<?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-7748125</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:10:15.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*.~©¥pRë$sø ++ ε×p®es$ø~.*</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-110794344461483277</id><published>2005-02-09T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T00:49:40.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;moved...? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/cypresso"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://www.xanga.com/cypresso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;update k?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope to see u soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gong xi fa cai! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-110794344461483277?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/110794344461483277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=110794344461483277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110794344461483277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110794344461483277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2005/02/moved.html' title=''/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-110734210927990949</id><published>2005-02-02T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T19:04:44.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Bright Star Soul&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/bright-star-soul.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a shining star, you have no trouble being the center of attention&lt;br /&gt;In fact, you often feel a bit hurt when all eyes aren't on you&lt;br /&gt;You need to be number one in everything, no matter how trivial&lt;br /&gt;And it's this ego that both hurts your confidence and helps you acheive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're dramatic and a powerhouse of pure energy&lt;br /&gt;You posess a divine quality or uniqueness that's hard to define&lt;br /&gt;A natural performer, it's likely you'll become famous in some circles.&lt;br /&gt;Just learn not to take everyone's reaction to you so personally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souls you are most compatible with: &lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/newbornsoul.html"&gt;Newborn Soul&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/prophetsoul.html"&gt;Prophet Soul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/kindsoulquiz.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;What Kind of Soul Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-110734210927990949?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/110734210927990949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=110734210927990949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110734210927990949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110734210927990949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2005/02/you-are-bright-star-soul-like-shining.html' title=''/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-110725826534299038</id><published>2005-02-01T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T19:44:25.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fantasia Barrino - Truth Is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, oh, ah, oh&lt;br /&gt;Ran into an old friend yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Caught me by surprise when he called my name&lt;br /&gt;He was a familiar face, from a chapter in my past&lt;br /&gt;Talked for awhile, I smiled and then&lt;br /&gt;Said that he was seeing somebody and&lt;br /&gt;Told me this was gonna last&lt;br /&gt;Showing me her photograph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the feelings I thought were gone&lt;br /&gt;Came rushing back to me at once&lt;br /&gt;Tried to smile and hide the way I felt&lt;br /&gt;But I was thinking to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, I never got over you&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, wish I was standing in her shoes&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, and when it's all said and done&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm still in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, I never should have let you go&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, and it's killing me cause now I know&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, and when it's all said and done&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm still in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reminisced on the way things used to be&lt;br /&gt;Shared a couple laughs, shared some memories&lt;br /&gt;Talked about the things that changed&lt;br /&gt;Some for good and some for bad&lt;br /&gt;Then he said goodbye and he paid for lunch&lt;br /&gt;Promised that we'd always keep in touch&lt;br /&gt;Grab&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Bed" target="_blank"&gt;bed&lt;/a&gt; my bags and grab&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Bed" target="_blank"&gt;bed&lt;/a&gt; my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Walked away and that was that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the feelings I thought were gone&lt;br /&gt;Came rushing back to me at once&lt;br /&gt;Tried to smile and hide the way I felt&lt;br /&gt;But I was thinking to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the truth is, it hurts&lt;br /&gt;But I know that the fault's mine&lt;br /&gt;Cause I let him go&lt;br /&gt;Tried to get over it, but it's messing with my mind&lt;br /&gt;(Because I know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just gotta be honest, I guess&lt;br /&gt;I, I guess I'm still in love, in love, in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mervs....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-110725826534299038?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/110725826534299038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=110725826534299038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110725826534299038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110725826534299038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2005/02/fantasia-barrino-truth-is-ah-oh-ah-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-110725383875330852</id><published>2005-02-01T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T18:33:14.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Was at the crematorium today. Was in school at 10.40am and suddenly I had this overpowering feeling I had to see him one last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Immediately, I picked up my stuff and rushed down to Bukit Batok MRT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;So there we were at St Mary's Church. Many people were there, including GESS teachers. Said some prayers before we set off for Mandai Crematorium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;From the viewing mall, watching his coffin move away from the people, we all knew he's never ever gonna come back again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Back in GESS, there was still his coat hanging beside the white board as usual. And his turpentine oil bottle by the white board. But one thing was missing - Mr Ng. The feeling is just so distant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;R.I.P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;I'll miss you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-110725383875330852?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/110725383875330852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=110725383875330852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110725383875330852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110725383875330852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2005/02/was-at-crematorium-today.html' title=''/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-110717896237853154</id><published>2005-01-31T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T21:42:42.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr Ng's gone. Everybody's sad I know. I miss him too. Been waking up to pictures of him in his coffin these few morns. That expressionless face. I never thought I appreciate you until today. Man it's true. All the times we spent our recess at your d&amp;t room. And then we ran crazily to your office to get some biscuits, maggi mee that malaysian brand choc whether milk or choc flavoured. How we always complained about your spoon and bowls being so dirty. How you drew the markings beside the door so that we could measure our height and whether we grew any taller. I hated you for telling me that boys are no-good-things and not to believe them. Now I believe you, really. I missed training for X country wit you and fe. And "she me dong sai". Gosh, that was a real joke man. Even though I wasn't your fav player, and I hated you for that. More and more memories. Mr Ng! Wake up! Everyone misses you. I mean it when I say "we will always remember you". Did you hear what I said?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-110717896237853154?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/110717896237853154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=110717896237853154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110717896237853154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110717896237853154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2005/01/mr-ngs-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-110673273488383733</id><published>2005-01-26T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T17:46:18.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never get up SBS 9225 K ever! Bus service 147. *spits* I pressed the dumb bell! He missed the stop! You're condemned forever, mister bus driver, you piss prodigy...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-110673273488383733?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/110673273488383733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=110673273488383733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110673273488383733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110673273488383733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2005/01/never-get-up-sbs-9225-k-ever-bus.html' title=''/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-110648629345016952</id><published>2005-01-23T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T21:22:10.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jay Chou - Wai Po&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brings back memories of RC atrium. Why can't we turn back time? I really wish to go back to those days I spent working. Getting into trouble wit the manager and slacking on my job. This song just brings back that special feeling, as I walk along the road to RC listening to it. Such a splendid feeling. And the times I spent wit the people there. Jean, Daniel, Tadeo, Merv, Alvin, Alfred, Wei Zhuang. Man...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-110648629345016952?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/110648629345016952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=110648629345016952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110648629345016952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110648629345016952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2005/01/jay-chou-wai-po-brings-back-memories.html' title=''/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-110636714328119377</id><published>2005-01-22T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T12:19:02.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Was out at orchard yesterday wit fe,h and hm. Was Hari Raya so the whole of orchard was packed to the bits.. it didnt help considering the fact i was wearing this really airy top. so darn hot.. yest was basically boys-spotting for me.. millions of cute guys on the streets but most of them already have girlfriends.. we were at cafe cartel for dinner and we saw wang xi lookalike. sooo cute. couldnt help starin at him sometimes. and after tt we were off the starbucks at liat towers.. fe ordered oreo cheesecake but i couldnt find anything that i like.. so we sat there chatting about stuffs.. as always.. fengen, we need to find someone!!!!! and then we all headed home..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-110636714328119377?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/110636714328119377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=110636714328119377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110636714328119377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110636714328119377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2005/01/was-out-at-orchard-yesterday-wit-feh.html' title=''/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-110624369439148294</id><published>2005-01-21T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T01:54:54.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-110624369439148294?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/110624369439148294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=110624369439148294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110624369439148294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110624369439148294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2005/01/blog-post_21.html' title=''/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-110600778501912324</id><published>2005-01-18T08:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T08:24:05.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm supposed to be on my way to school now to meet up my group members to discuss our ITAB proj. And now what......&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;They all just woke up ?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ALL 3 of them........... DIANA, FELISHYA AND AISAH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;What's the meaning of this man. Fuckin shit...... WE'RE SUPPOSED TO BE MEETING AT &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;N-I-N-E&lt;/span&gt; !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ARGHHHHHH&lt;em&gt;hhhhhhh&lt;/em&gt;HHHHHHH.....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-110600778501912324?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/110600778501912324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=110600778501912324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110600778501912324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110600778501912324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-supposed-to-be-on-my-way-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-110581287122762808</id><published>2005-01-16T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T02:14:31.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Nelly ft Tim McGraw - Over And Over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;uh uh uh&lt;br /&gt;uh uh uh&lt;br /&gt;uh uh&lt;br /&gt;uh uh uh&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;'Cause its all in my head&lt;br /&gt;I think about it over and over again&lt;br /&gt;I cant keep picturing you with him&lt;br /&gt;And it hurts so bad&lt;br /&gt;(yeah) Cause its all in my head&lt;br /&gt;I think about it over and over again&lt;br /&gt;I replay it over and over again&lt;br /&gt;And i can't take it I cant shake it(NO)&lt;br /&gt;[Nelly]&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see you&lt;br /&gt;Wanna see if you still got that look in your eye&lt;br /&gt;That one you had for me before we said our goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;And its a shame that we gotta spend our time being mad About the same things&lt;br /&gt;Over and over again (about the same thing)&lt;br /&gt;Over and over again&lt;br /&gt;Oo but I thinks she leavin&lt;br /&gt;uhh man she's leavin&lt;br /&gt;I dont know wat else to do&lt;br /&gt;(Cant go on not lovin you)&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Cause its all in my head&lt;br /&gt;I think about it over and over again&lt;br /&gt;I cant keep picturing you with him&lt;br /&gt;And it hurts so bad&lt;br /&gt;(yeah) cause its all in my head&lt;br /&gt;I think about it over and over again&lt;br /&gt;I replay it over and over again&lt;br /&gt;(yeah) and I can't take it&lt;br /&gt;(yeah)and I can't shake it ( no )&lt;br /&gt;[Nelly]&lt;br /&gt;I remember the day you left&lt;br /&gt;I remember the last breath you took right in front of me&lt;br /&gt;When you said that you would leave&lt;br /&gt;I was too damn stubborn to try to stop you or say anything&lt;br /&gt;But I see clearly now&lt;br /&gt;And this choice I made keeps playin in my head&lt;br /&gt;(Over and over again)&lt;br /&gt;Playin my head (over and over again)&lt;br /&gt;[Nelly]&lt;br /&gt;Oh I thinks shes leavin&lt;br /&gt;Uhh man shes leavin&lt;br /&gt;I dont know wat else to do&lt;br /&gt;(I cant go on not lovin you)&lt;br /&gt;Cause its all in my head&lt;br /&gt;I think about it over and over again&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep picturing you with him&lt;br /&gt;And it hurts so bad&lt;br /&gt;(yeah) cause its all in my head&lt;br /&gt;I think about it over and over again&lt;br /&gt;I replay it over and over again&lt;br /&gt;And I can't take it and I cant shake it(no)&lt;br /&gt;[Nelly]&lt;br /&gt;Now that I realize&lt;br /&gt;That I'm goin down&lt;br /&gt;From all this pain you put me through&lt;br /&gt;[Tim McGraw]&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I close my eyes (wuu wuu)&lt;br /&gt;I lock it down&lt;br /&gt;ooooo I can't go on not lovin you&lt;br /&gt;(repeat chorus 3x)&lt;br /&gt;uh uh uh uh (repeat 4x)&lt;br /&gt;Over and over again&lt;br /&gt;Over and over again&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's all in my head &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-110581287122762808?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/110581287122762808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=110581287122762808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110581287122762808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110581287122762808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2005/01/nelly-ft-tim-mcgraw-over-and-over-uh.html' title=''/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-110572084214690993</id><published>2005-01-15T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T00:49:51.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHitE! I miss &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;!!! I wanna go back there again!! I miss HK!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-110572084214690993?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/110572084214690993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=110572084214690993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110572084214690993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110572084214690993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2005/01/shite-i-miss-avenue-of-stars-i-wanna.html' title=''/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-110561801027939150</id><published>2005-01-13T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T20:07:36.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i need him, him, him, him, him, him and him. miss all of 'em. i wanna step into a time machine and *boom* i'm back to the past. i was so much happier back then. why cant i be the same now? maybe have a wonderful alfresco dinner date wit someone i really like. how can i expiate the wrongs i have done! gimme the elixir of love and maybe i would be better off. been such a pighead!!! urgh cant believe it!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-110561801027939150?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/110561801027939150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=110561801027939150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110561801027939150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110561801027939150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-need-him-him-him-him-him-him-and-him.html' title=''/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-110561022994941145</id><published>2005-01-13T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T17:57:09.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hmmm what shall i say.. read someone's testis today.. many people commented abt her being good and all that.. why dont i see it? have i blocked out all the gd pts abt her just because i dont like her? but then again, it's natural that i dont wanna see any good pts in her.. its human nature.. or is it just me? not that i wanna make peace wit her but...... shite...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-110561022994941145?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/110561022994941145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=110561022994941145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110561022994941145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110561022994941145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2005/01/hmmm-what-shall-i-say.html' title=''/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-110534440491800238</id><published>2005-01-10T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T16:18:42.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Capricorn &amp;amp; Aquarius&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When Capricorn and Aquarius join together in a love match, they tend to&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;bring out the most positive attributes of one another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;. Capricorn is a more cautious, rational outlook on life, while Aquarius is insatiable, fostering an idealistic approach to nearly everything. On the surface, they may seem like total opposites, but&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;once these two set eyes on one another, an unbreakable bond is formed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Both Capricorn and Aquarius can be opinionated to the point of seeming unwilling to compromise. Capricorn thrives on organization and is always looking for consequences. Aquarius is modern and finds routine troublesome and boring. Capricorn will find wonder in Aquarius, but may &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;get frustrated trying to find a stitch of logic in their partner's desultory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;, mystical mind. Aquarius will not appreciate the domineering streak in their partner, but will find the solid base that Capricorn provides to be a great support and will be relieved that someone will help them to take care of their personal matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Capricorn and Aquarius are ruled by Saturn, and Aquarius is also ruled by Uranus. Saturn is a cool, traditional energy. This planet is very goal-oriented and devoted to progressive thinking. Capricorn and Aquarius merge their strengths to Aquarian revolutions or Capricornian social status. Uranus is about all things different and unusual. Capricorn will show Aquarius a life based on organization, rationality and comfort. Aquarius can help Capricorn to dream more and possibly stand up for their beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Capricorn is an Earth Sign and Aquarius is an Air Sign. Aquarius sees life as an random exploration, while Capricorn looks for a specific result. At times, these two may understand where the other is coming from. Conflicts can arise in this relationship if Capricorn becomes overly regimented or Aquarius drifts off too often into flights of fancy. Both partners need to learn that they have a unique way of navigating life's paths, and so have many things to share with and learn from one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Capricorn is a Cardinal Sign and Aquarius is a Fixed Sign. Both can be implacable, opinionated and stubborn. Both partners have an intense drive to obtain objects of their desire. If they have a plan, they'll stick to it until they have what they want. Capricorn prefers to generate the ideas and to dole out the assignments. Aquarius is pleased to help Capricorn out if they are given a substantial role. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Conflicts may occur due to the pigheadedness of both Signs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;. However, if they understand they're working together for a common goal, it's much easier for them to achieve noticeable results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;What's the best aspect of the Capricorn-Aquarius relationship? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;It's the unbreakable bond they form when they come together. This relationship will be enlightening and a delight to both partners. Their love will be a valid asset, not only to themselves, but to those around them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-110534440491800238?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/110534440491800238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=110534440491800238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110534440491800238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110534440491800238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2005/01/capricorn-aquarius-when-capricorn-and.html' title=''/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-110531553953944986</id><published>2005-01-10T08:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T08:06:04.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;8.05am.. Supposed to be having ITAB lesson. But wtf, everyone's not here! So decided to write something. Couldn't get to sleep last night. Tossing and turning in bed...thinkin of him... Arghh.. he's made life "miserable" for me. Kept thinkin of the things I didnt do and I so regret now.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;:'(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-110531553953944986?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/110531553953944986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=110531553953944986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110531553953944986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110531553953944986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2005/01/8.html' title=''/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-110520235510087309</id><published>2005-01-09T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T00:39:15.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/jiangnan2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-110520235510087309?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/110520235510087309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=110520235510087309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110520235510087309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110520235510087309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2005/01/blog-post_09.html' title=''/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-110510536928248511</id><published>2005-01-07T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T21:47:48.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aRghHhhhHh... still waiting here like a fooL.... no more suGar frOm....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-110510536928248511?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/110510536928248511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=110510536928248511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110510536928248511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110510536928248511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2005/01/arghhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-110501813839183491</id><published>2005-01-06T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T21:28:58.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;What the hell...........&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;So be it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;If I have to let everything single thing be the&lt;br /&gt;way it is, then what's the use of even telling me to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;speak my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd rather speak of the dogs, the cows, the sun, the&lt;br /&gt;sky, the people who yearn for things that I dare not dream of,&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Don't tell me I'm being&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;paranoid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you think I am, then make me not feel that&lt;br /&gt;way!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stupid dumb shit response!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-110501813839183491?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/110501813839183491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=110501813839183491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110501813839183491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110501813839183491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2005/01/what-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-110492828390862214</id><published>2005-01-05T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T20:31:23.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/yo2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-110492828390862214?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/110492828390862214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=110492828390862214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110492828390862214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110492828390862214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2005/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-110485006632550353</id><published>2005-01-04T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T23:24:33.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everybody's got New Year Resolutions... So I shld have them too....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Study hard (God...How many times have I said this?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Be less hot tempered&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Smile the whole day for at least 4 days a week so that people wont think I have attitude problem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Do my tutorials beforehand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Read lecture notes before lectures&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Spend more time wit my family&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Spend more time wit Yin and Girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Get a REAL bf..........????????????????????????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Hopefully spend more time wit fe, fh, hm if they're freee!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Buy my parents the best birthday gift ever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Not complain so much about other people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Slim down to a 26 and back to 45kg and get back my flat tummy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Clean up my pig sty ONE FINE DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. BUY A NEW HANDPHONE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Sing the ta hai shi bu dong song....... MAKE SURE HE UNDERSTANDS THE MEANING OF THE SONG!! YEAH THAT'S WHAT I'M TRYING TO GET THROUGH TO HIM!!! YA!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;PS: With effect from......when I feel like it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-110485006632550353?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/110485006632550353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=110485006632550353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110485006632550353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110485006632550353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2005/01/everybodys-got-new-year-resolutions.html' title=''/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-110464642458980326</id><published>2005-01-01T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T15:07:32.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy New Year everyone!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The vballers came over to my hse yest (31 dec 2004) for a stay over-countdown. So fun!!!! (at least to me la) Met up wit hm, fe and fh at Bukit Batok MRT NTUC to get our bbq stuffs while waiting for GO5 to arrive. Chips, chicken fillet, nuggets, vege, fruits, the usual food. At around 4.30pm, GO5 arrived minus kw. Then off we went to my hse wit da bao xiao bao.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back at home, we girls did most of the work preparing the food. Dumb guys.. So I was marinating the chicken wit F, massaging the chicken. Hee.. And hm was in the kitchen cutting her fruits. Hm's expertise - Cutting up the watermelon. Now I know... Hee.. Fh cut up the veges and fe fried luncheon meat. Luncheon meat wit egg was really nice. Then Wileen came.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anw so I think we started eating at about 6 plus. But it was LADIES FIRST! So the guys had to wait for us. They claimed to be waiting for kw. But in the end they digged into the food before kw arrived. After din, we were chattin around the din table. Some watched TV. Some I'm not sure what they were doing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then the guys suggested playin cards (as always). What did we play.... Indian &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=poker" target="_blank"&gt;poker&lt;/a&gt;, murderer/detective (sj and kw can continue debating abt it), taiwan heart attack and finger guessing game. Dont rem anymore but it was fun though. Especially murderer. We were all winkin at each other. Could've winked the detective or the other murderer and all that. Some were so bitchy man. They blinked even before the game officially started. Haha. Indian &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=poker" target="_blank"&gt;poker&lt;/a&gt; was kinda lame. Had to stick the card to our foreheads. And we topped the cup wit vodka+sinalco+lemon tea syrup+green tea. EEE.. The AV tt cs brought along wasn't quite enough so I had to take mine out as well. So we just played throughout the night till it was 12. We took lots of photos too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The guys switched on the TV and the screen showed 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!" Hugs, handshakes and wishes across the hall. Haha! Then everyone "YUM SENG-ed" and it was a super long and loud one. Kw and cs were crazily makin my dogs bark wit their eagle claws, screaming at their highest pitch. Haha what fools..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And what..... we continued wit our murderer/detective game. At abt 5 plus or so, me, fe, hm and the GO5 went out for a walk. Walked to KAP mac where John bought some burger. Sat there and "chatted" wit probably only hm and kw talkin. They kept the talk going man.. Haa. After tt we walked back home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Up in the 2nd floor, everyone prepared to get to sleep. Me and fe however, were still busily chatting and giggling away. Talked abt quite a lot of stuff. Omg, how we wished....... Slepted at abt 6.30am.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;On New Year's morn, hm and her darl had to go back and cs too. Fe and fh went back after awhile. So GO5 minus cs was still around. We were being silly man. Playin murderer wit only 5 people. I was too tired to wink anymore man. They waited for the rain to stop before they headed for home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;walked them to the bus stop. They were deciding whether to eat their lunch somewhere. In the end, I went to lunch wit them at Bukit Timah food centre. Sj lent me $$ cos I didnt have my wallet wit me. After lunch, I went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Took a short nap before I went to meet fh and fe to visit ng. When we were there, he was nappin so we couldnt go in. We ended up sitting in mac. Chatted quite abit. As usual, crappin and laughing. Shhh sshhh shhh shhh shhh!! Haha. After tt we walked at the pasar malam for awhile. Then I went home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Really enjoyed myself. Thanks gessvballers. Such a bunch of fun loving people who make times we spend together so colourful. ONWARD GESSIANS!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's all folks!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-110464642458980326?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/110464642458980326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=110464642458980326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110464642458980326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110464642458980326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-new-year-everyone-vballers-came.html' title=''/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-110432401553294451</id><published>2004-12-29T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T20:42:20.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Yest was my bday!!!!!! Had school till 5pm. Friends were really sweet. Thanks for da cake!! Gek San and Diana gave me a bunch of bananas for my bday pressie. So nice of them..... Haha! Daniel gave me chocs from mezza nine. Soooo yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;After school, I met up wit fh, fe and hm. A treat to Phin's steakhouse and NYDC. Hee thanks guys. NYDC's irish cream mudpie is superb. Then we took some neoprints BMG thingy. For some reason out of 5 photos, 3 photos had fe pointing her middle finger. The rest of us were so acting cute. All the 1-10 poses. Haha. Then hm had to go off, so the 3 of us walked to far east.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;After that, met up wit Merv at Somerset mrt. He gave me a pair of topaz ear studs. :D Not bad. When I wore it to school today, my friends said it was so not me. Too decent. :D Okays, now photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/28deccombined.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/recieptcombined.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-110432401553294451?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/110432401553294451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=110432401553294451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110432401553294451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110432401553294451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/12/yest-was-my-bday-had-school-till-5pm.html' title=''/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-110363078865508001</id><published>2004-12-21T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T20:20:00.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luther Vandross - I'd Rather&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I thought some time alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Was what we really needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;You said this time would hurt more than it helps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;But I couldn't see that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I thought it was the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Of a beautiful story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;And so I left the one I loved at home to be alone(alone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;And I tried and found out this one thing is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;That I'm nothing without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I know better now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;And I've had a change of heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I'd rather have bad times with you, than good times with someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'd rather be beside you in a storm, than safe and warm by myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I'd rather have hard times together, than to have it easy apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I'd rather have the one who holds my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Whoo-oo-oo-oo yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;And then I met someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And thought she could replace you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We got a long just fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;But wasted time because she was not you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;We had a lot of fun though we knew we were faking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Love was not impressed with our connection built on lies, all lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So I'm here cause I found this one thing is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;That I'm nothing without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I know better now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;And I've had a change of heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'd rather have bad times with you, than good times with someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'd rather be beside you in a storm, than safe and warm by myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I'd rather have hard times together, than to have it easy apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I'd rather have the one who holds my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Who holds my heart,who holds my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;I can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; blame you if you turn away from me, like I've done you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I can only prove the things I say with time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;please be mine, oh ho please be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'd rather have bad times with(please be mine) you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Than good times with someone else(I know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I'd rather be beside you in a storm(anytime),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Than safe and warm by myself(surely surely baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I'd rather have hard times together,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Than to have it easy apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'd rather have the one who holds my heart(my heart)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-110363078865508001?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/110363078865508001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=110363078865508001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HATED work yesterday! Was at work and pulling a super long face the whole day. My other colleague was supposed to be there workin wit me BUT she said she didnt wanna work in the end. Because why? I dont know either. And this issue caused me and Yilan to argue. So I am super pissed still. Plus the one who didnt come to work said something that hurt me. Well, fine I wont bother anymore. I went to the lift landing to take some bags out. I had to put them up before raymond starts opening his mouth and screw me up. Then I was at the counter tagging the bags. And this fucking bitch had to be such a busybody. She asked me if the bags had other colours. I didnt feel like answering her so I just kept quiet and continued taggin the bags. But she asked again. And I just gave her a one-word reply. Well, she was fucked in the first place. The free keychains were for people who buy our products. But she didnt buy a single of our stuff. And because the keychains were on the table, she asked if it was a free gift. KPO. I stared at her and she stared back. Then she said "the service here is bad" Ya so why not fuck off cos it's too bad that I dont like your face. But that freakin tadeo gave her so many keychains!!!! ARGGHHH bitch. So she paid and off she goes. But she came back. But there was no cashier at that time. Then she called me "SHOO!" What the fuck?! BITCHIFIED PUSSY!!! Ya but anyway I just walked off w/o even lookin at her. Yay!! I pity her son for havin such a mom. *pukes*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Sat at B1 wit merv and told him bout it. But he was tired, so he was a little quiet. Just listened to my MP3. Shit im bored and dont wanna say anymore. Time to fuck off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-110350850446720486?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/110350850446720486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=110350850446720486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110350850446720486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110350850446720486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/12/hated-work-yesterday-was-at-work-and.html' title=''/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-110329257723778776</id><published>2004-12-17T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T22:09:37.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Plus One - Here In My Heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wherever you are tonight girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll see you in my dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wherever I go tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll be here next to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And though we are a world apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you'll never be that far&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause here in my heart there's a picture of us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Together forever unfaded and unbroken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wherever you are your love covers me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forever more you'll be here in my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whenever I miss, miss you so much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's more than I can bear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't cry, I'll just close my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And know you'll be there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your kiss and your touch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll never forget&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause you're as close as my very next breath&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-110329257723778776?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/110329257723778776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=110329257723778776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110329257723778776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110329257723778776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/12/plus-one-here-in-my-heart-wherever-you.html' title=''/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-110310118153832076</id><published>2004-12-15T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T20:16:37.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mrs Tan-Lim Lu Sia.. Whatever shit name is that. I dont like her!! Had her tutorial lesson yesterday. She was errrr "JOKIN" and the whole class was laughing. Urghhh but it's not funny!!!! Why are you guys laughing? She's such a fake. Stupid dumb dumb. She asked where was Kim Yong. So the guys said that he's still in India, on holiday. And mrs tan said "For a minute I thought he's in Cambodia" DIAO~ What's the link?!?!?!?!?! And she keeps talkin bout her kids.. Nah actually not talkin but boasting! What the hell. Has she ever heard of yi shan hai you yi shan gao ?????????? Quit boasting b*tch!!! Alright it's a little too mean to call her a b*tch. But she's weird alright.... WEIRD.. And in the lecture theatre today, she was lamin around again. She talks too much.. I mean if someone talks too much and still make sense, then fine! Not only does she talk too much, she aint talkin any sense!!!!!!! URGHHHHH............ And she keeps saying "I'm so proud of myself for not knowing how to use the sms. And I refuse to learn" What the fuck!!!! Firstly, what's there to be proud of? If you dont know how to sms then ya, so be it. If you refuse to learn then good for you. It's alright if she says it only once. But she keeps repeating herself and wit tt super duper irritating expression~ Well, I dont like her face anyway. Puts me off. Not only me!!! Someone else told me tt her face puts people off too.. And she's always Matthew-ing here and there. Fairus-ing here and there.. Biased! Not that I want her to go Joceyln-ing. But... Oh well... Okays I'll stop bitchin bout her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Today, Human Resource lesson was totally ZZZZZZ.. The way the lecturer talked.. OMG!!! People, remember teachers always teach us not to read from the screen when delivering a presentation? He totally succeeded man!! BUT, he talked as if he was reading from the book!! Like story telling~ I was makin quite a lot of noise talkin and foolin ard wit my friends but he didnt even bother to stop us. And guess what, his rule states "No talkin in class". Tsk tsk~ He tried to make the lesson interesting, so he asked questions. But the very next billionth of a second, he answered his own question~ So he's teaching the HR module. And he told us "Next time when you go out to work, DONT work in the HR dept. You'll die for sure" Haha dumb~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;Merv kinda "confessed" today. Oh well, enjoy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-110310118153832076?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/110310118153832076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=110310118153832076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110310118153832076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110310118153832076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/12/mrs-tan-lim-lu-sia.html' title=''/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-110295203577926706</id><published>2004-12-13T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T23:36:40.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmmm why is it sometimes I feel so positive about the way things are. And sometimes I don't. I thought I sorted things out at that moment. But the very next min, I feel so lousy about myself. Hmm the lines on ur palms tell you what kinda life you have led in the past and what kinda life you will lead in the future. These lines wont change. Does it mean you cant build your own beauitful bright future? Is it all meant to be? Everyday of your life is planned by god. If you're lucky then you're lucky. If you're shit then you're a total piece of shit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today's the first day of school. I feel delighted being able to meet my friends again after the break. But, some other unpleasant things happened too. The person involved might not know or even realise what she's doing. Plus, she's done it many times. I guess not on purpose. That's her style. Hopefully, given time things will turn out for the better.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time really flies. Need to buck up this semster. Don't wanna regret a second time. I feel the need to do well in my studies. During the trip to Hong Kong, I've reflected upon certain issues. My attitude towards my parents and my studies. Being alone in a foreign country for the first time has certainly made me realise how much I love my parents and how important they are to me. I made an attempt to call them every night and I did it most willingly (surprisingly). On the day before my trip, I had an heated argument wit my Mum over somewhat money matters. We said things we shouldn't have. On the day of my departure to Hong Kong, we simply said goodbye and that was all. But when I was in Hong Kong and she sms-ed me saying she loved me, that was then I knew I missed her. Quarrels and "I hate her!!" didnt exist anymore. And for the first time in a long long time, I told her I loved her too. I always felt saying I love you to my Mum was e&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=MBA" target="_blank"&gt;mba&lt;/a&gt;rrassing, plain dumb. Everytime she asked me to call her, I said yes and forget about the promise the next min. My excuse was always "I'm too busy" or "I forgot". In Hong Kong, I could never forget to call my parents. All I wanted to do when I got back was to hear their voices. And I got frustrated when I couldn't get through. I didn't use to like talkin to my dad over the phone, but for some reason, I asked my mum to pass the phone to my dad. I totally love my dad. He has done so much for me. My parents are the best parents in the world!! Now, it's home sweet home. I'm glad I have them sheltering me all these years......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lastly, anyone who cared to read this entry, don't try too hard in everything you do. Many people have said this "If it's meant to be, it will be". Happy school reopen!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-110295203577926706?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/110295203577926706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=110295203577926706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110295203577926706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110295203577926706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/12/hmmm-why-is-it-sometimes-i-feel-so.html' title=''/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-110287152381708370</id><published>2004-12-12T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T08:20:58.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HK Trip 8th-12th Dec 2004&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmm just got back home from my trip to Hong Kong wit Sarah and Liling. Enjoyed it very much. Took quite a lot of photos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day One:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I was a little teeny weeny bit late in the morn. Haha. Sorry!! Checked in our luggage and said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; bye to my mummy. Awwww I missed her so much. Couldnt stop thinkin bout my parents and **ahem*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;* on the plane. Well I couldnt help it! It's my first time away alone w/o my parents. But anw, first thing at HKIA I saw this leng zai, wearing a dark blur jacket wit "69" on the back. Nice hair nice face nice lips. :D Then we were off to the hotel in Tsim Tsa Tsui. Checked in and left our bags in the hotel room. Wasted no time, off to the streets!!! AND I SAW JIMMY AND RAYMOND FROM TENSION ALONG NATHAN ROAD!!!! Woohoo!! So cute.. What luck, bumping into them on the first day of my trip. Then we were on the streets walkin ard familiarising ourselves. Saw so many super duper cute and good lookin guys. What the hell! They're so much better than the guys in Singapore. They've got their own style. Hair, clothes, shoes everything! Not only is Hong Kong a shopping paradise, it's also a cuties paradise. Bwahaha they so turn me on~ At HMV, I bought Chingy's album "Jackpot" and a DVD "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre". Sarah said it's a good movie. Well, bought them at relatively cheaper prices. Sarah bought so many DVDs. Total-ed to about HK$800 plus? Waster~ Haha.. Then we went to HarbourCity. Daniel intro-ed this place to us. But it's too expensive!!! Duh~ Branded place. Not our cup of tea~ We didnt even wanna walk into the shops. Checked out the Giordano stores. Quite cool~ Like different from Singapore. Selling winter clothes. They've got nice scarves and jackets. Hmmm cant buy anything from there. Later in the night, we went to Temple Street. It's a night market. Cheap stuffs where you can bargain wit the store holders. I think I bought a belt and plasma ball. Cool.. Oh and the 7-eleven opp our hotel has this fat and huge sausage. Yummy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day Two:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Woke up quite early in the morn and we took the MTR down to Tung Chung. Then we took a bus up the the Po Lin Monastery (however you spell it). The bus ride was about 45 mins. We slept through most of it, wit Liling squeezing me and me squeezing Sarah. Haha poor Sarah~ Finally when we reached Po Lin Monastery, we headed for the temple. Beautiful figurines. We prayed and all. Then we ate lunch!!! Cheap and really fillin~ For about SGD$5 each, we had fried bee hoon, 3 diff types of dishes, spring roll and tt yam thingy. Not bad. Then off we went to climb the stairs up to where the Biggest Sitting Buddha is. So many many flights of stairs. I think there were bout 10 flights of stairs. Liling was first to reach, then Sarah then me. Arggghh I hate climbing stairs. But it was worth the while. The view from the top was magnificent. Totally~ We spent quite some time there. Then we were off to the Ladies' Market in Mong Kok. There's just sooo many things I wanna buy~ Urghh but I was freakin broke. Second night only, and I'm broke. Dumb right? Bought a Baby Phat track suit. Bought Puma sling. Bought this bought that. I couldn't resist!!! Then we walked back to Tsim Tsa Tsui from Mong Kok. Back in the hotel room, we chatted real lots. Tsk tsk, you know I know nobody else will know. Haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day Three:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;On this day we visited Wong Tai Sin Temple. What happened? We went to shake that thingy. I dont know what its called. We asked abt love, studies and family. 3 of us wit the same qns. We bought the lots. And what the woman told us are so true. Omg, you wont believe it unless you're there to experience it yourself. Initially, we didnt wanna do the palmistry thingy. But we did it anw. I was first. So she read my palm and forehead. First thing she said "Dont be so stubborn!!" Hmmm she's accurate in almost everything she said. Bout my past. And she told me what might happen in my future. Cool, better believe it than not. :D And Sarah was next. First thing she said to her was "You talk to much". Haha Sarah~ Watch it. How bout Liling? "Very strong character" Everything's so true. From palmistry, I've come to realise one thing - everything is fated. It's true. So I say, dont try too hard! After that we went back to the hotel. At night we went to the Avenue of Stars. The night view of the city. Aiya~ It's just beautiful. No buts about it. Oh and did I mention we fuckin got conned by fuckin CHINA MEN. KA NI NA. I SO HATE THEM TO THE CORE. THEY'RE BETTER OFF DEAD!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day Four:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Woke up, didnt know what to do. Had no plans no money no nothing. Met up wit Vivian at abt 12. Sarah and Liling went somewhere else. Had to be back in the hotel room by 4pm, cos we wanted to go to Victoria's Peak (Shan Ding) in the night. Went to Mong Kok wit Vivian for some window shoppin. Booohoooo... Broke!!!!! Saw so many nice stuffs but just cant buy any of them! Wished I didnt buy tt Baby Phat track suit. Stripped me of my privillege to shop for better things. There was this street where they sell nothing but sports apparels, bags and shoes. Nike air force black and pink so nice!!! But cant buy. Bag soo nice!! Also cant buy. Everything soo nice!! Urghh... Then we went on to Kowloon Tong. Huge shopping mall. But mostly more-expensive-than-average products. Wish I had the $$$$$... Time really flies. It's already the fourth day and it's already 3.30pm. Time to head back to the hotel. Was back at 4pm but felt a little hungry. So went to the noodle store opp the hotel to lunch wit Viv. Her treat! Hee thanks! Back in the hotel, we decided not to go to Victoria's Peak. So sad. I wanted to see the view from up there. But becos we didnt have anymore money wit us............................. Sigh~ What to do! So we slacked. Watched channel V wit Wilber's advert repeating like twice every ten mins. He wants ice cold coca cola!!! Couldnt get to sleep tt night cos we napped in the afternoon. So dumb.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day Five:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Which is today. We have to leave Hong Kong.. Already?! Time really flies. Woke up the first today (in five days)!!!! Haha. Then went ard finding tim sum takeaway wit Sarah. And then we went to Sasa to buy more combs! And then back to the hotel room and down to the lobby and off to the airport. Oh and we wrote our wishes on this card and hung it on the Christmas tree. :D At the airport, we bought nothing but biscuits and biscuits, just so that we could use up our HK$$$ that was left wit the hotel for the mini bar and tel bills. Hmmm we carried da bao xiao bao. All over, lookin so clumsy. Then the plane took off, touched down at 5.30pm. And now I'm back home. Hopefully, we'll go there again in 2.5 yrs time like we planned. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really enjoyed this trip. I wanna thank Sarah and Liling for lookin after me and makin this trip fun. Haha. I hope you guys enjoyed yourself too. Sorry for the black face. Haha. But I swear I did not regret going on this trip wit you guys. And lastly may CHINA MEN DIE HORRIBLY!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-110287152381708370?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/110287152381708370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=110287152381708370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110287152381708370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110287152381708370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/12/hk-trip-8th-12th-dec-2004-hmm-just-got.html' title=''/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-110243893018362883</id><published>2004-12-08T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T01:02:10.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;taking away&lt;br /&gt;the fact that i care about you&lt;br /&gt;it's just your ways, so sweet&lt;br /&gt;everything seems right around you&lt;br /&gt;did you know&lt;br /&gt;that you had this calming way about you&lt;br /&gt;in your touch&lt;br /&gt;and i wanna know if i could be your girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one who puts her arms around you&lt;br /&gt;the one who lays her head beside you&lt;br /&gt;the one who listens when you need it&lt;br /&gt;when no one else sees, i can see it (your girl)&lt;br /&gt;the one who knows when somethings wrong&lt;br /&gt;the one who knows your favourite song (your girl)&lt;br /&gt;the one who all your family loves&lt;br /&gt;the one you place no one above&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm happy to say&lt;br /&gt;in a lot of ways you've changed me&lt;br /&gt;makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;when you said that you were glad the day you found me&lt;br /&gt;i'm wishing away&lt;br /&gt;any harm that might ever find you&lt;br /&gt;heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;i really feel, i'll always be you girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one who puts her arms around you&lt;br /&gt;the one who lays her head beside you&lt;br /&gt;the one listens when you need it&lt;br /&gt;when no one else sees, i can see it (your girl)&lt;br /&gt;the one who knows when somethings wrong&lt;br /&gt;the one who knows your favourite song (your girl)&lt;br /&gt;the one who all your family loves&lt;br /&gt;the one you place no one above&lt;br /&gt;your girl your girl your girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i just wana be the one who's true to you&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna be the one who makes you smile&lt;br /&gt;the one who holds you down&lt;br /&gt;your girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one who puts her arms around you&lt;br /&gt;the one who lays her head beside you&lt;br /&gt;the one listens when you need it&lt;br /&gt;when no one else sees, i can see it (your girl)&lt;br /&gt;the one who knows when somethings wrong&lt;br /&gt;the one who knows your favourite song (your girl)&lt;br /&gt;the one who all your family loves&lt;br /&gt;the one you place no one above&lt;br /&gt;the one who's true to you, and down for ya&lt;br /&gt;the one who makes you smile and laughs witcha&lt;br /&gt;the one who holds you down, i'm there for ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one who puts her arms around you&lt;br /&gt;the one who lays her head beside you&lt;br /&gt;the one listens when you need it&lt;br /&gt;when no one else sees, i can see it (your girl)&lt;br /&gt;the one who knows when somethings wrong&lt;br /&gt;the one who knows your favorite song (your girl)&lt;br /&gt;the one who all your family loves&lt;br /&gt;the one you place no one above&lt;br /&gt;I can be anything you need...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-110243893018362883?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/110243893018362883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=110243893018362883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110243893018362883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110243893018362883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/12/taking-away-fact-that-i-care-about-you.html' title=''/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-110217832619362467</id><published>2004-12-05T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T00:38:46.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On this day~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Papa bought me an mp3 player!!! Yay!!! N200..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lunched wit him.. SO HAPPY!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-110217832619362467?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/110217832619362467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=110217832619362467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110217832619362467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110217832619362467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/12/on-this-day.html' title='On this day~'/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-110191980817716843</id><published>2004-12-02T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T01:12:34.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went to work looking glum and stoned at 3.30pm. For some reason, I didnt feel jumpy. Maybe the influenza jab was getting to me, up my fuckin brain and all over my veins. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recieved my pay cheque!!!!!!! Yipeee! First thing I did was to drop the cheque at the bank! Cant wait to see my pathetic balance increase. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmmm first and last thing of the day that pissed me off. AUNTIE SIEW ENG, the supervisor of Robinson's Raffles City. Mighty bitch!! I went to the disgusting rubbish dump look-a-like office wit Liling to find someone to get the paper for requisiting price tags to be signed. We walked in.. wit 3 fat butts facing us. They heard our footsteps. SIEW ENG AUNTIE turned ard and the very min she saw us, "MEI YOU KONG LA!!!!!!!!!!!!" (not free) spilled out of her rotten mouth. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KA NI NA, she didnt even ask what we wanted. And she said it in the most digustingly childish tone. It's not as if we wanted her signature badly or something. We could've found someone else. But ya know, SIEW ENG AUNTIE, you were our LAST RESORT. I was pissed but for some reason, Liling couldnt stop laughing. In the end Victoria signed the paper. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah people heed me, SIEW ENG is a bitch!! I shall end my "speech" here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-110191980817716843?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/110191980817716843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=110191980817716843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110191980817716843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110191980817716843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/12/went-to-work-looking-glum-and-stoned.html' title=''/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-110145188917444174</id><published>2004-11-26T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T22:22:53.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wooohooo!! Back from vball chalet!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally back from chalet. Tired and sleepy. First time I joined the vball people for chalet. Didnt have the chance to in the past. Boohooo mummy dont allow~ Didnt regret going for the chalet cos I enjoyed myself quite alot even though we have nothing much to do. Just gathering wit them, I feel contented. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;First day, I met fe and yuting at city hall. Went to eat dinner at BK and conveniently visited liling and jean. As usual tt stupid Pooh meet and greet session was on. Noisy and noisy and noisy. Then we went to meet zy at the control station and headed for downtown east! Night was bbq. Brought my cousin along. Fe, hm, zy my cous and me sat at a table away from the bbq pit chatting and crapping as always. Horny bitch! She kept making horny noises and called herself a slut. Haha. Guess she didnt really enjoy herself cos she was tired after her vball training and all that. Went home at about 10 plus. GO5 celebrated John's bday though it was one day late. They only gave him a slice of cake wit a candle on top of it. So that's his bday cake.. Haha but it's all bluff. They smashed that small little slice of cake into his face and gave him a bigger cake. Then the guys were all playin. Cream all over their faces and body. Extra toppings of ketchup and chilli. And the girls opp our pit were lookin and admiring the guys half naked. Haha. Fe, hm and zy awaited fh's arrival. When she finally came, she told them bout her experience when she was in China, but I was back up in the room playin cards wit the guys. Heart attack!!! I dont believe I'm tt slow. Maybe I was just tired la. Haha but I seem to be the last to smack the damn cards many times. It was just cards and cards and cards the whole night. The guys dominated the damn &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Bed" target="_blank"&gt;bed&lt;/a&gt;s leavin us girls wit nowhere to sleep. Bad asses!!! The guys watched soccer for a short while and were knocked out by the vodka after tt. Hm, me, fe and cs were out star gazing. Haa the sky was freakin beautiful. Could see many many many stars. Saw 2 planets too. Cs said it's Jupiter and Venus. Cool eh.. And they had free &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Internet" target="_blank"&gt;internet&lt;/a&gt; too. So we were so bored tt we typed some shit on fe's blog. Hee.. After tt, we were at the bbq pits. Shi choon, junrong and yuperng joined us. EVIL talks. Haha.. Didnt go back to the room cos there was nowhere to sleep. After tt andy and fh joined us. We just sat at some benches and talked and talked. Cold racist jokes. Haha. I hate blangas!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2nd day was alright alright alright. So were were still talkin and talkin. Then we decided to go for breakfast. Ate at macs. Sausage mcmuffin wit egg. Yum yum.. Then we went back to the room for a short short nap. Xavier is a freakin pig. Slept the earliest and woke up the latest. Must be the panadols after the drink. Haha. Finally, we decided to go out. Felix borrowed xavier's bike cos he bai ka.. Hmmm we were ard zone X. Wanted to play pool. But we needed to produce our i/c. Could tell kw was pissed wit tt woman. Haha. But it's just a procedure to produce ur i/c no matter how old we look la. So in the end we went to bowl. Before the 2nd game finished, I was already feeling drained. Bowl too much a little boring la. Then, back in the room, it's just cards again. Or was it kids central? I dont remember. Then dazhang and xavier had to go. Borin~ Anw dinner was lousy. Ate Laksa. 3 bucks per bowl and so little noodles... Waste of our money. Wasnt fillin and the guys said it tasted bad. Hm even felt like vomitting. The guys bought more food at macs. Back in the room, we watched tv.. Night was cards and cards again~ Haha yuperng arrived later followed by shichoon. They brought vodka vanilla. Nicey.. yaoyi came too. So hm and fh both had their bfs.. Booohoooo..... Im so lonely~ Went to sleep. 3 plus greg called. Crazy leh~ Disturb my beauty sleep. 4 plus and the guys were still not asleep. They were watching soccer. Omg.. Had a snoring machine (andy) beside me when I was sleepin la. Just goes on and on and on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So here we are. The 3rd day. Had to check out by 10.30am. We packed out stuffs and all tt. Then we left. Went to BK. Felix's parents were fetchin GO5 home so they went off first. Left wit me, fh, hm, andy and yaoyi. They ate breakfast. After that it was home sweet home. In the mrt, there was this ah gong.. OMG!!!!! He's so irritating. He was sitting beside me sleepin and his head kept tilting towards me.. ARGHHHH.... And he got off at Bugis. Y cant he get off earlier!! ARGHHHHH.. K la.. tt's all. Im gonna sleep... *oink oink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/vballchalet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I felt nice spending the time wit HIM, though it was only for one night and half a day the next day. I hope it will not end here. On the first night, sitting beside HIM while playin cards was purely magical. We were so close to each other. He didnt shun me which was a good thing. And I couldnt help but kept peepin at him. *winks* On the second day, when they were playin cards and I was lyin beside HIM checkin his phone out, he tried to take his phone back from me. He leaned over me. Yummy, I loved the warmth from his body. But, he went home in the evening cos he had to attend some class in church and I started thinkin about HIM after that. Still thinkin bout HIM though. I was glad when he replied my sms nicely. Thought that he might ignore me or something. The best thing was that he didnt seem uninterested in replying. We continued our conversation for a little while more before he went to sleep. He said he wanted to come back to the chalet but he felt it was a little stupid. How I wish he came back. I noticed HIM lookin at me too. Well, maybe I'm just being over sensitive. I dont know. We made eye contact quite alot of times as well. Hmm but I guess it's not possible cos he told me he likes someone else. *prayin* Missin HIM.....&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-110145188917444174?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/110145188917444174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=110145188917444174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110145188917444174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110145188917444174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/11/wooohooo-back-from-vball-chalet.html' title=''/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-110105444731790854</id><published>2004-11-22T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T00:27:27.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to go or not to go to go or not to go to go or not to go to go or not to go to go or not to go to go or not to go to go or not to go to go or not to go to go or not to go to go or not to go to go or not to go to go or not to go to go or not to go to go or not to go to go or not to go to 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go to go or not to go to go or not to go to go or not to go to go or not to go to go or not to go to go or not to go to go or not to go to go or not to go to go or not to go to go or not to go to go or not to go to go or not to go to go or not to go to go or not to go to go or not to go to go or not to go to go or not to go to go or not to go to go or not to go to go or not to go to go or not to go to go or not to go to go or not to go to go or not to go to go or not to go to go or not to go &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-110105444731790854?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/110105444731790854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=110105444731790854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110105444731790854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110105444731790854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/11/to-go-or-not-to-go-to-go-or-not-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-110079183919911089</id><published>2004-11-17T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T23:31:56.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saw someone today~ But he siam like lightning.. Basket~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-110079183919911089?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/110079183919911089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=110079183919911089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110079183919911089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110079183919911089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/11/saw-someone-today-but-he-siam-like.html' title=''/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-110053588471504126</id><published>2004-11-16T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T01:18:31.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Work has never been so fun. Crappin wit the crazy girl named Liling. But in the midst of all that fun, something shitty and e&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=MBA" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mba&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rassing happened. Crap, what a dumb thing to do. BIG MISTAKE!! DA CUO TE CUO!! And when I was packin the damn shoes upstairs 3rd level, some Jennifer AH SOH started naggin at how messy all the shoes were. Like duh~ customers have hands that take out shoes from shoe boxes and throw them around when we the foolish promoters dont know and are not around. Fortunately, Zhanrong was there to help me rearrange all that shit. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jen AH SOH: Everything's so messy pls arrange them in order or whereby customers can find the shoes easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: Ive arranged them neatly this morn!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jen AH SOH: Oh so you arranged them this morning? (didnt i say what i just said?!) Ya, look at this stack. Arrange them like that, like that, like that. (and she keeps pointing at that damn stack of shoes and she's still pointing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: Yaaa!!! I can see!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jen AH SOH: Pls arrange them. Look its so messy!! (Aint she repeating what she just said?! Hate this!) Some dont have tags which have their model number so how are we going to find the shoes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: Ya look all the shoes of the same design are all together. And you can estimate by looking at the colour of the shoes. Plus, the colour of the shoe in the shoe box is labelled!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jen AH SOH: Look, there's this here and that there.. Pls arrange them properly. (is she even listening?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: (thinkin) Oh just shut up bitch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Zhanrong: OKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOK I'll do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jen AH SOH: Yeah see its..........(before she could finish)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Zhanrong: OKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOKOK I'll help you arrange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anws, had dinner wit fenghui and huimin at BK. Tt gay Shaun~ Sigh~ And after work, had haagen daz ice creeeaammm wit Liling and Zhanrong. Haha now I remember his name! Tt guy is lame. Yer know the ice cream "dish" is called seven heaven I think. Ya so it's made of up 7 different flavours of ice cream plus toppings!! Let me see, there was err rum and raisin, something almond vanilla, belgian choc, green tea (which Liling ate all by herself and didnt even bother to let us try, uh huh), oreo ice cream. Hmmm dont remember the rest but oh well, go try if you have the chance to!!! The haagen daz staff gave us a 10% discount. Haha must be Liling's charm. Cast a spell on him. Tt guy told us that haagen daz closes at 11!! But they kinda chased us out by 2230. KNN! Then went home. Walked wit tt Zhanrong to the bus stop. He was gayin away~ Keep saying there's a shadow when we walked along the alley. Gayass... But he was nice to walk me to my bus stop and waited for the bus wit me. Thanks eh.. Hehe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-110053588471504126?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/110053588471504126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=110053588471504126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110053588471504126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110053588471504126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/11/work-has-never-been-so-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-110044309763509210</id><published>2004-11-14T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T00:31:06.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Today SOMEONE told me that my blog is boring.. So if you do read this, you better post a comment k! Haha. Fine I'll tell you what I did today!! Beach wit Feng Hui, Feng En and Zhi Yang. OH MY GOD!! BLACK ANTS EVERYWHERE!! Aiya, cant help it if im racist. And some stupid guy pretended to be nice like "Oh wo pa da dao ta (Afraid that I'll hit her)". Went to 7-eleven wit FE to get some "bread". Its not our fault tt we took so long right. Just that some girl, I guess she was shitting in the toilet, took sooo freak-IN long. Hees finally not afraid of spiking, rather not so afraid. The other time at NP was crap. Beach friendly wit some errr lousy shits?! Not trying to say that Im a pro or what but ya know what I mean right?! Whatever, if you dont understand what I'm talkin abt, its fine cos neither do I understand myself. And lunch was soo filling eh.. 4 bowls of corn soup. FE just didnt like it. Complain so much!! And keep scolding the rain. Aiyooo!!! Just before we went to bathe, we sat along the....what's tt word?!?! In front of the sea la!! And talking, chatting. Usual stuff friends would do. AND OH MY GOD AGAIN!! In the bus, the person sitting beside me smelled like "bread". Know what I mean ya FE? Haha. EEEEE!! Dinner was at LJS, Cine but wit Huimin as well. And I got to know abt some sad news. Sorry!!! I didnt mean to say "What, he's gonna die?". I didnt know. Cool, so after such a million gezillion years, the 4 of us are out together. Though it was only for a short while, I truly enjoyed the company of you guys. Somehow I wish we could be together again in GESS. After dinner was just strolling along Orchard Rd. As usual me and FE looking out for cute guys. But for some reason, they have all disappeared today. They're all dead!!!! And I pierced my ear. Couldnt decide where I want the damn hole to be. Whatever, it still hurts!! And I cant turn the damn stud now. Haha. Oh yeah, its such a coincidence tt when I got off 143, 124 was just behind. I was looking out for the 2 of you (FE,FH) also leh!! Haha! Errr well, gonna have dinner again wit FH and HM tmr!! Okays Im done telling you abt what I did today. Sooo, EXCUSEEEE MUAH, the one who said my blog is boring, it aint now k.. Haha.. Nighty!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-110044309763509210?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/110044309763509210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=110044309763509210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110044309763509210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110044309763509210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/11/today-someone-told-me-that-my-blog-is.html' title=''/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-110036341666962000</id><published>2004-11-14T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T00:35:57.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think Tim is such a sweetie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think Yuan Yao is a nice guy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-110036341666962000?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/110036341666962000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=110036341666962000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110036341666962000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110036341666962000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-think-tim-is-such-sweetie.html' title=''/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-110017123150850416</id><published>2004-11-11T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T19:07:11.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A SONG FOR YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby i love you and I'll never let you go&lt;br /&gt;But if I have to, boi I think that you should know&lt;br /&gt;All the love we made can never be erased&lt;br /&gt;And I promise you that you will never be replaced&lt;br /&gt;Baby i love you and I'll never let you go,&lt;br /&gt;But if I have to, boi I think that you should know,&lt;br /&gt;the love we made can never be erased&lt;br /&gt;And I promise you that you will never be replaced&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do&lt;br /&gt;I'll be with you as long as you want me to until the end of time&lt;br /&gt;From the day I met you&lt;br /&gt;I knew we'd be together&lt;br /&gt;And now I know I wanna be with you forever&lt;br /&gt;I wanna marry you and I wanna have your kids&lt;br /&gt;Things could never compare to the feeling of your kisses&lt;br /&gt;I can say I'm truly happy to this day&lt;br /&gt;You make me thank god that I live my life everyday&lt;br /&gt;There's never been a doubt in my mind&lt;br /&gt;That I regret ever having you by my side&lt;br /&gt;But if the day comes that I have to let you go&lt;br /&gt;I think there's something I should probably let you know&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed everyday that I spent with you&lt;br /&gt;And I will miss you cuz I'm happy that I had you at all&lt;br /&gt;Baby i love you and I'll never let you go&lt;br /&gt;But if I have to, boi I think that you should know&lt;br /&gt;All the love we made can never be erased&lt;br /&gt;And I promise you that you will never be replaced&lt;br /&gt;Baby i love you and I'll never let you go&lt;br /&gt;But if I have to, boi I think that you should know&lt;br /&gt;The love we made can never be erased&lt;br /&gt;And I promise you that you will never be replaced&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do&lt;br /&gt;I'll be with you as long as you want me to until the end of time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-110017123150850416?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/110017123150850416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=110017123150850416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110017123150850416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110017123150850416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/11/song-for-you-baby-i-love-you-and-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-110001550085414943</id><published>2004-11-09T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T23:51:40.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/bugis.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;AURA READING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/aura2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Blue right (Expression): The world sees you as calm and peaceful. You have a generally quiet and contemplative nature which has a pacifying effect on others. Unification and a sense of belonging is important to you. Blue represents loyalty, depth of feeling, relaxed sensitivity, empathy and an artistic nature. People see you as the calm in the troubled sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Red/orange centre (Experience): Right now you are driven to express yourself! You want to bring out and promote your creative ideas and inspiration. Now you have the confidence and certainty to stand on your own and show the world who you are. "Creative" and "dynamic" would be best describe you now. You are a lively and entertaining companion and usually find yourself the center of attention in most social situations. You may be an inspired entertainer or artist, or perhaps an entrepreneur with an original product. Whatever you do, people are entranced by your charisma and originality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Orange/red left: (Future):&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A creative and excitng future is ahead of you. Orange is a mixture of active red and intellectual yellow, a colour which indicates originality and independence. Be prepapred for an inspired time in your life in which you dive headfirst into your creative endeavours and personal projects. You will feel the confidence and personal power to begin and complete projects which interests you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yellow/green throat (Communication): You natuarally express your spirituality and powerful healing abilities. You trust your inner knowing and follow your intuition. Guided by your sixth sense rather than by logic, you have a certainty about which direction to take in life. You speak of the importance of faith and the ever present energy of divine. Being an articulate communicator, you have the ability to be a spiritual leader.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Orange/red heart (Empathy): A creative and whole hearted attitude towards life would best decribe you. Full of energy, drive and unique ideas, you do nothing halfway, diving headfirst, full throttle, into projects and relationships that interest you. You feel strongly about expressing your own ideas, either completely foor, or against, without ambivalance or apathy. Most of all, you desire your prescence known, seen and heard. Being curious, fearless and ambitious, you want to enjoy and experience all that life has to offer. You are a natual leader and trend setter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Gold solar plexus: You may be filled with such joy and hope that you may be an inspiration to many people. You glow with a beautiful inner light that people instantly recognize and respond to. You are full of inspiration, utopian ideals, and zeal. You easily impress others with your optimism and excitement with new ideas. You have a quick, curious mind always happy and hungry for new learning. You are happy to be just who you are and feel the confidence to accomplish anything you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Golden orange sex: Friendship, socializing, having fun and being yourself are what you wish to focus on now. You make your work and chores a pleasure, and strive to enjoy every moment. You have a great sense of humour and laugh easily. Your life is a fun, creative project. You have a healthy attitude towards sex and probably enjoy an active and exciting love life. You are able to relate to others in a warm, open and friendly way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Green/yellow root: Be prepared to have the life you always wanted. You've been preparing for success and now you're about to enter into it. The world sees you as cheerful, happy and confident. Yellow is the colour of sunshine, warmth and intellectual capability while green is the colour of healing, change, self confidence and discipline. Green/yellow, a blending of these two colours, indicates an optimistic, practical and thoughtful attitude. You may often find yourself the center of attention or in a leadership role. A transition is taking place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Gold overall: In the near future you will have opportunities to be an inspiration to many people. You glow with a beautiful inner light that people instantly recognize and respond to. You are full of hope, inspiration, utopian ideals and zeal. You easily inspire others with your optimism and excitement with the new ideas. You have a quick, curious mind always happy and hungry for new learning. You are happy to be just who you are and feel the confidence to accomplish anything you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-110001550085414943?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/110001550085414943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=110001550085414943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110001550085414943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/110001550085414943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/11/aura-reading-blue-right-expression.html' title=''/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-109993297956489563</id><published>2004-11-09T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T01:00:24.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lemar - Another Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is it really over, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Between us two?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then why don't you love me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The way that I still love you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So many mistakes made, in so little time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl I'm so regretful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I must've been outta my mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't wanna live another day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Without you by my side&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't wanna run any more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Runnin' outta places to hide&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever since you went away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slowly I've seen &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That I should've got down on my knees&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And begged you to stay with me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And what I'm feeling for you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never could I try to hide &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The fact that I had told you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Always seems to come outside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are my heart beat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The reason I breathe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please baby forgive me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While I'm down on my knees&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't wanna live another day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Without you by my side&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't wanna run any more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Runnin' outta places to hide&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever since you went away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slowly I've seen &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That I should've got down on my knees&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And begged you to stay with me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't wanna sleep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't wanna fallI can see the night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From my heart 'n' soul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-109993297956489563?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-109976286879131050</id><published>2004-11-07T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T01:41:56.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Giving up on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-109976286879131050?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/109976286879131050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=109976286879131050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109976286879131050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109976286879131050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/11/giving-up-on-everything-and-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-109915529165783203</id><published>2004-10-31T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T01:00:42.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;WE'RE ALL ACTING. What else can you possibly do besides ACT in front of the damn camera?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/crazy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-109915529165783203?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/109915529165783203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=109915529165783203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109915529165783203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109915529165783203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/10/were-all-acting.html' title=''/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-109912216034758399</id><published>2004-10-30T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T15:44:50.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;MSN is failing on me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My life is down~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;MOB IS STRESSING ME OUT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm better off dead and gone~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I need a life badly...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-109912216034758399?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/109912216034758399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=109912216034758399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109912216034758399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109912216034758399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/10/msn-is-failing-on-me-my-life-is-down.html' title=''/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-109885604153825557</id><published>2004-10-27T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T13:48:04.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I wish everything was easier..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I feel terrible now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I need someone to talk to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Feeling so so so so bottled up..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-109885604153825557?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/109885604153825557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=109885604153825557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109885604153825557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109885604153825557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-wish-everything-was-easier.html' title=''/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-109855205221916164</id><published>2004-10-24T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T01:23:29.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;ain't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;realised&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-109855205221916164?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/109855205221916164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=109855205221916164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109855205221916164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109855205221916164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/10/it-aint-that-bad-after-all-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-109811060227169336</id><published>2004-10-18T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T22:45:52.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish the phone would ring.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-109811060227169336?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/109811060227169336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=109811060227169336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109811060227169336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109811060227169336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-wish.html' title='I wish....'/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-109799960872273221</id><published>2004-10-17T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T15:53:28.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss you like crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I used to call you my girl I used to call you my friend I used to call you the love The love that I never had When I think of you I dont know what to do When will I see you again? I miss you like crazy Even more than words can say I miss you like crazy Every minute of everyday Girl, I'm so down when your loves not around I miss you (miss you, miss you) I miss you like crazy You're all that I want You're all that I need (You're all that I need) Can't you see how I feel? Can't you see that my pain's so real? When I think of you I dont know what to do When will I see you again? I miss you like crazy Even more than words can say I miss you like crazy Every minute of everyday Girl, I'm so down when you're loves not around I miss you (miss you, miss you) I miss you like crazy I miss you like crazy Even more than words can say I miss you like crazy Every minute of every day Girl, I'm so down When your loves not around I miss you (miss you, miss you) I miss you like crazy (fades out)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-109799960872273221?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/109799960872273221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=109799960872273221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109799960872273221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109799960872273221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/10/miss-you-like-crazy.html' title='Miss you like crazy'/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-109785622439612558</id><published>2004-10-15T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T00:03:44.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh well.... Life sucks.. Haven't updated my blog for some time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Won't be updating for some more time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mid session tests are here!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;DAMN IT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;And I'm still single...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Had a sweet dream last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Wish it'd come true....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-109785622439612558?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/109785622439612558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=109785622439612558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109785622439612558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109785622439612558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/10/hmmmm.html' title='Hmmmm'/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-109655716305353530</id><published>2004-09-30T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T23:12:43.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Went to TB wit Ching Sien to meet up wit the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Had a hard time deciding the place to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Shi Choon suggested so many but were all rejected. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So there we were, me, Hui Min, Jun Rong, Ching Sien, Da Zhang, Jing Yang, Shi Choon and Kai Lun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;A special gathering for our beloved Kai Lun who's going into camp tmr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Had fun cos they were all so crappy. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Hmmm so we ate at a Thai restaurant opposite Bugis. Grilled sotong is nice!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Then we went to cold storage so tt Kai Lun could buy stuff to bring into camp. We chose many stuffs. In the end he took none.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Dang. Went home at abt 10pm I guess. FUUUUNNNN...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-109655716305353530?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/109655716305353530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=109655716305353530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109655716305353530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109655716305353530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/09/fun.html' title='Fun'/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-109645326229117826</id><published>2004-09-29T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T18:21:02.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some people seem nice. But whether they are truly nice or not, it's difficult to tell. I don't know whether to believe you people. Sometimes you give me a nice feeling. Sometimes you just gimme tt stare. Am I supposed to trust you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-109645326229117826?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/109645326229117826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=109645326229117826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109645326229117826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109645326229117826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/09/some-people.html' title='Some people'/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-109638433649886412</id><published>2004-09-28T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T23:18:21.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Too Far</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ffff;"&gt;You're with me, till the bitter end. What we had &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;transcends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. This experience, too painful to talk about. So I'll hold it in, till my heart can mend. And be brave enough to love again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;A place in time still belongs to us. Stays preserved in my mind. In the memories there is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;solace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Never too far away. I won't let time erase one bit of yesterday. Cos I have learned that nobody can take your place. Though we can never be. I'll keep you close to me. When I remember&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Glittering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; lights, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;incandescent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; eyes. Still preserved in my mind. In the memories I'll find solace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Never too far away. I won't let time erase one bit of yesterday. Cos I have learned that nobody can take your place. Though we can never be. I'll keep you close to me. Always remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love, you're never too far.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-109638433649886412?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/109638433649886412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=109638433649886412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109638433649886412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109638433649886412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/09/never-too-far.html' title='Never Too Far'/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-109604063042199544</id><published>2004-09-24T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T23:57:32.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK IT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;FUCK IT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;FUCK IT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;FUCK IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;FUCK IT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;FUCK IT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;FUCK IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;FUCK IT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;FUCK IT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;FUCK IT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-109604063042199544?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/109604063042199544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=109604063042199544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109604063042199544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109604063042199544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/09/fuck-it.html' title='FUCK IT'/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-109586084691484985</id><published>2004-09-22T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T21:47:26.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCaRs....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Scars from the past, on my hand and in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;They cannot fade away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;One deep scar and one mild scar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;These scars weren't meant to be there.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;But circumstances made me do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;One, silliness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Two, stupidity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Three, loss of self-control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Four, knowing that this can't hurt me more than the way you hurt me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I am kind enough to let you off, for something so sinful you have done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I was left alone to pick up the pieces. And you went on thinking that you are safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Still, I did nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;One day, you will have to pay dearly.&lt;br /&gt;You will realise the big mistake that you made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What an irresponsible shit you have been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'm still sitting here, waiting for the day to see you in your most pathetic state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;When that day comes, I will just smile and say, "Well, what comes around goes around".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-109586084691484985?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/109586084691484985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=109586084691484985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109586084691484985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109586084691484985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/09/scars.html' title='SCaRs....'/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-109585511046653975</id><published>2004-09-22T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T20:15:10.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;WEEUWEET!! 100 sit ups and running!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Still fat and short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Arghhh!!! WHY AM I SO SHORT!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;PIGPIGPIGPIGPIGPIGPIGPIGPIGPIGPIGPIGPIGPIGPIGPIGPIGPIGPIGPIGPIGPIGPIGPIGPIGPIGPIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;SHORTSHORTSHORTSHORTSHORTSHORTSHORTSHORTSHORTSHORTSHORTSHORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-109585511046653975?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/109585511046653975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=109585511046653975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109585511046653975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109585511046653975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/09/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-109560636622179583</id><published>2004-09-19T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T23:06:06.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New car</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;NEWWWWWWWw CAAARRR!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!! Hyundai Getz. Check this out man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/newcar.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-109560636622179583?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/109560636622179583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=109560636622179583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109560636622179583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109560636622179583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/09/new-car.html' title='New car'/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-109558172615531357</id><published>2004-09-19T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T16:15:26.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parents are back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Mummy and Papa are back! Mummy bought some cosmetics for me. Added up to $156.97. EEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKSSSSS!!! So ex for 4 items. I could've bought lotsa food wit that money. :( SORRY MUMMY... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;In the evening, we had our dinner at Redhill. Ate satay and stingray. Yummmmmyy.. Baby is jealous of that. Aww too bad you couldn't eat wit us. Perhaps another time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Went to MUSTAFA after that. The place stinks as usual. Bought sandals and it took me a long long long long long long long time to decide which pair I wanted. I tried about 7 pairs before I decided to buy what I bought. Bought VCD to watch wit baby too!! Weeee!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-109558172615531357?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/109558172615531357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=109558172615531357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109558172615531357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109558172615531357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/09/parents-are-back.html' title='Parents are back!'/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-109463756873508661</id><published>2004-09-08T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T22:59:43.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Bling*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Bought some *BLING* :O Yummy anything that shines turns me on. *MUACK*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/Bling.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-109463756873508661?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/109463756873508661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=109463756873508661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109463756873508661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109463756873508661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/09/bling_08.html' title='*Bling*'/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-109456134482522803</id><published>2004-09-07T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T21:51:39.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Dear Faiz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;REMEMBER "You are like the sail to my ship. The wind for my sail and the captain to my heart. Without you I drift in the realms of sadness, darkness and loneliness." What happened to all that? Remember we used to miss each other like crazy? What happened to all that? What happened to "JO, I love you and always will"? What happened to "Don't worry about anything SAYANG, wo still ai ni"? What happened to "TRUST ME THAT I WILL TRY TO KEEP US UP AND STRONG ALWAYS. I LOVE YOU"? What happened to "I love you so much Jo, remember that"? Do I still have to remember that? What happened to "Don't forget to call abang"? What happened to "You're such a great companion"? What happened to "I'll take good care of us"? What happened to "My princess"? What happened to "I want you so bad"? What happened to "I LOVE YOU TO THE CORE"? What happened to "You make me happy ya know"? What happened to lunching together every Monday and blaming each other about going to which FC when it's full house. What happened to "Aww I had the best morning in 4 years"? What happened to the time when you lent me your sweater? What happened to "Kayaking together at Poly Marina and defying Wei Xiong? What happened to Gatsby? What happened to Camp Lite when we were singing and you were holding my hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;NOW, what happened to "I STILL wanna get to know you better. What happened to "4 times a week"? What happened to "Still will contact"? What's with "I'm taunted by your nick ", "I'm pissed by your self depriciating acts", "Jo, wanna talk" but in the end you are the one who can't talk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;RIGHT NOW, what's with all the silence around me? And what has happened to all that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Jo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-109456134482522803?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/109456134482522803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=109456134482522803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109456134482522803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109456134482522803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/09/letter.html' title='A Letter'/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-109448184914102071</id><published>2004-09-06T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T22:49:28.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOHHOOOOO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;WOOOOOHOOOO!!!! Today saw my cutie cute guy at Orchard outside Starbucks at Wheelock place! Was smiling allllll the wayyyyyyyy till I met my friend. WEEEEEEE!!!! He's soooooooooo CUTE!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/LIPS.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-109448184914102071?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/109448184914102071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=109448184914102071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109448184914102071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109448184914102071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/09/woohhooooo.html' title='WOOHHOOOOO!!!'/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-109435650392384371</id><published>2004-09-05T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T21:31:16.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NINA SKY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;NINA SKY BEAUTIFUL COOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/Nina3.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;BOUGHT THIS SHIT. COOL STUFF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/Stuffs.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-109435650392384371?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/109435650392384371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=109435650392384371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109435650392384371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109435650392384371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/09/nina-sky.html' title='NINA SKY'/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-109431107934838491</id><published>2004-09-04T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T23:17:59.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAGE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Bought this out of &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;RAGE&lt;/span&gt;! To think &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;FAIZ&lt;/span&gt; didn't trust me! What was I thinking!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/algae.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-109431107934838491?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/109431107934838491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=109431107934838491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109431107934838491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109431107934838491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/09/rage.html' title='RAGE!!!'/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-109421983764132207</id><published>2004-09-03T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T13:01:43.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of school before break!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hohoho! Went to watch 13 going on 30 wit mah peeps today. Kinda funny but yet touching show. Bought an adidas handbag and an identical U2 tank top wit Gek San. 2 for $20. Reasonable price but not cheap though. Went back to GESS for drama fest at 7.30pm wit Hairul. Kinda nice too. Ha! Well anw gonna sleep! Good night!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/Normal%20Shit/bag.bmp" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/Normal%20Shit/top.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-109421983764132207?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/109421983764132207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=109421983764132207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109421983764132207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109421983764132207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/09/last-day-of-school-before-break.html' title='Last day of school before break!'/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-109412527128745380</id><published>2004-08-31T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T20:11:42.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher's Day Celebration!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Went back to GESS. Took photo wit a couple of peeps. :D Went back to school bout 11am halfway thru MOB lesson. Took photo again!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/Best%20Friends/muah.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-109412527128745380?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/109412527128745380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=109412527128745380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109412527128745380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109412527128745380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/08/teachers-day-celebration.html' title='Teacher&apos;s Day Celebration!'/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-109387372691762409</id><published>2004-08-30T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T21:53:55.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a weird day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Went to town after sch and while I was walking outside Wisma, this crazy piece of shit walked behind me and shouted "AHHH!!" and walked away. I was in a state of shock man. And awwwwwwww saw this cute malay guy on the bus on the way back home. HEE.. Now my eyes are less than half opened. Sad case. Be presenting our IDEAs proj tmr. Dont know what's gonna happen. Hope everything goes well! :D MUACK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-109387372691762409?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/109387372691762409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=109387372691762409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109387372691762409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109387372691762409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/08/what-weird-day.html' title='What a weird day'/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-109378876062938390</id><published>2004-08-29T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T00:00:23.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life goes on</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;[Listening to : Water Runs Dry by AZ Yet]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Life goes on for me. No more abang. Just wanna live my single life again. No more love. You just learn about many things thru many things. And I'll get back to you when I'll get back to you. Just spend more time wit myself and my family. Thank you. End of my speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/thanks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-109378876062938390?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/109378876062938390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=109378876062938390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109378876062938390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109378876062938390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/08/life-goes-on.html' title='Life goes on'/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-109345567832987626</id><published>2004-08-26T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T01:41:50.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KIV SHIT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;KIV SHIT !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-109345567832987626?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/109345567832987626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=109345567832987626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109345567832987626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109345567832987626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/08/kiv-shit.html' title='KIV SHIT'/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-109318395357696992</id><published>2004-08-22T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T08:17:03.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Did IDEAS project today. Was fun. Went to Bras Basah to buy some stuff for our IDEAS model. After that we went to Junction 8 to take neoprint!!!!! Was the first ever time the 5 of us took a neoprint together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/Best%20Friends/hello.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-109318395357696992?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/109318395357696992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=109318395357696992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109318395357696992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109318395357696992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/08/project-day.html' title='Project Day'/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-109301441392123526</id><published>2004-08-20T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T09:20:29.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day before accounts CA!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;STRESSED!!! And Liling's not around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;This pic was taken during Stats spss lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/Best%20Friends/school2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/Best%20Friends/school.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-109301441392123526?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/109301441392123526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=109301441392123526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109301441392123526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109301441392123526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/08/day-before-accounts-ca.html' title='The day before accounts CA!!'/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-109300119420865479</id><published>2004-08-20T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T19:29:14.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For All My Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;For friends who are SINGLE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Love is like a butterfly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The more you chase it, the more it eludes you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;But if you just let it fly, it will come to you when you least expect it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Love can make you happy but it often hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;But love's only special when you give it to someone who is really worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;So take your time and choose the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;For friends who are ATTACHED...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Love isn't about becoming somebody else's "perfect person." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;It's about finding someone who helps you become the best person you can be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;For friends who are HEARTBROKEN...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Heartbreaks last as long as you want,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;And cut as deep as you allow them to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The challenge is not how to survive heartbreaks but to learn from them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;For my friends who are STILL HOLDING ON... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;A sad thing about life is when you meet someone and fall in love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Only to find out in the end that it was never meant to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;And that you have wasted years on someone who wasn't worth it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;If he isn't worth it now he's not going to be worth it a year or 10 years from now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Let go..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;For friends who are NAIVE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;How to be in love: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Fall but don't stumble, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Be consistent but not too persistent, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Share and never be unfair, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Understand and try not to demand,&lt;br /&gt;And get hurt but never keep the pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;For my friends who are POSSESSIVE... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;It breaks your heart to see the one you love happy with someone else &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;But it's more painful to know that the one you love is unhappy with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;For my friends who are AFRAID TO CONFESS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Love hurts when you break up with someone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;It hurts even more when someone breaks up with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;But love hurts the most when the person you love has no idea how you feel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;For friends who are the PLAYBOY/GIRL type...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Never say "I love you" if you don't care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Never talk about feelings if they aren't there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Never touch a life if you mean to break a heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Never look in the eye when all you do is lie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The cruelest thing a guy can do to a girl is to let her fall in love when he doesn't intend to catch her fall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;And it works both ways... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;For friends who are MARRIED...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Love is not about "it's your fault", but "I'm sorry." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Not "where are you", but "I'm right here." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Not "how could you", but "I understand." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Not "I wish you were", but "I'm thankful you are."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;For friends who are ENGAGED...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The true measure of compatibility is not the years spent together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;But how good you are for each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;For ALL my friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;My wish for you is a man/women whose love is honest, strong, mature, never-changing, uplifting, protective, encouraging, rewarding and unselfish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-109300119420865479?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/109300119420865479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=109300119420865479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109300119420865479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109300119420865479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/08/for-all-my-friends.html' title='For All My Friends'/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-109293134381776939</id><published>2004-08-20T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T00:02:23.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Found a picture of my little cousin. SOOOOOOO cute!!!! Feel like squeezing him!! Feel like kissing his cheeks!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/Family/theng.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-109293134381776939?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/109293134381776939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=109293134381776939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109293134381776939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109293134381776939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/08/found-picture-of-my-little-cousin.html' title=''/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-109292664303841948</id><published>2004-08-16T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T00:03:58.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mizuno</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;OoohhhHHh.. Bought new Mizuno court shoes. Don't know why I bought it but I bought it anyway. 65 bucks. Quite a reasonable price eh. No Nike dunks but I have my Mizunos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/Normal%20Shit/mizuno.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Just perfect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-109292664303841948?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/109292664303841948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=109292664303841948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109292664303841948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109292664303841948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/08/mizuno.html' title='Mizuno'/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-109255217381662870</id><published>2004-08-15T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T00:04:14.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Finally, Econs and MOB CA is over!!!!!!! Yay!!!! Wasn't that bad, but I think I can do better in Econs than in MOB. Just came home from climbing Bukit Timah hill wit Faiz. Tiring. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-109255217381662870?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/109255217381662870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=109255217381662870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109255217381662870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109255217381662870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/08/finally-econs-and-mob-ca-is-over-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-109249091356539011</id><published>2004-08-14T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T00:04:51.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;STRESSED!!! WHAT SHLD I DO??? WHAT SHLD I THINK OF? WHAT SHLD I SAY????? WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?? HOW AM I GONNA TALK ABT IT???? WHY?!?!?!?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-109249091356539011?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/109249091356539011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=109249091356539011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109249091356539011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109249091356539011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/08/stressed-what-shld-i-do-what-shld-i.html' title=''/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-109223631548685678</id><published>2004-08-11T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T00:05:12.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! Saturday is my Econs and MOB CA!!! What am I doing here still writing my blog?! Knn.. Stressing my teeny weeny life out. Don't know what the heck I'm studying. And I have a sudden URGE to beat up some bastard who is a bastard. What the hell are you doing on this planet? You shldn't even exist anywhere. If you think you wanna love someone and be loved then learn to love yourself first. Because you don't respect people's feelings. You're selfish. Only think about yourself. You, you and you! Basket! Irresponsible piece of shit. You don't leave someone after you've had enough shit. Arghhhh... Yes you know it's you. Cos you're the only shit I know. And don't let me see you anywhere if not I'll punch you. And I'll make sure I'll punch you till you have a broken nose and you'll go blind and you'll have to stitch your damn freaking mouth. And by the way your eng sucks to the MIGHTY core. Can't even speak properly still wanna write so much. Be humble abit la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-109223631548685678?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/109223631548685678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=109223631548685678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109223631548685678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109223631548685678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/08/ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-saturday-is-my-econs.html' title=''/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-109197569712332018</id><published>2004-08-08T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T00:05:35.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/Best%20Friends/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Yay! Today quite fun! Met Liling and Gek San at 2pm but I was late! SORRRRRYY!!! Well anw, we were in Orchard MRT asking ard for ppl to help us wit our survey. I did the least I admit. Haha. My apologies..... We went to take a neoprint after that and I bought a bracelet for abang!!!! Expensive. Engraved his name on it. Only when I collected the bracelet then I realised it looked abit girly. Haha but the guy told me it's UNISEX!! Wasn't my fault. Ahhh!!! *bang my head on the floor* *BANG BANG!!!* Shooooooooooot me! Well anw, after tt we met Aisah at Orchard MRT then we took the MRT to Clarke Quay. We just walked ard took some photos on the way and then we sat down at the Satay place to eat. The stingray costed us an atomic bomdb man. Extremely expensive. $18 for a portion which actually costs $6 at a hawker centre. Knn. That plate of noodles is worse. $10 and the ah peik gave us only one person's portion. Trying to cheat us huh!!! But this kind girl helped us ask for a bigger portion. In the end, when we wanted to pay up, the person charged us cheaper for the stingray. Sounds complicated la but I understand can already. Then after tt we went to watch fireworks at Esplanade. So knn squeezy. Aiya.. look at the beautiful picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/Normal%20Shit/untitled3.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-109197569712332018?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/109197569712332018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=109197569712332018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109197569712332018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109197569712332018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/08/yay-today-quite-fun-met-liling-and-gek.html' title=''/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-109179969715731913</id><published>2004-08-06T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T00:06:10.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Yay!!!! Went to cut my hair today!!! I just love it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; Didn't meet up wit abang today and I'm missing him so bad. Awww... Today supposed to study wit Diana but in the end........ So after school we went around asking people to complete our survey thingy for the Clarke Quay proj wit Aisah, Liling and Gek San. Then Liling, Gek San and me went to eat lunch. Then I went home. Went to cut my hair after that. And then home sweeeeet home. Awwww.... Nothing more to say!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/Family/ggggg.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-109179969715731913?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/109179969715731913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=109179969715731913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109179969715731913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109179969715731913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/08/yay-went-to-cut-my-hair-today-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-109175183860393505</id><published>2004-08-06T08:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T00:06:27.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ahhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm late!!! But it's okay. My mum's sending me to school. Hee! Studied wit abang in school yesterday. But he wasn't serious at all. Reading that stupid book on Singapore. Said he likes to see Singapore in the olden days. All I wanna do was just to sit there and study properly and seriously but he didnt wanna cooperate. Sigh!!! In school, Gek San bought the dottie so we're gonna wear it today! Haha. And me and Liling bought bangles!! So nice. Last but not least! I'm on diet! Stupid right?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-109175183860393505?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/109175183860393505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=109175183860393505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109175183860393505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109175183860393505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/08/late.html' title='Late!'/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-109154348760263266</id><published>2004-08-03T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T00:06:44.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuckin Sian</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Fucking sian! Accounts big headache! Parents nagging!!!!!! &lt;em&gt;Abang&lt;/em&gt; don't know what the prob wit him!!!!! SHITASS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-109154348760263266?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/109154348760263266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=109154348760263266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109154348760263266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109154348760263266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/08/fuckin-sian.html' title='Fuckin Sian'/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-109128701525212232</id><published>2004-07-31T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T00:07:15.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm lovin' it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Yay! Just came back from beach-ing! Today went to the Mahalo beach wit Feng Hui and her bf, Feng En, Hui Min, Zhi Yang, Eng Keong and Ridwan! So fun! Lots of crapping as always. Just fun! So long haven't seen them. Just so happy. Then after that we went to eat at Orchard!! Yay!! I love Orchard!! We ate at Pastamania. Lame things. Eng Keong had so much crap. But it was funny. Anw just came home not too long ago. Then my friend had to tell me abt something bad that happened when they were doing the proj. I thought everything would go well. But anyways, I hope she will change because the world don't only revolve around her. There are still ppl around, with a life and feelings. GET IT?!?! Well, so tired. Wanna go talk to abang now!!! Muack Muack Good night!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-109128701525212232?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/109128701525212232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=109128701525212232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109128701525212232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109128701525212232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/07/im-lovin-it.html' title='I&apos;m lovin&apos; it'/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-109119986937270547</id><published>2004-07-30T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T00:08:19.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhh!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Awww, recieved a letter from abang early this morning. He said he wrote it for me last night. Haha! Damn sweet I must say. He was supposed to meet me at 8.30am but arrived only at 9am. As always, half an hour late. ALWAYS. But the letter just covered up for him being late. Today, Liling, Diana and Sarah came to my house to work on our IDEAS proj. So funny. Lame jokes and Diana is so blur. Then we realised mine and Sarah's dad know each other. The world is just so small. Gek San wasn't around cos she had to go for her VIOLIN lesson. Prepapring for her exam in SEPTEMBER. And we needed to hand up our proj on TUESDAY. At abt 6 plus they went home. Then abt 7 plus I went out wit abang. Met him, Yitno and his gf at Heeren. Surprisingly he's at orchard. Slacked around in orchard. Lamest stuff. Was in Orchard but couldn't even shop. Damn!!! But after that we left Yitno and sat in the skate park. Just looking at ppl skating and cycling away sippin on some mocha. So cool. Stunts, stunts and more stunning stunts. But the place was so smelly. Crazy shits smokin away polluting my precious lungs. Abang said he's gonna let me see him skate one day. Yay!!! Can't wait for it!!! I love SKATERS (ABANG)!!!! Just came home. Dying soon. Haven't really had a good rest ever since school started. Gonna sleep! Muack Muack!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-109119986937270547?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/109119986937270547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=109119986937270547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109119986937270547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109119986937270547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/07/ahhhh.html' title='Ahhhh!!!'/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-109102722246780457</id><published>2004-07-28T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T00:08:34.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sTrEss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Argh so much homework! And accounts sucks! I hate it! I don't understand a single thing!!!!! So many projs and everything has to be done in such a short time. Time really flies. It's gonna be August soon. And time passes when I'm writing this blog. Can't study anymore for tonight. Too many things crammed in my tiny brain. And abang is always drama-ing. So sad. Soon it'll be over. Aww looking forward to beach-ing wit Feng En and company on sat!!! Yay!! Haven't been to the beach for such a long time. And haven't seen them in such a long time. Hope it won't be cancelled the last minute. :D Will be going to Yin's house to stay over tmr. On a school day?! What was I thinking. Well, just needed some help from Shun. Oh yes and I'm gonna get new Nike dunks!!! Hoooooray!!!!!! Hope it won't be outta stock. Gonna talk to abang soon! Muack Muack!! Good night. Twinkle twinkle little star. How I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high. Like a diamond in the sky. Twinkle twinkle little star. How I wonder what you are.&lt;/span&gt; Er, did I just sing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-109102722246780457?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/109102722246780457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=109102722246780457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109102722246780457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109102722246780457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/07/stress.html' title='sTrEss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-109100605516722072</id><published>2004-07-28T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T00:08:54.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aM i rEaLlY bLogGinG?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;So finally, after being stubborn for I who knows how long I finally got a blog. Liling intro-ed to me! And this will be my first ever blog. Always thought blogging was stupid. Ppl change though. Okay, lame. Let's talk. Today's quite a nice day. Went to Clarke Quay wit Liling and Gek San. Fun I shld say. Went there to take a few photos. The whole place was and is so dead! Lame. Dead hungry! Finally we had to eat at mac. Then we walked all the way to Dhoby Ghaut mrt. I walked them there when I could actually take a bus home from somewhere nearer. Aww, so sweet of me right? Haha. Anyways, hope we'll be happy always wit Diana and Sarah as well. Muack Muack!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-109100605516722072?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/109100605516722072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=109100605516722072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109100605516722072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109100605516722072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/07/am-i-really-blogging.html' title='aM i rEaLlY bLogGinG?!?!'/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7748125.post-109080824825420776</id><published>2004-07-26T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T10:17:28.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;O&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;H &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7748125-109080824825420776?l=cypresso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/feeds/109080824825420776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7748125&amp;postID=109080824825420776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109080824825420776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7748125/posts/default/109080824825420776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cypresso.blogspot.com/2004/07/ha.html' title='Ha!'/><author><name>*.~cYpr3sSo~.*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05028029861489347784</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v448/cypresso/edison_05.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
