,stating that my course of study is business admin,so i went to verify and it got corrected. Today,i went to collect my card and they did not even have it. So i had to wait for them to make my card on the spot and the guy can still ask me if i transferred from biz. Like hell no. I dont think anyone in their right mind will transfer from biz to arts unless they're seriously bad at it but for someone who's not studied any of it, i dont think so. Ok that's one. After handing in all the forms,i went on to collect my ez-link card and when i saw it, i was like WTH!!! the photo they use was the one i submitted for computing which is just so so bad. For once,i hope i'll lose my card soon. CCA fair was not bad. They just kept giving us stuff and my hands were so full! but all in all it was quite fun. Met gf for dinner and we had punggol nasi lemak. I finally satisfied my craving for nasi lemak! :D Sigh,this week and next week is going to be filled with rag rag and more rag! SIGHH so tiring. I really hope things settle down soon. and he gives me an answer soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;happy one month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-1326560431277468355?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/1326560431277468355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=1326560431277468355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/1326560431277468355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/1326560431277468355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/07/todays-matriculation-day-i-swear-school.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-6436038344642439608</id><published>2008-07-13T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T22:45:01.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life has been really busy with rag and outings. I'm just totally looking forward to weekends to meet Gordon. Its like many people will think its so sian to have an army boyfriend cause half or rather more than half the time,his time is spent in camp. For me,i guess i see it quite positively so yeap,its good. Weekends are constantly spent with Gordon. This weekend has been slack. I finally met up with lizi for dinner. :D i feel happy seeing her after such a long long time. Met Michael for mass and we caught up quite a bit. Its always nice to meet friends whom i've not met for a long time. Today was spent watchin dvd at gordon's. I'm just so glad for him. Anyway, I was really annoyed on the way back home. There was this two ah bengs,blasting their music and shouting at the top of their lungs. They werent singing, it was literally shouting. Like i guess its ok if they were singing loudly and english songs but no, theirs was shouting plus horrible voice plus hokkien and chinese. The "BEST" combintation ever. oh gosh can just pukee. They're seriously gross. Such people are seriously pests to society man. Ok i guess thats all for today. I cant wait for school to start! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-6436038344642439608?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/6436038344642439608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=6436038344642439608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/6436038344642439608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/6436038344642439608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-has-been-really-busy-with-rag-and.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-6276497754421197040</id><published>2008-06-27T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T13:04:03.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something's got me very happy today.Shan't say what but those close to me would probably know. Gosh i feel so much closer to God now. I'm so grateful to him for answering my prayers. For all the times i've prayed for it, it's finally come true. And to gordon for making me trust and for advicing me. Till now,i still cant believe it. I've finally got what i wanted. Things are starting to fall into place and i'm so glad for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-6276497754421197040?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/6276497754421197040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=6276497754421197040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/6276497754421197040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/6276497754421197040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/06/somethings-got-me-very-happy-today.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-5451017036732474615</id><published>2008-06-26T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T15:13:01.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JOBLESS.It's pretty pointless to get a job now since school's starting in a month's time. Thank goodness for tuition as my source of income now or else,i'll just be broke,till next hols. These few days have been spent giving tuition everyday. Not for the whole day but somehow,i dont know why,i feel like i've been rather busy. GF's back from europe so now left jacinta. Been shopping here and there these few days, spending money like water. Yesterday was spent with bev,at queensway. I finally got a pair of shoes for jogging. Hopefully,it'll be put to gd use. Friday's finally coming which means its book out day! :D ok i think its high time i start my driving lessons.I've been procastinating for too longg.  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-5451017036732474615?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/5451017036732474615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=5451017036732474615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/5451017036732474615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/5451017036732474615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/06/jobless.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-8875226279812744622</id><published>2008-06-22T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T21:20:00.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This blog is almost dead cuz i'm too lazy to blog.Have been attending camps so havent really got much time to blog. The highlight was actually the CSS camp. I felt so enlightened and renewed after the camp. It all feels so much better. Everything's going well for me and i'm quite happy for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i guess i'm quite ready to give it a shot and just let everything fall into place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-8875226279812744622?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/8875226279812744622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=8875226279812744622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/8875226279812744622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/8875226279812744622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-blog-is-almost-dead-cuz-im-too.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-6821352338256300141</id><published>2008-06-03T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T19:29:01.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No work.I'm happy for that.At least i can have leisure time alone and sort out my thoughts. Ok seems like i've got everything i want going for me. Not exactly everything but things that are more important. Had FTT today and i'm glad i passed. I did not study that hard for it and while doing it,i was stressing out quite a bit. There were so many questions that i was unsure of so yea,that explains why i was freaking out while doing the test. So when i saw "PASSED" appear on the screen,i was so so relieve. So that's one more hurdle down. Yeap i guess thats about it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i still want you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-6821352338256300141?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/6821352338256300141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=6821352338256300141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/6821352338256300141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/6821352338256300141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-work.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11196305.post-2134004848154322232</id><published>2008-06-01T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T09:19:47.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another accumulated post.Work is finally over. My colleagues are just so sweet. Drinks,ice cream and a teddy bear. I was just so so touched. They're really nice and i guess i will miss them. Shopping alone after work and i bought a pair of strappy slippers. Now lizi and i have two exact same strappy slippers.Like what she always say,wayyy cool. Saturday started out with the semanair on warrants and as usual,i dont understand a single thing so yea lizi and i were basically chatting away. We had time before service so mum,lizi and i went to chinatown.Cant wait to go there again. Watched sex in the city and i must say its fanatastic! The whole show is just so meaningful that I wanna catch it again with my girlfriends. Met lizi after that for bev's dance concert which was awesomee. Town for a while and then to pasir ris for her cousin's chalet. It was quite wasted cuz i kind of knocked out on the bed. Woke up today and spend it at wild wild wet. It was my first time there and as usual,it was crazy moments with the gf. Especially the viking ride. The poor lifeguard couldnt push as off and that heightened the excitment.When we experienced the first plunge,I felt like the whole boat was just going to fly off the slide.It was so scary yet fun. The other fun part was the foam area. We were just sliding around playing like kids. Thats about it for today i guess. It was a pretty fun-filled day. Went with the gf and jonathan on a shopping trip after that but sadly, there wasnt exactly anything that i really liked so i went back empty handed.yeapp thats all for now i guess. Affair,hurry come back. I've no idea how i'm gonna last without my affair and gf. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11196305-2134004848154322232?l=sephoriastic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/feeds/2134004848154322232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11196305&amp;postID=2134004848154322232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/2134004848154322232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11196305/posts/default/2134004848154322232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sephoriastic.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-accumulated-post.html' title=''/><author><name>steffff.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01589631704374281537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
