<?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-368807279365662340</id><updated>2012-02-02T06:16:25.042-08:00</updated><category term='one step at a time.'/><category term='don&apos;t give up.'/><category term='don&apos;t wait till it&apos;s too late.'/><title type='text'>Starting over.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112257215447083663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368807279365662340.post-6986194681329159243</id><published>2012-02-02T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T06:16:25.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1020.</title><content type='html'>i just saw today that i have 1020 pageviews for my blog. i'm honestly really surprised cause i've only been blogging for about 3 months plus. so to all the people who take the time to read my blog: thanks. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, that aside, today was the last day of AG. tomorrow is a day off thanks to miss lai, or mainly because there is too many days&amp;nbsp;for orientation&amp;nbsp;and not enough activities to span through the days. well subject combi results came out today and i got into the combi that i wanted, so i guess that's good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, the new J1 batch is... interesting. hahaha. a variety of different people i would say. big and small, but really more small. the girls this year are mostly really quite&amp;nbsp;pettie and so are about 1/2 the guys? well,&amp;nbsp;compared to me that is. i realised that&amp;nbsp;i'm actually taller than around 1/4 to 1/2 the guys in the cohort this year. oh goodness, there goes my hopes of blending in&amp;nbsp;with them. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so first day of AG was just pin drop slience, cause everyone was new to school and new to each other. i tried talking to a girl but got weird looks and an icy-cold attitude from her instead. so after 5 attempts to make friends with her, i kinda just gave up and was slightly down for the rest of the day...&amp;nbsp;day 2 was better though cause there were station games to break the ice and i got to know some really nice girls, so i was extremely relieved. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 2 also saw all the j1 boys coming for complusory choir audition, to which i saw about 300 - 400 boys all of which were seemingly not interested to be there for auditions. still, there were some really good singers. we'll see what guys come in soon enough. today was the last day of AG, but i missed out on school thanks to me being sick again and my sore eye ): . 3 day mc and strict orders to stay in&amp;nbsp;the house cause my sore eye thing is infectious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless, i still had to go to school in the late afternoon to audition the other boys who didn't appear for the auditions yesterday. so there i was, with my slightly swollen red left eye, sitting in the choir room listening to boys sing scales and giving them marks based on their&amp;nbsp;singing. after today, i think i know why the SLs&amp;nbsp;looked like they were dying yesterday during the auditions. still, i managed to find a super in pitch guy who had a good tone and could play the guitar and piano. i hope he gets into choir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week i'll meet my new class. after meeting the girls in my AG i'm actually feelng quite positive about this whole new environment thing. it's a wonder what positive thinking can do to a person, so i shall really just try to remember all these positive thoughts. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368807279365662340-6986194681329159243?l=tangledheartstring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/feeds/6986194681329159243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2012/02/1020.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/6986194681329159243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/6986194681329159243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2012/02/1020.html' title='1020.'/><author><name>Sheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112257215447083663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368807279365662340.post-5611190287523116196</id><published>2012-01-30T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T06:21:06.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>starting over.</title><content type='html'>tomorrow is my first day back as a student again. i had alot of feelings and thoughts that i wanted to say, but i'm not so sure if i&amp;nbsp;can really express my feelings properly. tomorrow i'll start again as if i was never there, but i don't think it's possible to swipe my past away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm honestly scared and worried yet a little excited. still, it's mainly the first 2 though. i wonder if i can sleep tonight... O.o still i&amp;nbsp;guess that 'head up, and smile on my face' is the way i should walk in tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's time,&amp;nbsp;i'm starting over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starting tomorrow, i really am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368807279365662340-5611190287523116196?l=tangledheartstring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/feeds/5611190287523116196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2012/01/starting-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/5611190287523116196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/5611190287523116196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2012/01/starting-over.html' title='starting over.'/><author><name>Sheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112257215447083663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368807279365662340.post-3436959443205669359</id><published>2012-01-29T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T10:16:39.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1:54 am.</title><content type='html'>it's 1.54 am, again it's way past my bedtime. i really should start adjusting back to my regular sleeping habits... so what am i doing up at this hour? i'm not really sure. 3 hours ago i was really sleepy, ready to collaspe on my bed and just sleep, yet now i'm wide awake and listening to Adele sing all my feelings. (i'm not telling which song though(: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had choir today, or rather yesterday. from now onwards, i'll be having choir 3 times a weeks, saturdays included. not knowing why, i'm once again in love with singing so i don't really mind. i suppose singing has been my on and off boyfriend for the past 11 years (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure what the purpose of my blogpost today really is, but i just feel like rambling. so whatever you're gonna read next is just random thoughts off my head. (i hope you don't mind) sigh, i'm starting school in 2 days. fear and anxiety is creeping up to me slowly... i honestly wonder what is going to be in store for me. there is a sort of excitement yet dread in my heart. is that even possible? i suppose it is seeing that it's&amp;nbsp;i'm feeling right now. i really hope that it goes well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that aside, with me starting school, january is almost at it's end. HOW DID IT BECOME END JANUARY ALREADY?! wasn't i just counting down to 2012 last week or something? i guess not. with end of january coming, it means that it's been almost a month since i've spoken to a close&amp;nbsp;friend. haix. i miss that friend of mine, i really do. but i can't be selfish any longer and so if this is what is best for my friend, then so be it. still, there is a naggy feeling in my heart telling me that this shouldn't be the way between us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there is this&amp;nbsp;situation where i'm trying to figure out if i'm over a certain issue... i call it my 'square to line' theory. haha, technically it's not a theory,&amp;nbsp;because it is&amp;nbsp;LITERALLY a square to line situation. of the 4, one must decide to break the cycle and i think i'm that one, hence it's called MY 'square to line' theory. but maybe&amp;nbsp;because of all my own opinions and thoughts, a guy friend said to me: &lt;em&gt;aiya, all the women and your women logic, all gekiang only. you all don't really know what we're thinking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, i wonder if it's really&amp;nbsp;us women being gekiang(act smart)... NAH,&amp;nbsp;somtimes, it's just the men themselves. lol. okay, i'm done rambling about my thoughts. i really should go and sleep now, but seeing this post and all the things that are on my mind, i suddenly see why is it that i'm wide awake and thinking so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368807279365662340-3436959443205669359?l=tangledheartstring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/feeds/3436959443205669359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2012/01/154-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/3436959443205669359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/3436959443205669359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2012/01/154-am.html' title='1:54 am.'/><author><name>Sheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112257215447083663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368807279365662340.post-5394737996235856732</id><published>2012-01-25T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T07:42:15.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY 2012.</title><content type='html'>heh! sorry i haven't blogged in such a long time. saying i've been busy is an understatement, though one might say i have nothing to be busy about seeing that school hasn't officially started for me but well cny prep, occasional school and my own matters have been keeping me occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cny has passed, or at least the official holiday has. i hope that everyone has gotten lots of ang baos this year? cny this year for me has been exceptionally quiet, and an occasion for many first times. it's a change i suppose, from the routine of my previous years but seeing that i really wanted this year to be a year of changes, i'm actually quite glad things turned out this way (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my angbao count this year is 1/4 of what it was last year? but i don't really mind, i got alot more of quiet and bonding time with those who really mattered this year, so it's a pretty fair trade off. suppose with this cny i felt alot more mature suddenly, as if i saw myself differently. looking at all the kids in the family grow up, our parents and grandparents growing old, the feeling of me growing up&amp;nbsp; and becoming somewhat an adult finally hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm 18 this year. how that even happened i don't really know beacause&amp;nbsp;in my memory i remember&amp;nbsp;most cny as if they were only months apart and not years apart. we're all growing old, growing up and&amp;nbsp;there's still so much left to be done with the rest of our lives, yet we've come far as well. i wonder why i'm speaking as if i've seen so&amp;nbsp;much in life, but maybe for my age, i've seen quite&amp;nbsp;alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that aside, i'm starting school next tues, with a&amp;nbsp;7 day long ag/orientation ahead. i know i said i couldn't wait to go back to school to start studying again, but suddenly i'm feeling a little anxious and a little afraid... i suppose this is normal too. we'll just have to see what's in store for me, staying positive will help though so that's what i plan to do (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say that with each passing year, you grow wiser. i never really thought that it was always that way, but this year i suddenly see the logic and the truthfulness of that saying. perhaps because i'm about to leave 'kid' behind and become more like&amp;nbsp;an adult?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the beginning of this&amp;nbsp;year i said it was going to be different, that i wanted to change things. i just&amp;nbsp;might be on my way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368807279365662340-5394737996235856732?l=tangledheartstring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/feeds/5394737996235856732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2012/01/cny-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/5394737996235856732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/5394737996235856732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2012/01/cny-2012.html' title='CNY 2012.'/><author><name>Sheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112257215447083663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368807279365662340.post-1068520092524944024</id><published>2012-01-16T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T08:27:42.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>regrets and mistakes are just memories made.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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adele - someone like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just like this song. it says alot. &lt;br /&gt;sometimes the best thing to do is to let go, and tell yourself you can do better.&lt;br /&gt;regrets and mistakes are afterall just memories made.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368807279365662340-1068520092524944024?l=tangledheartstring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/feeds/1068520092524944024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2012/01/regrets-and-mistakes-are-just-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/1068520092524944024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/1068520092524944024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2012/01/regrets-and-mistakes-are-just-memories.html' title='regrets and mistakes are just memories made.'/><author><name>Sheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112257215447083663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368807279365662340.post-582297320673967713</id><published>2012-01-15T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T08:38:26.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>time.</title><content type='html'>tomorrow is monday. meaning there should be school tomorrow, there are people studying tomorrow, having homework to hand in, struggling and whining about how&amp;nbsp;it's only monday tomorrow&amp;nbsp;and waiting impatiently for friday to come. i, am not one of those people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's going to&amp;nbsp;be a week since school officially started, and it's going to be &amp;nbsp;a week since i've been away from my class. i've said my goodbyes to them and we've all finally accepted the fact that i'm no longer going to be around them. having all this time on my hands is un-nerving, weird and slightly frustrating. no amount of self studying or self entertainment is making up for that naggy feeing in my heart. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just came back from vocal consort's 10th annivesary concert. it's complusory for all choir ppl so we all turned up which is&amp;nbsp;quite surprising.&amp;nbsp;and though&amp;nbsp;we&amp;nbsp;were all really tired,&amp;nbsp;they&amp;nbsp;were really quite good, so we just tried hard to&amp;nbsp;be interest and not sleepy. everyone was tired, most commonly heard sentences of the night: OMG, I'M SO TIRED, school is tomorrow, and i haven't finished homework. some even brought their homework along to do. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing them rushing everywhere and complaining about how they have to wake up early tomorrow for school is kinda weird. cause i'm not part of that crazy or rush? i wonder. 10 pm and we were walking through city hall, wondering how on earth they were going to finish their homework, study for tests,manage to&amp;nbsp;sleep and then wake up to go to school all in the span of about 8 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;repeating a year, is honestly just weird. not really because of what others might think, cause i'm not really concerned about that. just the whole feeling of having more time on your hands, not being around school. neither here or there would be a good description.&amp;nbsp;a week&amp;nbsp;passes so slowly these days yet the day seems to go by quickly enough. i think i'll never understand time, or how it works. all i know is that there ain't any second chances when it comes to time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368807279365662340-582297320673967713?l=tangledheartstring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/feeds/582297320673967713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2012/01/time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/582297320673967713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/582297320673967713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2012/01/time.html' title='time.'/><author><name>Sheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112257215447083663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368807279365662340.post-4756451838958778308</id><published>2012-01-14T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T04:43:51.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MJ OPEN HOUSE 2012.</title><content type='html'>i've been really busy these days, and so i haven't found the time to blog. so sorry about that. ah well, the one thing that everyone wants to know about: MJC OPEN HOUSE 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one word: AWESOME! (:&lt;br /&gt;open house was tons of fun! REALLY!! the day started off with us reporting at 7.25am to set up out booths and prepare respectively for our cca performances and mass dance stuff. but the wheather was a little pms-y. so there was drizzle and sun throughout the whole day from morning till about 4 plus &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; nonetheless, it didn't dampen our spirits (: everyone was excited about open house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though the purpose of it is to allow the sec school students to have an idea of what mj is like, i would say that open house is more like a giant, fun party for the current school students instead! i somehow feel that even if we didn't open the gates to the public, we ourselves would have had a blast. (: that being said, open house day went past in a flash with loads of sec school kids coming in with their friends and parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choir had 2 performances, one at 2pm and the other at 4 plus. both went pretty well i suppose, we just tried to enjoy ourselves as much as we could. open house in MJ is a little like cca day too, so all the cca's are all out performing, showing off their medals/trophies and awards. i must say this year, open house was definetely more fun than the previous year. maybe it's cause of the people who took part in it with me&amp;nbsp;and also, we put in alot of hard work and effort. so seeing our effort all pay off was a pretty amazing feeling (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then of course we had mass dance, which is most probably the highlight of open house in MJ (: though ATLAS came in 3rd this year, we were still really proud of ourseves and the house members who learnt the dance on that day itself, everyone just gave it their best shot at being enthu and high. though i always perform but that was the first dance number i've done in MJ, so naturally i was pretty worried that i would screw up cause i have two left feet. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; still, the moment the music started, i just forgot all about worrying and had a really awesome time dancing in front of the whole school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the atlas dance is pretty.. sexy. haha! so there were quite alot of&amp;nbsp;whistles here and there. some memories are forever and i have a feeling this will be one of them. just dancing with the people you've been practicing for&amp;nbsp;3 months with and hearing the cheers and applause really makes all the hard work so worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;open house this year, was just memories and good times (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368807279365662340-4756451838958778308?l=tangledheartstring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/feeds/4756451838958778308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2012/01/mj-open-house-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/4756451838958778308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/4756451838958778308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2012/01/mj-open-house-2012.html' title='MJ OPEN HOUSE 2012.'/><author><name>Sheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112257215447083663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368807279365662340.post-9126672883957580414</id><published>2012-01-10T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T05:50:15.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>for the first time ever, i can't think of a suitable name for one of my blog posts. SO I'M GONNA NAME IT : (: anyways, randomness aside, tomorrow is MJC'S 10TH OPEN HOUSE!! (: and i honestly can't wait!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've been practicing hard lately, for mass dance i mean. everyone coming for practices, teaching the other atlas ppl how to do the dance, singing and cheering at the top of our&amp;nbsp;voices, not to mention the funny sights of your friends messing up their moves or looking really funny while doing them! the whole thing is just house spirit and lots of fun (: i'm glad i decided to join the main dance team, the ppl in it have made the whole thing even more memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today was the last day for open house prac, be it choir or mass dance. i was in school from early morning till almost 7pm. preparing the souviners for choir, and cutting out the flyers puting up the GIANORMOUS banner plus the practice&amp;nbsp;took up about half my day, then mass dance show case for all the houses started. each house just took our turns to give it a best last showcase. honestly it was like our own mini open house with no one but the houses and their dance teams. haha! it&amp;nbsp;felt like it was all about being&amp;nbsp;fun with no worries again. i suppose even more so for the j2s, cause they're already starting to feel the pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, with them starting school and me, well not starting school, i kinda feel a weird indescribable feeling. i don't think there's a word for it, just that i feel like i'm having time that shouldn't be mine. time that is extra, and it's not right for me to have it. no amount of self-studying or self occupying activities can make up for this feeling. haix. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose it'll be okay though, cause this is a normal feeling? well, i'll find a way to make things right for myself again. till then, it's best not to let any depressing thoughts crawl into my head again and focus on tomorrow. I REALLY CAN'T WAIT!! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368807279365662340-9126672883957580414?l=tangledheartstring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/feeds/9126672883957580414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/9126672883957580414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/9126672883957580414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>Sheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112257215447083663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368807279365662340.post-4419126394815399754</id><published>2012-01-07T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T05:25:45.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rainbow sprinkles and everything magical.</title><content type='html'>i've been slightly busy lately, with choir and open house just around the corner. busy having choir practices in prep for open house on wed as well as mass dance practice for open house too. but i did manage to find the time to do stuff that i've been putting alot on hold lately,&amp;nbsp;catching up with family and friends.&amp;nbsp;on tues i managed to celebrate jolene's 18th with her and meet up with the tkg girls. our picnic/kite flying was pretty much fun cause it was girl bonding time again and for awhile, it&amp;nbsp;almost seemed as if we never left tkgs.&amp;nbsp;unfortunately our kite tore before it went up in the air, and that was kinda an epic fail... but we had fun running around and laughing like idiots. somehow jolene and i also managed to get ridiculously sun burned. completely red and we don't know how many shades darker, we've been pretty much hurting for the past few days. still, the fun we had made up for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday saw me spending time with my class, as part of them for the last time. we had a class chalet at aloha and i managed to see all the people i've been missing throughout the past one month. it was a pretty emotional night, and i feel truely blessed that they have been my class. though it isn't goodbye, yet i couldn't help but tear a little when the guys sang a song for me and the girls couldn't stop hugging me. every memory that they've given me will be moments that i will always keep in mind. they are my second family, and that i know will never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than all the catching up i've been doing, i've also found the time to take a break from myself. though that sounds really ridiculous cause i am me and there isn't much logic&amp;nbsp;in my words, but yeah, &amp;nbsp;i've been out of my space for a few days now. not being in my surroundings or having the same people around me all the time makes me feel more relaxed and calm. i think that i may perhaps be quite suitable to live alone afterall. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i spent the day with my cous, walking around town to get her new year stuff and some stuff for school for me. we had a good htht session and i realised that we haven't had the time to do this for awhile now. our 10 year age gap usually means that we don't have alot of time to get together due to our studies and work. it may have been tiring walking around town and squeezing with everyone everywhere, but getting to spend time together was worth it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not knowing why, i feel like i've suddenly aged alot in my thinking and perspective of&amp;nbsp;certain matters&amp;nbsp;in the past few weeks. more mature maybe?&amp;nbsp;perhaps too much has happened, and at the same time i've sorted out some of my own thoughts. well now, i must say that rainbow sprinkles played a huge part in this whole process and&amp;nbsp;apparently, they&amp;nbsp;cheer me up easily. 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/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;selena gomez - hit the lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning, i finally made a really hard decision regarding a certain issue.&amp;nbsp;i say this because i had&amp;nbsp;taken 3 days to finally come to this decision, and also because i risked&amp;nbsp;alot of things when i&amp;nbsp;decided to say&amp;nbsp;those words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this whole issue allowed me to reflect a little on myself, and it gave me alot to think about. i suppose everyone has been there once, the time when&amp;nbsp;you didn't say what you really felt, the time you let someone get away, the time when you screwed up.&amp;nbsp;we have our own unfufilled dreams, and&amp;nbsp;all the&amp;nbsp;little regrets. heh, that's just life i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet with all these moments that we've experienced, i wonder why at times we still make our same mistakes and allow&amp;nbsp;ourselves to&amp;nbsp;have the same regrets again.&amp;nbsp;i don't think it's because we didn't learn our lessons, or that the fall didn't hurt enough&amp;nbsp;for us to remember.&amp;nbsp;perhaps it's just that even though we constanly&amp;nbsp;remind ourselves to never repeat our mistakes, it can still happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then&amp;nbsp;there are instances where we fear so much of making the same mistakes that we don't even try. and in the end, we have other, even bigger&amp;nbsp;regrets. someone once told me: &lt;strong&gt;if you want something and it's reasonable, look for it, ask for it. don't hold back and ask yourself what ifs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;i&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;suppose this person is right. yet i feel there are instances where there aren't any room for what ifs because the answer is obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&amp;nbsp;think that if a person decides to ask something that he/she &lt;em&gt;already knows&lt;/em&gt; the clear answer to, then that person is honestly either hoping for an impossible&amp;nbsp;miracle to happen or just stupid. i know it sounds harsh, but i've done that before&amp;nbsp;and honestly, i felt stupid then. life is a game where&amp;nbsp;we&amp;nbsp;take risks with every decision that&amp;nbsp;we make.&amp;nbsp;but when the stakes are too high, i often wonder if it's worth it to take those risks afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, i suppose the term &lt;em&gt;once bitten, twice shy&lt;/em&gt; really does apply&amp;nbsp;to me. and with that in mind, i made my decision. i&amp;nbsp;don't know if i will&amp;nbsp;regret&amp;nbsp;my choice&amp;nbsp;5 years from now, but at least for now, i think i'm doing the right thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368807279365662340-4155921232721998138?l=tangledheartstring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/feeds/4155921232721998138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2012/01/hit-lights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/4155921232721998138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/4155921232721998138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2012/01/hit-lights.html' title='hit the lights.'/><author><name>Sheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112257215447083663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368807279365662340.post-2291147810133775454</id><published>2012-01-01T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T08:34:43.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>well, hello 2012.</title><content type='html'>2012. &lt;br /&gt;it's not registering in my brain just yet, but i suppose i've transited quite well into the year 2012. unlike last year, when i woke up this morning, i actually felt like it was a new year. i don't really feel too caught up with my past year unlike at the beginning of 2011,&amp;nbsp;maybe it's because 2011 went by so quickly i didn't really manage to register it completely&amp;nbsp;in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year though, i'm a little more prepared. you might even say i was looking forward to 2012. cause i can finally leave the past as the past, and start over. today the whole family headed down to my gramps place in hougang to have dinner. it was nice seeing everyone again, from uncles and aunts who work all the time, to cousins who are too busy with school life, working life and whatever else it is that teenagers and kids have to deal with. the small little house was packed up with all of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we couldn't even sit down to eat, so there we were, 20 plus of us, crowded around the kitchen table that was packed with food, talking, eating and laughing so hard that we could barely swallow our food. that's how my family is. we're all from different&amp;nbsp;backgrounds, we have different likes and dislikes. almost everything about us is different. we don't always agree with each other, but the one thing that makes us different from any other bunch of people we may meet on the streets is that &lt;strong&gt;we are a family&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the people who we can't choose, and that makes all the difference. i never really thought much about my family, mainly because we're all too caught up with our own lives to spend much time with each other. yet everytime something bad happens, i find that it is my family who is my biggest support. my cousins who have a 10 year age gap with me will cheer me up, listen to my problems, help me with stuff. and it's a vice versa thing. i suppose that's family. you don't have to be around each other all the time, but you give each other the most care when the time calls for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new year resolutions this year:&lt;br /&gt;1) do what i can, what i must, and what i want to.&lt;br /&gt;2) cherish the people around me, esp my family.&lt;br /&gt;3) be honest with myself.&lt;br /&gt;4) no more loose ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came up with that in 2 mins, and this is honestly the first time i've written my resolutions down. here's hoping that i can keep them. that being said, 2011 although a really fun-filled year for me, was still&amp;nbsp;a year&amp;nbsp;with a number of regrets. so&amp;nbsp;i would like this year to be different,&amp;nbsp;and since&amp;nbsp;i'm getting a second chance, i'm going to do whatever it takes to make sure i do it right this time or at least have an ending that i'm happy with (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is only the beginning, i have a long way to go and i am&lt;em&gt; honestly afraid&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;but this time, &lt;strong&gt;i won't let that get to me&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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2012.'/><author><name>Sheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112257215447083663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368807279365662340.post-4564582181548666947</id><published>2011-12-31T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T08:04:05.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new years eve.</title><content type='html'>countdown: 46 mins to 2012.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S&amp;nbsp;ALMOST HERE! 2012. the end of the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i highly doubt so (: , but we'll see won't we. so we've finally come to the end of 2011, and i only have two words to say about that: that's fast. i decided to recap a little on my soon-to-be past year. seeing that&amp;nbsp;i've mention the year has gone by so quickly at least a gazillion times, it's time to talk about other stuff. this year, i've had my fair share of fun, smile, tears and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a bittersweet year for me. i'm glad i got to meet so many amazing people who have given me lots to smile and laugh about, and i'm really thankful to the people who've stood by me, encouraged me, cried with me and laughed with me. to everyone and anyone who has made me smile and laugh: KEEP MAKING ME LAUGH AND SMILE! HAHA (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though&amp;nbsp;it's been a pretty tough year, i still learnt alot through each episode. through all the drama, crazy and failures, i believe i will come out stronger and may be a little wiser? ( i hope). ah well, the year is really at it's end. time to forget the regrets, cherish the memories and look forward to what's in store for me. time to hit the restart button (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368807279365662340-4564582181548666947?l=tangledheartstring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/feeds/4564582181548666947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-years-eve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/4564582181548666947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/4564582181548666947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-years-eve.html' title='new years eve.'/><author><name>Sheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112257215447083663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368807279365662340.post-5997683147090990215</id><published>2011-12-30T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T07:26:37.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>start counting.</title><content type='html'>countdown:&lt;strong&gt; 25 hours&lt;/strong&gt; before&lt;strong&gt; 2012.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i went from counting months, to counting weeks, to counting days and now i'm finally counting hours. i feel the need to keep saying that the year has passed by faster than i would have liked it. O.o no wonder i've been feeling old lately. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i met with a friend whom&amp;nbsp;i haven't seen in 7 months. yet the moment we saw each other, i knew that we both felt the same thing: time may pass, but what we have between us will never change. we didn't get to spend much time together, but we managed to update each other on the major happenings in the last 7 months. somehow after seeing her today, i feel very thankful. thankful that i still have friends like that around me. friends&amp;nbsp;who aren't always by my side, but they are never far from my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is also the day when i finally decided to get down to clearing out my wardrobe and&amp;nbsp;packing up&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;messy,&amp;nbsp;war-zone like&amp;nbsp;room. discovering all my old stuff makes me feel quite nostalgic, a feeling that i'm sure many will have at least once&amp;nbsp;in their lifetime. i can't help but smile, laugh, and sigh at the old me. i was once too naive and quite foolish. i do realise though,&amp;nbsp;that at the end of every mistake i've&amp;nbsp;once&amp;nbsp;made, i came out stronger, much more stubborn and i have&amp;nbsp;slightly more determination.&amp;nbsp;but i've also become a little more afraid.&amp;nbsp;i wonder if it's a good thing. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;countdown: 24 hours and 41 mins till 2012.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still thinking back on this past year. thinking back on everything i've done, every step i've taken. did i do the right thing? tomorrow is the last day of&amp;nbsp;this short yet very emotional year. i shall spend it like it's my last, and try to do my best in whatever it is i decide to do tomorrow. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368807279365662340-5997683147090990215?l=tangledheartstring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/feeds/5997683147090990215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2011/12/start-counting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/5997683147090990215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/5997683147090990215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2011/12/start-counting.html' title='start counting.'/><author><name>Sheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112257215447083663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368807279365662340.post-7776125441453017752</id><published>2011-12-27T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T05:28:57.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>be who you are.</title><content type='html'>hey, i recently read&amp;nbsp;a good friend's&amp;nbsp;blog and saw that she's been having some... comments on the way she expresses herself and her&amp;nbsp;style of writing. you can read more here: &lt;a href="http://oi-tingah.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-will.html"&gt;http://oi-tingah.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-will.html&lt;/a&gt; and here: &lt;a href="http://oi-tingah.blogspot.com/2011/12/not-person-who-asked-last-question-i.html"&gt;http://oi-tingah.blogspot.com/2011/12/not-person-who-asked-last-question-i.html&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;. i was reading through what these people said and no offence to them, but what they said was pretty much plain mean. i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;assume&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; those people don't really even know my friend, so i decided to try and write about it. i am going to judge, but i hope i don't sound too judmental.&amp;nbsp;haha! here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the anonymous&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;people:&lt;br /&gt;hi, i know that everyone has their own comments, their own special way of thinking and their freedom of speech. of course that means that you too, have your own opinions and the freedom to say whatever you want. but i hope you all know that your words were kinda harsh. maybe you are people who are very frank and&amp;nbsp;straightforward and will never beat around the bush when it comes to your thoughts. if so, then it is understandable that you might, at times, not think twice about your words and say them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but honestly if she was your friend,&amp;nbsp;would you&amp;nbsp;have said the same words without hesitation? (i'm assuming you don't know ying ting that is) if she was your friend, i'm sure you would have at least&amp;nbsp;tried to&amp;nbsp;consider her feelings, in spite of your frank and straightforward nature.&amp;nbsp;IF YOU ARE HER FRIEND though, then you, i'm very sorry to say, are a coward. because you can't even&amp;nbsp;tell your own friend&amp;nbsp;your opinion&amp;nbsp;face to face. and to make things worst, as her friend, you're hurting her with your words &lt;em&gt;intentionally.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that being said, if you really are a stranger, then may i ask why would you say those words to another complete stranger? if i didn't know anyone that well, or at all, i would never pass such hurtful comments on that person. even if i did have anything&amp;nbsp;critical&amp;nbsp;to say, i would try keep it to myself because 1) i don't know the person, his/her personality and 2) due to 1), i don't&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;have the right to pass harsh critisim. or at the very&amp;nbsp;least, at the end of it all, &lt;em&gt;apologize to the person. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel that this is basic respect, not saying that it is A MUST. just that, i feel that this is basic people respect. if any of my words, as of right now, sound expectionaly harsh and judgemental&amp;nbsp;to you, then i apologize. still, now do you know how&amp;nbsp;she feels when you say that about her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opinions are a person's own point of view and thoughts about any matter or anyone. i agree that we all have our own rights and freedom of speech, &lt;strong&gt;i just hope that it will not be at the expense of another person's feelings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, to ying ting:&lt;br /&gt;hey! you already know how and what i think about this. but one more reminder: &lt;strong&gt;be who you are and say what you feel, for those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind. &lt;/strong&gt;stay strong. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so that's about it. once again, if anyone's feelings have been hurt, i sincerely apologize, because i don't&amp;nbsp;mean to have a hatefest on you. but&amp;nbsp;i&amp;nbsp;still feel that maybe&amp;nbsp;you shouldn't go around hurting&amp;nbsp;other people's feelings in the first place. (just my opinion, sorry if i sould like a complete bitch.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368807279365662340-7776125441453017752?l=tangledheartstring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/feeds/7776125441453017752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2011/12/who-you-are.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/7776125441453017752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/7776125441453017752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2011/12/who-you-are.html' title='be who you are.'/><author><name>Sheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112257215447083663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368807279365662340.post-7953196756963695420</id><published>2011-12-26T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T08:01:18.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>boxing day.</title><content type='html'>she, has the best voice ever. &lt;br /&gt;her version of this&amp;nbsp;song never fails to make me feel inspired and sort of hopeful. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8c8cb15f41615fd7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8c8cb15f41615fd7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330399059%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6ABCE166DC098E532537365EA0B53691FFC59F9B.4390ECF57F7F5244844181B1507E3D03F702820A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8c8cb15f41615fd7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQVIh4UZlCtvNXJqVQqTBfthH_EY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8c8cb15f41615fd7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330399059%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6ABCE166DC098E532537365EA0B53691FFC59F9B.4390ECF57F7F5244844181B1507E3D03F702820A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8c8cb15f41615fd7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQVIh4UZlCtvNXJqVQqTBfthH_EY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;leona lewis - run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i went to watch mission impossible: ghost protocol today. it was a last minute decision, decided in 20 secs: 'let's go watch a movie' , my response: 'okay'. for those who haven't watch it, it's a really good show! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368807279365662340-7953196756963695420?l=tangledheartstring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/feeds/7953196756963695420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2011/12/boxing-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/7953196756963695420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/7953196756963695420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2011/12/boxing-day.html' title='boxing day.'/><author><name>Sheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112257215447083663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368807279365662340.post-715740371492019638</id><published>2011-12-25T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T03:47:53.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all i want for christmas.</title><content type='html'>MERRY CHRISTMAS!! (:&lt;br /&gt;it's time for one of the prettiest and cosiest holiday of the year, and i can't believe it's the 25TH of DEC already. where has all the time gone?! with chirstmas already here, the new year is only a few days away. O.o the weather today has been windy, chilly in a nice way and just the way i like it. it's a good day to curl up in bed and read, or laze around. i'm very good at doing both. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe cause it's christmas, i feel &lt;em&gt;exceptionally cheerful&lt;/em&gt;. like all my little worries and weird thoughts have vanished. and even though nothing is perfect, i still feel happy. lol. that word isn't really used often anymore,  you hear people say: i feel good or i had a great day, it was fun, that was awesome. hardly ever: i feel happy. i wonder what ever happened to saying the most basic form of emotions. hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, here comes the popular question of: what do you want this chirstmas? &lt;br /&gt;er... this year however, i don't really have an answer to that question. actually, i don't most years. i suppose all i want, christmas or not, is for those around me to always be happy and that i stay true to who i am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheesy and kinda hard to happen, cause obviously no one will be able to be happy always and i know i will definetely waver along the way. but, after years of thinking, this is the best summary of what i think i want (: who knows, my wish list may change next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and to the person who personally delivered a christmas card right to my doorstep: thanks so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368807279365662340-715740371492019638?l=tangledheartstring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/feeds/715740371492019638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2011/12/all-i-want-for-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/715740371492019638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/715740371492019638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2011/12/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='all i want for christmas.'/><author><name>Sheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112257215447083663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368807279365662340.post-7484358489625406861</id><published>2011-12-23T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T08:40:31.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 years.</title><content type='html'>not knowing why, today i suddenly recalled something that happened years ago. 5 years to be exact. funny how that scene replayed infront of me as if&amp;nbsp;i was a third person. O.o&amp;nbsp;i&amp;nbsp;remember walking down that path laughing and smiling and&amp;nbsp;i remember the person who was with me. though 5 years later, little has changed along that path&amp;nbsp;and i still smile at that memory, there still is a difference: that person who walked by my side isn't really in my life anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that friend once gave me alot to laugh about, but alot has changed since then and for some reasons,&amp;nbsp;i suppose you could&amp;nbsp;say we lost&amp;nbsp;touch. it's been 2 years since i last spoke to him and we didn't part very well but under those circumstances,&amp;nbsp;no one would really be too surprised. i don't really think about that&amp;nbsp;incident anymore, but today was an exception and i'm a little surprised that i can still remember the little details. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years&amp;nbsp;may be enough time for many things to change, but i suppose it's not enough for anything to be forgotten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368807279365662340-7484358489625406861?l=tangledheartstring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/feeds/7484358489625406861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2011/12/5-years-2-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/7484358489625406861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/7484358489625406861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2011/12/5-years-2-years.html' title='5 years.'/><author><name>Sheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112257215447083663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368807279365662340.post-987115464143713836</id><published>2011-12-22T02:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T10:33:27.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepless.</title><content type='html'>i should stop this insanity and let it be. &lt;br /&gt;i wonder why i keep looking to hit myself in the face, and all i&amp;nbsp;end up hearing&amp;nbsp;is things that i&amp;nbsp;don't really&amp;nbsp;want to hear cause i'd just end up getting hurt.&amp;nbsp;i've always believed that things happen for a reason, sometimes that reason won't show itself,&amp;nbsp;and at times i don't bother to&amp;nbsp;question the reason. but now i find myself asking: why make me go through all this, why do i have to know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my curiousity regarding why people act a certain way has long died down, so if i'm no longer looking, why let me know? does it please&amp;nbsp;anyone&amp;nbsp;to see me struggle with everything that i'm faced with? i'm trying to figure things out, clear my mind, yet i end up getting more confused and indecisive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just when i finally think i can stop guessing, stop running in circles and get to know someone properly&amp;nbsp;and figure&amp;nbsp;things out, i learn that i'm wrong. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. here's the truth: i'll never get there. i've never accepted defeat easily, and i&amp;nbsp;can be&amp;nbsp;very stubborn at times but it might finally&amp;nbsp;be time for me to admit defeat and stop trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as marr once said: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just let it end.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; question is: can i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet another sleepless night. haix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368807279365662340-987115464143713836?l=tangledheartstring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/feeds/987115464143713836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2011/12/sleepless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/987115464143713836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/987115464143713836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2011/12/sleepless.html' title='sleepless.'/><author><name>Sheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112257215447083663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368807279365662340.post-7265929880101689413</id><published>2011-12-21T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T22:00:21.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>if i could do it over.</title><content type='html'>i think about this sometimes, but last night i had another reminder by a close friend. that person said that if everything could be done over, he/she &lt;em&gt;wouldn't&lt;/em&gt; have chosen the same things. honestly, i have had that thought alot this whole past year. every step i take, i'll look back a little later and ask myself what i would have done if i was given a second shot. i come up with all the possibilities in my head, but in the end, i realise one thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no matter what i say or do now, i can't undo what i've already said or done.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told that friend of mine&amp;nbsp;too. nothing's gonna change, all the sad times, bad times, hurt, upset or disappointment. it's all set in stone and&amp;nbsp;in the end, the only thing that can change all that, is &lt;em&gt;your perspective&lt;/em&gt;. truthfully, i know that saying: 'change your perspective' is easy, but when it comes to doing it,&amp;nbsp;it's really hard. how can it not be?&amp;nbsp;i&amp;nbsp;can say it, but the truth is that i&amp;nbsp;learn that everyday the hard way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get hurt, i fall down, i get disappointed. there might be anger, frustration and alot of grieve, and at that moment,&amp;nbsp;i will never for a second think about changing&amp;nbsp;perspectives.&amp;nbsp;but after awhile, i look back and i realise that maybe it ain't all bad. i'm sure among those times, i once smiled and laughed. i'm sure there was a time when i was happy even through all the upset. it's just that i was too preoccupied by my upset to see those happy&amp;nbsp;times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't say i've never regretted anything, cause i have alot of regrets. but i try so very hard to make up for those regrets every chance i get. even when it gets too hard to bear, i try to gritt my teeth and get on with it. and even though i know i may hurt someone, if it's for their good, i'll still do it. as sheryl lee once said: short term hurt for long term benefits, better now than later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet even knowing that, i still can't help but feel like i was too harsh and pretty much an asshole. i just hope that that person knows i have to do this, so that i won't end up hurting that person even more. it is the right thing to do, so then why do i feel so crappy about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haix, perhaps i'm having the wrong perspective again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368807279365662340-7265929880101689413?l=tangledheartstring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/feeds/7265929880101689413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2011/12/if-i-could-do-it-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/7265929880101689413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/7265929880101689413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2011/12/if-i-could-do-it-over.html' title='if i could do it over.'/><author><name>Sheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112257215447083663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368807279365662340.post-2149433284657230565</id><published>2011-12-19T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T10:21:32.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you hear me?</title><content type='html'>i'm awake.&lt;br /&gt;i can't sleep, cause there's something bothering me. i'm lying in bed, and blogging on my itouch. this is a first. but i'm feeling very uneasy. something's wrong, yet i don't really know what it is. every night, I lay awake, trying to sleep. and all around, it's so quiet. i'm not super religious, but sometimes i pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello up there, can you all hear me? &lt;br /&gt;it's me again. i know i sometimes ask for things that seem too funny to ask for. still, there are times too when i ask for more erm, understandable things, like the determination and strength to follow through my decisions and face the future. But i keep forgetting another important thing. i need to say i'm sorry. i'm sorry for some of my mistakes, and the times when i didn't want to believe. though it's a little selfish, but i need help again. please let me put the past behind and face my mistakes. let me tie up lose ends and find a new...purpose. i know that i must also do something to change this, so i'll try too. just please, if it's possible, help me again. please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368807279365662340-2149433284657230565?l=tangledheartstring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/feeds/2149433284657230565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2011/12/can-you-hear-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/2149433284657230565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/2149433284657230565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2011/12/can-you-hear-me.html' title='Can you hear me?'/><author><name>Sheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112257215447083663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368807279365662340.post-3749241240255053398</id><published>2011-12-17T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T10:11:41.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sun, sand and high on sugar.</title><content type='html'>i spent thursday out with the girls. we headed to sentosa at 10 plus in the morning and did ridiculous things as we usually would. the weather was a little crazy. O.o cloudy then sunny, then drizzle, then sunny again&amp;nbsp;and drizzle&amp;nbsp;and sunny... worst than a girl. ying ting tried to even out her uneven tan, but needless to say the weather didn't allow it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dividing our time between lays eating competition, pushing each other into the water, slacking around and having a frisbee game, the time passed pretty quickly and we headed down to vivo to meet sheryl l, aaron and jason&amp;nbsp;to have BnJ's for lunch!!&amp;nbsp;thanks to their prom, we got HEAPS of ice cream cause it was really cheap. the amount of sugar we took was seriously..... ALOT. to top it off, fi baked us chocolate cupcakes and we all&amp;nbsp;ended up having major sugar rush and going super high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we found ourselves at the rooftop of vivo, sitting in a circle, singing at the top of our voices to marr's playlist. considering the number of people who stared at us, i would say we wouldn't be that surprised if we&amp;nbsp;appear&amp;nbsp;on&amp;nbsp;stomp. it was really fun though, not really caring what others thought and just enjoying each others company and music. i haven't had that much fun singing in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after our random singing&amp;nbsp;outburst,&amp;nbsp;the girls suddenly wanted to do jump shots. O.o so there we were, standing in formation and doing&amp;nbsp;a GAZILLION jump shots. ha! aaron and jason are failed jumpshot photographers, out of the 30 plus times we jumped, they only got 2 or 3 nice ones. -.- but marr on the other hand, was super pro. every shot she took was us in the air, big smiles, wind in our faces. even the crazy weather that brought drizzle and wind and what not&amp;nbsp;didn't dampen our highness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;approx 3 hours after&amp;nbsp;our initial BnJ's craze, we finally exhausted ourselves and sat down to just hear the rain and talk about random stuff. we saw a rainbow though, it was pretty amazing. then marr and fi and aaron left and so the rest of us went for dinner. by then we were all kinda walking zombies cause we had spent the whole day out. tired, aching and a little sun burnt, we wanted to take the train from dhoby home but we realised there was a huge crowd. the train broke down... so we took the long way home via circle line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we changed lines at paya lebar, and only then did i realise how much i still miss tkg. i used to take train from that station every day. seems like it was really really long ago. anyways, we finally made our way home at about 8 plus. between all the fun we had and the people we were with, the day was really awesome (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368807279365662340-3749241240255053398?l=tangledheartstring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/feeds/3749241240255053398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2011/12/sun-sand-and-high-on-sugar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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xuan and ting. we met for lunch and had a good chit chat session. i was going to talk about a relatively popular topic today, but i somehow feel that this can wait. maybe tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somethings can never be simple or easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368807279365662340-6273343910727004433?l=tangledheartstring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/feeds/6273343910727004433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2011/12/6-girls-4-hours-one-topic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/6273343910727004433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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reality. so&amp;nbsp;i spent the first day of my trip in bangkok, then 3 days in chiangmai, another day in bangkok, 2 more days in a little town in mountains and finally&amp;nbsp;about&amp;nbsp;2&amp;nbsp;more days in bangkok again. to sum up my trip, i've basically&amp;nbsp;realised&amp;nbsp;that it's no longer flooding there, just some areas haven't fully subsided. and thailand is, in a word: different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been 5 years since i've been there, and&amp;nbsp;it's kinda familar yet really different. 1/2 my trip was spent in quiet and simpler towns while the other half was in bustling bangkok. honestly, i prefered the quieter half of my trip. waking up to the cold morning breeze, looking at the mountains and befriending the local tribe people. if you're wondering, i still&amp;nbsp;can't speak thai, but with the help from some local friends, it was easier to communicate and it was pretty fun trying to speak the language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we rented a 10 seater car to bring us around for a few days, so 8 hour car rides are becoming a norm. all i really did in the car was sleep, eat, look at the view and sleep somemore. translation: serious butt cramp. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&amp;nbsp;we visited a few temples, the winter palace for the royal family, a waterfall, villages, the highest point in thailand and of course shopped a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i managed to fit a sunrise in one of the mornings when i was staying in the mountains, waking up at 4.30 am just for the fun of it. it was pretty nice, definetely different from the ones back home. the sun rose earlier and faster, brighter too. i suppose it looked more amazing, maybe it's cause i was in a different environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, the trip overall was rather relaxing and i could say&amp;nbsp;it was also a reminder. a reminder of how lucky i am, in terms of where i live and what i have. there were many kids in thailand that aren't as fortunate, yet&amp;nbsp;they aren't deterred by their circumstances and work hard so they can have a better future. there isn't much for me to wish for right now, cause i already have what some others don't. so then, it's time to start being more determined and to start cherishing and appreciating more. nothing and no one stays constantly the same. so i suppose i shouldn't wait till it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a.... perspective-changing trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368807279365662340-7622222997086524745?l=tangledheartstring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/feeds/7622222997086524745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2011/12/home-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;so today i spent&amp;nbsp;the entire day&amp;nbsp;with a friend. we spent the day talking, walking around town, eating, window shopping, seeing the lightings&amp;nbsp;and i suppose just getting to know each other better. i've know this friend for almost a year now,&amp;nbsp;yet today was most probably the first time i feel like i really&amp;nbsp;know this person. walking around town and slacking around scape, we talked about our childhood, our friends, our families, each others likes and dislikes, first impressions and random memories from our own past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some friends make you feel safe and contented when you're with them, i suppose this is one such person. even silence that's ment to be awkward feels comfortable with this person. and though that friend of mine may never read this, but i just wanna say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear friend,&lt;br /&gt;thank you for everything in the past 11 months. all the extremely lame jokes you tell me, your crazily huge ego, your ridiculous humor and your quiet support. for all the times that you've cheered me up and made me smile or laugh when i thought i couldn't, i can never say thank you enough. you always tell me to never thank you, and you always say that what you do might not be good enough, but what you don't know is that what you've done is really more than enough. i made you a promise once, that one day i'll stand up again. i haven't forgotten, and&amp;nbsp;when the time comes i will fufil my promise to you. even though we may not be by each others side next year, but i'll never forget that we're actually never that far apart. above all, i'm so glad i had a chance to meet you and know you. come what may, i most probably will never forget you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aside from that, i'll be leaving for a trip later so i won't be blogging for awhile.&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;week out of singapore and a few days in the mountains&amp;nbsp;is, i suppose,&amp;nbsp;the last step to changing myself for the better (though this sounds really weird). but when i come back, i hope it's as a slightly different person. &lt;br /&gt;it's going to be really hard, but maybe it's finally&amp;nbsp;time for me to let some parts of my past go, so that i can cherish the more important and&amp;nbsp;face my future better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is&amp;nbsp;yet&amp;nbsp;another new&amp;nbsp;beginning, but this time i'll start will a little more faith and hope. &lt;br /&gt;wish me luck. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368807279365662340-2831275298482444475?l=tangledheartstring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/feeds/2831275298482444475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2011/12/hello-my-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/2831275298482444475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/2831275298482444475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2011/12/hello-my-friend.html' title='hello, my friend.'/><author><name>Sheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112257215447083663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iz5UJfTJtn0/Ttj22LjWayI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RpTCMNd2kvA/s72-c/IMG_5413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368807279365662340.post-7541237086525415819</id><published>2011-11-29T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T07:35:12.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kiddie time!</title><content type='html'>today was mainly spent with the cutest bunch of kids at their daycare centre for cip. so, at about 8 plus, edward, ning, gladys and me went over to meet&amp;nbsp;the kids. we&amp;nbsp;spent the entire day running around at the playground with them, helping them with their homework, fixing jigsaw puzzles, reading books, watching movies, baking pasteries and making them do the most important thing : NAP TIME! meaning we have to coax the little kiddos to go to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're wondering, it&amp;nbsp;is not an easy task. sitting next to them in their sleeping bags, coaxing them to close their eyes, patting them to sleep, tucking them it. basically, for 2 hours we were parents to more than 10 kids. but it was fun, and we got to see who had the real 'parent' potential. overall it was just alot of fun and interesting moments with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing them play around and have fun kinda makes me want to remember what it was like being a child. relatively carefree and happy, with friends around you all the time. no wonder most people would like to return to their younger days. as we get older things become harder and more complicated, and we&amp;nbsp;sometimes find it harder to be as straightforward with our thoughts and feelings as compared to when we were kids. pros and cons of growing up huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was a kid, i always dreamt of growing up. now that i'm almost there, i feel like going back to when things were simpler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, there was a time, when i was a kid too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368807279365662340-7541237086525415819?l=tangledheartstring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/feeds/7541237086525415819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2011/11/kiddie-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/7541237086525415819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/7541237086525415819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2011/11/kiddie-time.html' title='kiddie time!'/><author><name>Sheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112257215447083663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368807279365662340.post-9158132941855492722</id><published>2011-11-27T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T08:13:40.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little past bedtime.</title><content type='html'>i'm being entertained by my tele now. &lt;br /&gt;curled up on my sofa bed in my comfiest sleepwear, laptop next to me and a great movie on tv. sunday nights&amp;nbsp;should &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; be spent this way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movie time alone is so rare to come by. aside from that, i feel like saying this out loud: something happened lately that made me realised i'll be okay even if i'm on my own. it may be hard, but as long as the girls are around me, i think it'll be okay. saying this out loud, makes me feel surprisingly....amazed at my own calmness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now. enough of the sudden realisation. i'm in a really random mood, and in a topic totally unrelated to the previous. i have something else that i must say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM HUNGRY. AGAIN.&amp;nbsp; O.o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368807279365662340-9158132941855492722?l=tangledheartstring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/feeds/9158132941855492722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2011/11/little-past-bedtime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/9158132941855492722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/9158132941855492722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2011/11/little-past-bedtime.html' title='a little past bedtime.'/><author><name>Sheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112257215447083663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368807279365662340.post-8634701876147213926</id><published>2011-11-25T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T07:50:11.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>suddenly, it doesn't seem so hard.</title><content type='html'>i realised that i've almost forgotten about my blog recently.... but, i've been a little busy lately. sorting out stuff, having choir, mass dance practices and catching up with some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was the first time in the past 2 weeks that i've spent an ENTIRE DAY AT HOME. slacking around and not doing anything at all is more fun than i'd remembered it to be. but i wasn't completely alone. marr and fi popped by to visit me cause they heard i was a little down under the weather. they were nice enough to buy me lunch and come all the way with movies to keep me company!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the three of us spawled out on my sofa and watched &lt;em&gt;how to train your dragon&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;another cinderella story&lt;/em&gt;. our &lt;em&gt;harry potter&lt;/em&gt; marathon was totally abandoned due to lack of time, but we promised to leave that for another day. somehow, we managed to fit pillow fights, random outbursts and catch-up time all while we were watching movies. no wonder people say that girls can multi-task!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that aside, this morning i woke up to a really sweet text from&amp;nbsp;someone. my dear girl, if you're reading this, i'm really touched by your words and i feel really honoured that you think that way of me. but don't forget that you too, have it in you. you're where you are because&amp;nbsp;there is something in you&amp;nbsp;that says you belong there.&amp;nbsp;it's only going to get harder from now on, but you'll be okay dear, i know you will be. and thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368807279365662340-8634701876147213926?l=tangledheartstring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/feeds/8634701876147213926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2011/11/suddenly-it-doesnt-seem-so-hard-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/8634701876147213926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/8634701876147213926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2011/11/suddenly-it-doesnt-seem-so-hard-again.html' title='suddenly, it doesn&apos;t seem so hard.'/><author><name>Sheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112257215447083663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368807279365662340.post-2929165698839127678</id><published>2011-11-17T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T06:15:19.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>falling apart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ekz__ywy6tU/TsUQHwMHH9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/I2L_7ytkKUQ/s1600/some+days.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ekz__ywy6tU/TsUQHwMHH9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/I2L_7ytkKUQ/s320/some+days.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a thought. that i keep having.&lt;br /&gt;i wish things had turned out differently because i'm tired of dealing with the same thing every day. i keep fighting but i keep losing. i thought i could&amp;nbsp;make it right if i tried, and i really believed&amp;nbsp;they knew how i felt, that they knew i had learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a fool i am.&amp;nbsp;when at the end, again and again i'm proven&amp;nbsp;wrong. i thought&amp;nbsp;i'd got through to them, but it was just my perfectly wishful thinking. i can't undo anything, and i've never for a day regretted cause i knew i tried. if there was ever a regret, it would be why i'm even&amp;nbsp;here in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say there's a dark side to every person. including me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368807279365662340-2929165698839127678?l=tangledheartstring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/feeds/2929165698839127678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2011/11/falling-apart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/2929165698839127678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/2929165698839127678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2011/11/falling-apart.html' title='falling apart.'/><author><name>Sheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112257215447083663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ekz__ywy6tU/TsUQHwMHH9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/I2L_7ytkKUQ/s72-c/some+days.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368807279365662340.post-3912792305509805202</id><published>2011-11-14T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T08:55:46.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stop.</title><content type='html'>tonight i've realised:&lt;br /&gt;nothing i will ever do is enough, nothing i will ever do will show her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not because i haven't tried, but because she hasn't opened up to hear me. and everything i say, to her,&amp;nbsp;is nothing but excuses and more excuses. she knows in her heart that i am right, but she just can't accept it. that's why she keeps trying to fight it. even though she says she's alright, she's accepted it, she believes and trusts in me to do the right thing. but very honestly, it's also a lie. cause it's in her eyes and in her actions, she has never once meant her words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should stop trying. i'm tired of trying and i'm sick and tired of getting misunderstood. i never meant what she says i mean. but i can never convince her that i don't mean things that way. maybe i should listen to others and learn to be a little more selfish, a little more greedy. maybe i should &lt;em&gt;stop&lt;/em&gt; caring, cause&amp;nbsp;suddenly, it&amp;nbsp;seems so much more easier that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of fighting. i really am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368807279365662340-3912792305509805202?l=tangledheartstring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/feeds/3912792305509805202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2011/11/stop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/3912792305509805202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/3912792305509805202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2011/11/stop.html' title='stop.'/><author><name>Sheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112257215447083663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368807279365662340.post-3582744865262748466</id><published>2011-11-13T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T07:15:32.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a different sunrise.</title><content type='html'>i found the time to take a stroll early&amp;nbsp;this morning. and so i found myself on the roof of the multi-story carpark, waiting for the sun to rise. honestly, i didn't sleep for the entire night and that is&amp;nbsp;rare for me. surprisingly, i was still wide awake come dawn. maybe it's because i was occupied in thought for the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;this&amp;nbsp;is what i saw this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sby8xz2zeoE/Tr87Svbi_oI/AAAAAAAAACY/mioOxOYg7pE/s320/Photo0923.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;7:02 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today&amp;nbsp;wasn't the first time i watched the sun&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;rise. yet today's sunrise holds a special meaning, because&amp;nbsp;when the sun rose today, i think i've&amp;nbsp;finally made a decision. i've been thinking about this for sometime now, but it wasn't till last night did i get a chance to fully understand the consequences and&amp;nbsp;meaning behind&amp;nbsp;a person's&amp;nbsp;words and actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked out of the house&amp;nbsp;because i needed some fresh air to think clearly.&amp;nbsp;instead, i found a new light.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;yes, it's cheesy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, but when the sun rose, i really felt unexpectedly braver and more determined to decide. i can't help but wonder if i am &lt;em&gt;about&lt;/em&gt; to do the right thing. am i doing the right thing? i really don't&amp;nbsp;know, but i'm about to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised this morning that it's my fault. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if not for me, this wouldn't be an issue right now.&amp;nbsp;i wouldn't be stuck, and i wouldn't have to&amp;nbsp;decide on&amp;nbsp;anything&amp;nbsp;at all. it's my fault. i was too careless and i so&amp;nbsp;let myself fall. i let someone else fall.&amp;nbsp;i guess i should have seen this coming.&amp;nbsp;too late for that, i just know that i have&amp;nbsp;to clean up the mess i made.&amp;nbsp; i should never have interfered in the first place and&amp;nbsp;i need to say i'm sorry. sorry if i had ever in any way end up hurting anyone. i hope that you'll both believe me when i say&amp;nbsp;i never meant for things to become like this and that&amp;nbsp;i never wanted to hurt anyone. i still don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promise, i will&lt;em&gt; try &lt;/em&gt;to set things right. i just need some last few answers and when the time is right, i will set things on the right track again; back to the way it used to be before i came about. maybe it's best&amp;nbsp;if everything went back to the way it was. and&amp;nbsp;all i have to do is to be determined enough to see it through. i had&amp;nbsp;all these thoughts today, and all before 5.30 in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sun rose today like it did every other day, but something's changed. something is different. is it me? it just might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please let me be doing the right thing. please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368807279365662340-3582744865262748466?l=tangledheartstring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/feeds/3582744865262748466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2011/11/different-sunrise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/3582744865262748466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/3582744865262748466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2011/11/different-sunrise.html' title='a different sunrise.'/><author><name>Sheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112257215447083663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EfnSyRZhlME/Tr86D8GsawI/AAAAAAAAACA/QpeqjDtv76o/s72-c/Photo0900.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368807279365662340.post-7972275495567822578</id><published>2011-11-10T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T20:30:15.596-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t give up.'/><title type='text'>you're not alone.</title><content type='html'>OP&amp;nbsp;was finally over yesterday, and i guess that means that PW is nearing the end and it also means that my J1 year is almost done. today was spent with yijia, wandering around changi point, having lunch together&amp;nbsp;with mum, then heading back to my place to catch up. it happened again today. just when i think i'm over it, somehow i will realise that i've gone one huge round, only to end&amp;nbsp;up getting back to&amp;nbsp;the starting&amp;nbsp;again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this feeling is seriously, for a lack of a better word, &lt;em&gt;annoying.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some days are better than the other, and i wake up feeling optimistic, others are just a little more down i suppose. i'm just waiting for the right time, for the right thing to happen and then somehow, some way, it'll be okay again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently someone around me has been feeling the way i've been feeling. except that this person has been having this feeling longer than i've had it. it's not that i never knew, it's just that though i've tried to understand that feeling in the past, i never quite got it. not until i went through it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to that person, i would like you to know: &lt;em&gt;till the end,&amp;nbsp;lost cause or not, don't give up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're reading this, well, i keep thinking i've&amp;nbsp;said everything i could possibly say to you. still, i often&amp;nbsp;find that i have alot more to say. i know that i'm being too nosey, but hey! it's me we're talking about, so you should know by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep saying: " i&amp;nbsp;know that you're going through alot of crap. and that you have 3/4 a mind, or more, to give up and give in. you're tired of fighting a battle that you can't seem to win and as such, letting everything go seems like the easiest and best thing." but now i also&amp;nbsp;know that though you're a brave person, you're&amp;nbsp;still at times scared too. scared of the future and the unknown, the way everyone usually is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm guessing that you're also afraid of failing again. i know that having that thought can seriously drive a person crazy, because you keep trying and trying but you're also worried that the outcome might still be the same. i'm scared too. scared of failing again. only, what's worst is that i think too much. i haven't even&amp;nbsp;started&amp;nbsp;my second chance, and&amp;nbsp;yet,&amp;nbsp;i'm already wondering if it's game over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've already started. yes, maybe it isn't a good start. maybe it's all a little messed up and you think you'll suck at everything. but think of all the time you've spent and maybe it'll keep you going for just a little longer. you've had more determination than me to get you this far, so if a person like me can still find the fight to go on, then i believe that eventually, you will too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as long as there is belief, there is hope. your friends all believe in you. so then, you know you have hope. no one has given up on you yet, so please don't give up on yourself. don't give up because you've come this far. don't give up cause you might still make it. don't give up cause the fight isn't over yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose when i see you going through this, i think of me. and i suppose that when i keep telling you all that i keep telling you, it's like i'm also&amp;nbsp;trying to convince myself that i can do it too. just know that you're not alone, because there's someone else who might just be as afraid of what's to come as you are. but we'll find our own way to make it right again. we will eventually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then, don't give up.&lt;br /&gt;'cause it's&amp;nbsp;never over till you yourself give&amp;nbsp;in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368807279365662340-7972275495567822578?l=tangledheartstring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/feeds/7972275495567822578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2011/11/youre-not-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/7972275495567822578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/7972275495567822578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2011/11/youre-not-alone.html' title='you&apos;re not alone.'/><author><name>Sheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112257215447083663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368807279365662340.post-364036739973785771</id><published>2011-11-06T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T06:16:58.101-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t wait till it&apos;s too late.'/><title type='text'>where i grew up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;i spent today walking around with mum and dad in changipoint shopping centre. it's quite busy for a sunday and maybe also&amp;nbsp;cause it's a new mall.&amp;nbsp;we spent about 6 hours there doing... almost close tonothing. okay, we shopped a little, really just mum and dad though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;headed down to hougang to visit my mum's parents, aka mygrandparents in the evening. which is something that i realise i haven't beendoing enough in the past 11 months. i've been too caught up in my own life, tothe extent that i've neglected the only people who may possibly love me morethan my own parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;climbing those familiar stairs again, i remember growing upwith my grandma and grandpa. my kindergarden and primary school days weremostly spent at their house because my parents were too busy with work to takecare of me. dad would drop me off at grandma's at 6 am and i'd alternate between school and&amp;nbsp;there till 8plus in the night, before heading back home . i spent almost 11 years that way. i remember how i used togo to the market with grandma during the school holidays, hold her hand, say hito all the old auntie and uncles that i didn't know and push her markettrolley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;t's been almost 6 years. surprisingly, i remember everylittle detail of my days spent there. how i jumped on their spring bed so muchthat the bed spoilt (which explains my height), the times i watered the plantswith my grandpa in the evening, and washed his fish tanks with him. they wouldtell me stories of how things used to be in their younger days and teach mewhat they thought was important (moral values, how i should always treat peoplewith sincerity, and of course :&lt;i&gt; how to eat well,&lt;/i&gt; which is why i LOVEfood )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Their corridor was my favourite play area. my cousins and iused to play catching, hop scotch, sissors paper stone and countless othergames along that stretch. walking down that stretch again today, i can almosthear our laughter as we played together. of all my favourite places in that"area", my number one favourite would of course be my grandparents'house itself. to others, it's nothing more than a small and simple 3-room flat.but to me, it's a place filled with so much warmth, love and memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;slept there since i was an infant in a cradle that hungfrom the ceiling, to the little mattress that i fitted perfectly on. i learnthow to walk in that house, said my first words there and it was the home that ileft to go to my first day of kindergarden and primary school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;over the years, i've realised that that little hdb flat, ismy shelter. it's the place that i go to when i'm tired and need a break fromthe world. it's a place where i know i'm safe and i don't have to worry. it'sthe place that will always welcome me with open doors no matter who i become.more importantly, it's the place where 2 of the most important people in mylife are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;time will change many things, and my grandparents may not beable to always stay by my side. but today i've realised, more than ever, that ineed to cherish the time i have left with them.&amp;nbsp;for the simple reason that&amp;nbsp;i don't ever want toregret not letting them know how much they mean to me,&amp;nbsp;and how much i love them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368807279365662340-364036739973785771?l=tangledheartstring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/feeds/364036739973785771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2011/11/where-i-grew-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/364036739973785771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/364036739973785771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2011/11/where-i-grew-up.html' title='where i grew up.'/><author><name>Sheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112257215447083663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368807279365662340.post-7898768210684234587</id><published>2011-11-04T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T08:25:38.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>smile.</title><content type='html'>when you're too upset, people around will tell you: don't be unhappy, because it'll be okay. when you try to be happy, someone&amp;nbsp;asks you: why are you so happy? in this situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then, what do i show? and what do i hide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to hear other people tell you how you should be feeling even though i know that they say so only out of concern. so then after thinking alot, this is what i have to say : if you need to, mope around and be sad. cry about it, think about it. roll in bed and not do anything if you must. let yourself feel the upset and the frustration,&amp;nbsp;let yourself BE SAD. because you need it, because it is important...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even when you're told you shouldn't&amp;nbsp;be sad and you should stay positive, don't listen if you don't want to. because it's your life, and if YOU NEED THE SADNESS before you can move on, then go ahead, be sad. but still, never forget the reminders that those who care give you : stay positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the time is right, allow yourself to smile and laugh a little. don't think that it's a sin to smile and laugh even when you're in the face of an unhappy situation. because as unlikely as this sounds, when you smile and laugh, everything seems so much more manageable, so much more easier and you start to believe that you can do it and it'll be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMILE.&lt;br /&gt;because sooner or later, you'll realise that you can't keep going on the way you are. smile because it actually gives you the courage to continue and walk out of any dark situation you might be in. smile because you mean it and because it's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when you finally feel that you'll go on with your life, don't forget this: &lt;br /&gt;keep the pain, the&amp;nbsp;sadness, the anger and the frustration. keep them&amp;nbsp;as a memory to remind yourself&amp;nbsp;of how to never make the same&amp;nbsp;mistake again, let them always be a loud indication of the time you once faltered and failed. but don't ever let them put you down and stop you from trying to achieve greater and better things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess this is all that&amp;nbsp;i want to say, to myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368807279365662340-7898768210684234587?l=tangledheartstring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/feeds/7898768210684234587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2011/11/smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/7898768210684234587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/7898768210684234587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2011/11/smile.html' title='smile.'/><author><name>Sheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112257215447083663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368807279365662340.post-7611091879493081655</id><published>2011-10-30T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T09:06:58.472-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one step at a time.'/><title type='text'>afraid, are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5EZQ5W9a2Vs/TqviG-ytnrI/AAAAAAAAABg/1UFskgwErLE/s1600/what+are+you+afraid+of.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5EZQ5W9a2Vs/TqviG-ytnrI/AAAAAAAAABg/1UFskgwErLE/s320/what+are+you+afraid+of.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my&amp;nbsp;unknown future ,&lt;br /&gt;the long road ahead ,&lt;br /&gt;and the final obstacle i must face: myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;along the way, people often wonder why&amp;nbsp;they've been holding back all those feelings/thoughts/words. what is it that's stopping them from whatever it is they want to do. the answer to that question, is another question: what are you afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as of now, i'm just thinking of the immediate. and the answer to that special question, is none other than: MYSELF. the irony of it all, when at the end, what i am afraid of is me. the one thing that is preventing me from moving on, and standing up again is acutally the same thing that i need to save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that if i never get over that fear of failing again and again and again, then i can never be me again. but that fear inside me is like a siren that keeps screaming: sure, start over, but i'll always be here, to remind you that you might still never make it.....&amp;nbsp; the me now wonders, since when did this voice plant itself in my head? and how did i ever let it turn out this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;people around me tell me to block that voice out, because i can do it,&amp;nbsp;i will be able to do it, i just need a&amp;nbsp;little more time. they say i'll get there eventually, cause i'm sheryl, i never let anthing get to me and i never give up even if it seems impossible. these days, my respose to them when they say that is: i'm not always&amp;nbsp;that optimistic, there are times when i feel like i can't either. there are times, when i am afraid too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;someone wrote recently: &lt;strong&gt;whether you succeed or fail has been determined at the very beginning. anyone who tells you otherwise is either lying or has succeeded already. &lt;/strong&gt;and so i start to wonder again, where exactly is the beginnning? from the time i start the journey? or from the moment i take that paper? perhaps that person is right. sucess or failure can be determined from the beginning because the right attitude and mindset can maybe path your way. but i still believe in the process too. i believe that other than the beginnning, i need to persevere and keep reminding myself to believe that i can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;afraid? i am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;but i'm learning, learning how to get over that fear and when i do, i'll be okay again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368807279365662340-7611091879493081655?l=tangledheartstring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/feeds/7611091879493081655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2011/10/afraid-are-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/7611091879493081655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/7611091879493081655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2011/10/afraid-are-you.html' title='afraid, are you?'/><author><name>Sheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112257215447083663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5EZQ5W9a2Vs/TqviG-ytnrI/AAAAAAAAABg/1UFskgwErLE/s72-c/what+are+you+afraid+of.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368807279365662340.post-2488176357026017387</id><published>2011-10-28T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T08:56:43.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the promise.</title><content type='html'>sometimes even if you tell yourself it's okay, it still isn't.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes even when you try and try, it still doesn't work out.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes when you fall down, it takes a longer time to get up again.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it's just so hard, even though i promised i would try .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes, certain promises can't help but be broken...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368807279365662340-2488176357026017387?l=tangledheartstring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/feeds/2488176357026017387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2011/10/promise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/2488176357026017387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/2488176357026017387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2011/10/promise.html' title='the promise.'/><author><name>Sheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112257215447083663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368807279365662340.post-5092917895468377915</id><published>2011-10-26T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T08:33:54.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the climb.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hey. I haven't blogged in years, and i figured it's time to start again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;well, it's been a long time since i had this feeling. the feeling of second-guessing myself.needless to say,&amp;nbsp;it isn't a good feeling, but i realised that i've been carrying this feeling around with me for the past 10 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;alot has happened in the past 2 weeks, and i've learnt alot about myself and the people around me. i now know that there will always be those who will stick with me no matter what happens and i'm extremely grateful and thankful to have them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;i don't think i've ever been this low or lost in the past 17 years of my life, maybe to some people, i may seem foolish and immature for saying that this is the lowest i've gone in the past 17 years. but for those who know me, you'll know that this isn't me, and i've never ever taken things this hardly. someone told me recently : maybe the reason why you're feeling this way, is because you've never failed this badly in life, so you feel lost and unsure of yourself and your future.but never doubt yourself and your ability because you can do it. just learn from this incident and then find yourself again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;i think she's right. everyone whose been comforting me and advicing me in the past 2 weeks have been right. the road ahead is still long enough for me to go on, and one day i'll be okay again. everyone has their bad times but eventually things will work out on it's own. though as of right now,i know that&amp;nbsp;crying and talking makes me feel better because it shows that i'm finally learning how to accept and only when i accept can i move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;when tomorrow comes, the path i'm ment to take will be shown to me, and from there on, i'll need to change myself. the future is filled with uncertainties and my future path may be bumpy and hard to walk, but i know that i will never be alone because i'm lucky enough to have people who will stand by me and help me always. it's time for me to stop wallowing in self pity and guilt, because i need to find myself again and stand back up on my feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;i guess at the end of the day, i just hope to find the courage to&amp;nbsp;find myself&amp;nbsp;and face my future, be it good or bad, i&amp;nbsp;WILL learn to be okay again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;when you've hit rock bottom, the only way to go, is up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/368807279365662340-5092917895468377915?l=tangledheartstring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/feeds/5092917895468377915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2011/10/climb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/5092917895468377915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/368807279365662340/posts/default/5092917895468377915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangledheartstring.blogspot.com/2011/10/climb.html' title='the climb.'/><author><name>Sheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13112257215447083663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
