<?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-9601979</id><updated>2011-07-08T11:52:49.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fat.</title><subtitle type='html'>ME.

hmmms..i'm juz an ordinary girl living in an ordinary house with an ordinary family, and i hang out with my ordinary frens living in ordinary houses too with ordinary families...                 my life is SIMPLE. 
Well, maybe not. wahahahs... BLAHS.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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>254</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9601979.post-5264408203754987293</id><published>2009-12-30T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T23:58:14.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The year is gonna end soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr is 31st dec. It's way too fast for me to take. Overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;I think I just lost myself, and fell.&lt;br /&gt;No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, well, i really hope next year will be a much better year for me, for all...&lt;br /&gt;What will I take and leave behind this 2009?&lt;br /&gt;It's been so much, so long, painful, yet fast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nineteen, and quite useless actually haha....&lt;br /&gt;Really, age doesn't matter, at all.&lt;br /&gt;I always think, feel, all in the head, it sucks totally.&lt;br /&gt;Hope, everyone needs it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will 2010 bring me?&lt;br /&gt;Or rather, what will I make out of 2010?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope i'll be more sincere, more honest and true to myself and others, more bold, more thoughtful, more empathetic, more human basically...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I've been a lost kid year after year, uh...okay.. im so so emo i just hate it..&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite a joyous person... right?&lt;br /&gt;Blahblah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all, Happy new year, happy 2010, and yeah, you better be happy, cause it's happiness and joy and overshadows all sorrow and failures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your joy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Goodbye 2009, in one days' time.  . . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-5264408203754987293?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/5264408203754987293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=5264408203754987293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/5264408203754987293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/5264408203754987293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2009/12/year-is-gonna-end-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-7037972371267475125</id><published>2009-11-23T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:50:34.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MY GOODNESS MY GRADES ARE GONE, GONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;I have a bio paper on wed, and im totally uninterested and bored with not being able to understand what on earth it's saying.&lt;br /&gt;MAN.&lt;br /&gt;I feel dreadful.&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea why i have the tendency to just not care about this exam and enjoy myself with tv and computer.... when i know i'm so so so so dead for my exams.&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;Trying to prove how bad I can be ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperate at the wrong time wrong thing, maybe that's me...&lt;br /&gt;AAHHHH...&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what I am made of.&lt;br /&gt;You know these few days I'm like in search of who I really am, what things around me really mean, and what I am doing with my life. ( Ok it's just in my head, i don't consiously carfully think about it actually)&lt;br /&gt;So ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;I'm like unfaithful Israel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must continue to sing, even if I don't think I can, right?&lt;br /&gt;To sing praises cause of Him, not my circumstance, but what have I become now huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalallalalaaaaa........&lt;br /&gt;I need to be optimistic and sure of myself again!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-7037972371267475125?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/7037972371267475125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=7037972371267475125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/7037972371267475125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/7037972371267475125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-my-goodness-my-grades-are-gone-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-6355103959725699275</id><published>2009-11-12T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T00:04:03.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl's here. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am suppose to be studying but hey im distracted like MAD. MAD. Ugh, Hey i see you know other people having such fulfilled lives in uni and I look at mine... i go like.. eewww why am i like that in comparison!&lt;br /&gt;TSKTSK. You know i always live in my past, seriously, i don't wanna be some old lady right now who always thinks she is whoever she is IN THE PAST. It's annoying... totally DeLuSiOns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighh.. Life is getting wayyy out of hand. Yes, i've been deluded for this whole time... im crazyyy..!!! AAAHHHHHH!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE EXAMS NEXT WEEK ALR OH MY GOODNESS.......!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;UGH NO NO NO I DON'T WANT THIS TO BE A GROWING FAT PERIOD NOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, Life has so much to offer. Life is so much more than this! There must be more than this!&lt;br /&gt;Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at myself now, i feel ashamed,disappointed, and regretful some sort. You know?&lt;br /&gt;Im still here, still here, stagnant, moving backwards, losing grip, falling.......and falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when will i truly learn....&lt;br /&gt;I think God is running out of patience with me....&lt;br /&gt;And I'm really scared..&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do man.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;Where is the road to take,&lt;br /&gt;where is the path to go,&lt;br /&gt;where is the boldness that I need&lt;br /&gt;where is the love that once held me tight&lt;br /&gt;what have I done?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-6355103959725699275?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/6355103959725699275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=6355103959725699275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/6355103959725699275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/6355103959725699275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-256274129311784585</id><published>2009-11-11T18:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T18:34:09.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now I'm really tasting the fruits of my 'labour' . Great. I'm now feeling really really fat. It's disgusting you know&lt;br /&gt;That extra layer of skin on my face and arms and legs, eewwww!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, but i still can't help eating!Crap. Help.&lt;br /&gt;Anw, i really don't want to stay in hall anymore. I am getting sick of it day by day. I can't wait to get out!&lt;br /&gt;This is the last week of school anw. And exams are here. Sigh. This is so sickening. I feel so so so fat. And buffet again? Oh my... NOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, exams are next week, im still the same old me. I still ain't panicking and not studying as hard as I should.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. What is this man. Im always waiting for som season in my life to pass by fast, and at the end of the day, I don't know what I'm living for. Really. Like now, uni is soooo -.- You really feel like a loner man. It stinks. But oh well, I need to study. Boohoo so yeah. I don't wanna stay in hall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUSH ME PUSH ME!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im soooo scared for bio cause I'm so dead for it.&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-256274129311784585?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/256274129311784585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=256274129311784585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/256274129311784585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/256274129311784585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2009/11/now-im-really-tasting-fruits-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-7632672820747910277</id><published>2009-11-03T11:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T11:51:02.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, i want my friends back boo..&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Im in a struggle, everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I need to strengthen truth. I don't want life to be like this.&lt;br /&gt;What is stopping me? I'll move, i'll move, and find my place right now this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, iw as browsing through my photos, and i found such joy looking at everyone smiling and posing. It's so nice. It's really sweet. It's really true that a smile can bring someone joy. Really.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks pple, for being there in my life, always smiling and bring true :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah.&lt;br /&gt;I thank God.&lt;br /&gt;For everything,&lt;br /&gt;For now.&lt;br /&gt;He has not left me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm slowly getting there.&lt;br /&gt;With His help.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I hope everything falls into place, fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School later. Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-7632672820747910277?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/7632672820747910277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=7632672820747910277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/7632672820747910277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/7632672820747910277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-4067461239810854818</id><published>2009-10-30T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T00:28:00.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea what am I doing. I get distracted so easily. My goodness la. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Im considering whether to S/U my Bio elective. Really. I'm totally clueless about it.&lt;br /&gt;Was it my fault of selecting it in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;Where did the error occur?&lt;br /&gt;The beginning? Or after the beginning?&lt;br /&gt;Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, the 1st sem will be almost over. it's frightening. Really. Time flies by really fast. Like just now when i was online it was like 7.15. Then a few moments later the it showed 8.15. I was like ERRR OKAY. And then later 9.15.. and 10.15. What on earth~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my it's scary. I want friday to come. I always look forward to weekends. But i dread it too because it means things that i do not look forward are nearing. Sigh. Like MONDAY. And EXAMS. And finally the end of the year. I just don't want dec to come too fast because i haven't got enough of 2009 yet.&lt;br /&gt;I've not done enough&lt;br /&gt;I've not gave enough&lt;br /&gt;I've not lived enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get it?&lt;br /&gt;Bah. Time flies. And im full of questions, full of thoughts in my mind.... What happened to my life? What has happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. 2009. COME BACK!!!!!! Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. anw tmr is FRIDAY YAYYYY. Freedom. But i've got stuff to do over the weekend so yeah, BOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pple, uni is not for the faint hearted. Man. It's no joke, really no joke. Oh well, i've just gotta be thankful im in Psychology. It's not a bit near the shiong courses like engineering and bio. Really. Thankfully. But it'll come soon i guess. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, im just finding my place in this uni, or should i say, finding my place in life. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;br /&gt;AND ANW I MISS MY JC CLASSMATES! 0713 come to meee!!!!!!!! Hahahhaha....&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-4067461239810854818?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/4067461239810854818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=4067461239810854818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/4067461239810854818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/4067461239810854818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-2070787450283193528</id><published>2009-10-28T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T01:09:41.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally Im blogging&lt;br /&gt;Sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sian right now man&lt;br /&gt;My eyesight is getting worst, how depressing.&lt;br /&gt;And i didn't study today&lt;br /&gt;Double depressing!&lt;br /&gt;Aaahhhh&lt;br /&gt;can't stand myself.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so empty. Why ah why ah why ah why ah!&lt;br /&gt;Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;Not much meaningful stuff i can post man. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, i need smth. I need smth. I don't know what it is.&lt;br /&gt;I need to get out of hall?&lt;br /&gt;I need to move around?&lt;br /&gt;ANW I GREW FATTER LA.&lt;br /&gt;IM FEELING SOOO MISERABLE.&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a ballooon. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like school. I really don't. I don't like studying too.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;You know, i wanna be certain of myself. I wanna be sure of my position in life.&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost. Lost sheep. Mehh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, i've found out this year lots about myself, the bad side, the once thought to be good side, sigh. I'm full of flaws man. Pathetic. I also found someone whom i can really really be mad at, who gets me on my nerves and i feel like exploding. (Besides my granny muahahahha ok no im kinda alright w her i guess?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM i living in a lie? Living in a forbidden zone? Sigh. God knows.&lt;br /&gt;What can I offer?&lt;br /&gt;I've failed AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I offer?&lt;br /&gt;How can I offer?&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing left.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing good left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-2070787450283193528?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/2070787450283193528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=2070787450283193528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/2070787450283193528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/2070787450283193528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2009/10/finally-im-blogging-sigh-im-really-sian.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-651708956688518986</id><published>2009-10-21T11:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T11:33:10.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;I've been just browsing through facebook blahblah... how meaningless i feel it is sometimes. Bah, it's 1130 alr. What should i do?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm sometimes being in hall can be soo boring. You're all by your own, taking charge of your future man. I should be studying and all right? Blah. Ok i just ate a lot as usual. And it hink in just 4 days i've gained weight. What is this man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, just as face-booking can be utterly meaningless, it makes me think, and covet. TSK. So terrible right. Like u ask hey y can;t my life by like that, why can't people in my life be like that.. clearly a picture paints a thousand words. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;I want a camera. What do you call it? Polaroid camera? Ok however u call it, yeah&lt;br /&gt;And exams are less than a month away.&lt;br /&gt;How awful can this get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i strive to lose weight, but i'm always getting back to square one sia.&lt;br /&gt;Okay pursuing 'worldly' things are getting more meaningless man. Seriously, I need a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalallaaa going to prepare for school soon. Man, im alr starting to feel that life IS mundane. School IS mundane. Hall IS mundane. But it's all in the mind. Is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay gtg now. I need directions. Yelp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-651708956688518986?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/651708956688518986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=651708956688518986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/651708956688518986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/651708956688518986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2009/10/goodness.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-8348731357720161665</id><published>2009-10-12T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T23:09:01.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay i hate it when my feet cramps up. I have no idea is that called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, y'know, I feel really lost as a human on this earth. Lost and helpless and controlled.&lt;br /&gt;Sin really draws us away from God. It is a hard fact. Although now I see things quite blurry, I know it'll be crystal clear when everything comes to pass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to describe my emotions. Like, when I say I'm amazed, or sad, am i really feeling it, or am I saying it because i'm supposed to feel this way or else i'm heartless or emotionless or cold blahblah.. yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I say again, it's blurry now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my life&lt;br /&gt;In every season&lt;br /&gt;You are still God&lt;br /&gt;and I have a reason to sing&lt;br /&gt;I have a reason to worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed.&lt;br /&gt;God is real pple. He is.&lt;br /&gt;But I sometimes treat it as though He is not. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words spoken are only believable when it reflects yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaahh CHANGE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-8348731357720161665?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/8348731357720161665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=8348731357720161665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/8348731357720161665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/8348731357720161665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2009/10/okay-i-hate-it-when-my-feet-cramps-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-1836895431773784957</id><published>2009-10-06T11:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T11:16:09.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bah&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna have a test later.&lt;br /&gt;Like oh my goodness&lt;br /&gt;AAHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to know my stuff well.&lt;br /&gt;bah.&lt;br /&gt;Anw i was having this pain in my stomach for the past two days.. now it's almost recovering! Yay thank God! I hope it doesn't come back again. Booo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can i acknowledge the truth, acknowledge the power of God without feeling right?&lt;br /&gt;Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to I get back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, anw, i'm gonna school now! And back to my lovely hall. Right, lovely.&lt;br /&gt;Seeee yaaa. Im always looking forward to the weekends, no wonder time flies la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-1836895431773784957?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/1836895431773784957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=1836895431773784957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/1836895431773784957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/1836895431773784957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2009/10/bah-im-gonna-have-test-later.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-1938440058088189604</id><published>2009-09-25T17:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T17:46:47.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello World.&lt;br /&gt;Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am cold hearted. Spit-ted out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it's so cool how you thik pple are but they're not? Like i always think pple are like me and all, yeah i truely live in my turtle shell. Bah. Seriously, I am totally a diffferent person with different values now(uncounsciously). That's how i feel la. Oh well, Im getting nowhere in life now. Goig backwords to that bottomless pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know how i want to go back to the times where I always talked about God in my posts? The innocence and the puritym really, youth is awesome, don't let anyone take it away from you... Ba.h. Life goes on, i Wonder what I'm living for NOW. Like really.&lt;br /&gt;School is driving my nuts.&lt;br /&gt;You now we all have a deeper and darker side to us, right? Or do we not? or maybe just a hidden side only God knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know He knows what my thoughts and feelings are, but i can't seem to feel Him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's me, yes., it's me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-1938440058088189604?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/1938440058088189604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=1938440058088189604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/1938440058088189604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/1938440058088189604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-4762815706281518728</id><published>2009-09-12T18:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T18:51:22.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm starting to feel really uncomfortable with where I am at life now.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;So many things smacking right at my face. I really feel sick and tired of everything&lt;br /&gt;Im back to my JC days again.&lt;br /&gt;I don't see the importance of effort, i get stressed like crap ever so easily, anI just let go of things like that.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, i hate what life has to offer now.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the decisions i made.&lt;br /&gt;I am clueless bout how I'm feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough of saying that i should buck up.&lt;br /&gt;i've had enough of crappy lifestyle&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough of saying things I don't do.&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough of saying enough, cause it's never enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I detest my world now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-4762815706281518728?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/4762815706281518728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=4762815706281518728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/4762815706281518728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/4762815706281518728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-starting-to-feel-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-4889419845076304756</id><published>2009-09-05T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T14:56:40.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm cold. Really cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I live in darkness, in shame.&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what's gonna happen&lt;br /&gt;No one sees &lt;br /&gt;No one hears&lt;br /&gt;No one understands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've turned cold, that's the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-4889419845076304756?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/4889419845076304756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=4889419845076304756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/4889419845076304756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/4889419845076304756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-world-im-cold.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-2664412701395588601</id><published>2009-09-01T23:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T14:54:43.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've become a lil angsty and a lil irritated these few days. The menses? Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you know, i'll just let it out.&lt;br /&gt;Hello, what on earth is happening to the world? Can guys and girl really be best friends? My foot pls. It's driving my nuts ok. Everytime stupid freaking things that shouldn't happen happen and some pple just take it as that, that it is NORMAL. Like, ya it's normal. My foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so annoying. Whatever you're doing is to please and to not hurt blahblah. I've no idea what im talking about but ya, just going on. Ugh. I can't stand it.. Just come between it anw, it's like, ya, your wish right? Ya i don't mind, really. You can fly and be free for all you want and ya. What's the point of everybody getting hurt and feeling accused and feeling that justice is not done to them blahblah... ugh. It's getting ugly around here man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just go do whatever pleases you. Really. i have no idea what you're trying to do.. ok maybe i do but ya, it's annoying and -.-. Besties over my dead body. Really. This is sooo annoying and disgusting. Im turning into an ugly monster. Ugh. I just can't stand it anymore. To prevent myself from even feeling this way, i better avoid all these at all cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, really, do we really think that we no need anyone to solve our silly hurts and problems? We act as if nth happened, knowing jolly well what you actually want to do la. Really, i back out la. Ya you must be like, yay your plan succeeded without you really doing much.Whatever, whatever you are doing, please stop. It's hurting me and ya you don't even know it la cause you're hurt too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal Messages. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;What an eyesore really.&lt;br /&gt;Silently secretly having a friendship. Goodness what in the world. I am disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;Is it me being very un-understanding or what?&lt;br /&gt;I can't figure out!&lt;br /&gt;And im toloerating all this crap.&lt;br /&gt;What the heck right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your wish is granted.Ya go go go go go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know actually, I've simmering down even before writing this post. Oh well. I still need to let out whatever is hindering me, but i can't do that entirely. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Bestfriends?&lt;br /&gt;Just shut up and get a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i sound so mean. Kill me. Ok,. It's like a struggle between human nature and the other side. Ugh. Okay, im outta here. Ha, go be whatever you guys want to be called. cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you stilll wanna give in and be nice and whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Soft spot aint it? Go on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-2664412701395588601?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/2664412701395588601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=2664412701395588601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/2664412701395588601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/2664412701395588601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-become-lil-angsty-and-lil-irritated.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-4242959690201457052</id><published>2009-08-30T00:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T00:26:51.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile is always a good way to start everything! :))) ahahh okay..&lt;br /&gt;Support and advice are always given through people.&lt;br /&gt;Relationships are so important, i almost lost them. Or did I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perspectives, thoughts, self-centredness, hatred, guilt.... blahblah the list goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, i wonder what got into me? Whatever. It's been like this alr, for quite some time. Why now?&lt;br /&gt;The right palce to be in at the wrong time?&lt;br /&gt;The wrong place to be in at the wrong time?&lt;br /&gt;The right place to be in at the right time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalala....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take things wayyy toooo lightly.........&lt;br /&gt;Y'know I always thought of myself to be quite obedient, moderate, sane, and good..&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts fool people sometimes. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta brush up on my writing... bah,&lt;br /&gt;and i really hope Psychology is the right choice. :D&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run now. Suffering from uncomfortable cramps and depressing teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-4242959690201457052?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/4242959690201457052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=4242959690201457052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/4242959690201457052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/4242959690201457052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2009/08/smile-is-always-good-way-to-start.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-3777508474390426295</id><published>2009-08-29T00:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T00:38:39.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I've lost my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart to feel, heart to fear, heart to change, heart to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is love?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-3777508474390426295?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/3777508474390426295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=3777508474390426295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/3777508474390426295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/3777508474390426295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-think-ive-lost-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-6938355293821786642</id><published>2009-08-26T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T00:06:40.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELLO PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Goodness, two months of not blogging... miss me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so this is it, the time we've all been waiting for...&lt;br /&gt;UNI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and this is like the THIRD week of school...fast right?&lt;br /&gt;Bah.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, everything sinks in. School life kicks in, disciplinary issues come into the picture, independence, determination, self motivation... goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea whether things have changed for me... Ya, like my life now, my priorities, my mental state... I feel like a different person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I'm always so -.- with myself... I can't live up to my own standards.. i feel detached from almost everything. Conversations seem like it should be brought up for the sake of it, instant friendship is a must in uni... lasting friends are like... uh i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;Me and the issues of friends..&lt;br /&gt;Still remember struggling with this issue in my sec school days. Totally lame.&lt;br /&gt;But it is very real and relevant for me, even now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, it is true that not only old people stick to their old traditions, we young pple do too! Okay now i feel weird, like suddenly i feel good to be labeled under 'young', cause im getting old soon.. like really. EVERYONE would want to relive their past, their youth, their innocence. ya, Life is short.&lt;br /&gt;And i really feel the world is going to end soon.. I'm like, scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know we're supposed to do this ARE YOU SATISFIED WITH YOUR LIFE test... and ya, it's terrible. My answers were so dark and depressing. OK we were suppose to give a score to a particular statement which reflects on satisfaction of one's life.. and ya.. terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALALLALAALLAA...&lt;br /&gt;I need to get real. Get a life. Get focussed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH AND THERE ARE SO MANY ANTS ON MY TABLE I CAN'T STAND IT!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i think i alr killed a hundred of them since i moved into the hall.&lt;br /&gt;UGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw im slowly getting used to hall life and all... Yeah..Nice room, nice everything. Just that i gotta make more friends man. And i gotta get focused on uni life. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im 19, when will i grow up. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya guys soon. I miss you all! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-6938355293821786642?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/6938355293821786642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=6938355293821786642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/6938355293821786642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/6938355293821786642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-people-goodness-two-months-of-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-6277130703273057574</id><published>2009-06-20T14:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T14:39:14.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heal my heart and make it clean&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ópen up my eyes to the things unseen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Show me how to love like You have loved me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Break my heart for what breaks Yours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything I have for Your kingdom's cause&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As i walk from earth into eternity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is all it takes, to spark anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-6277130703273057574?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/6277130703273057574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=6277130703273057574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/6277130703273057574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/6277130703273057574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2009/06/heal-my-heart-and-make-it-clean-open-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-3555858191834687945</id><published>2009-06-11T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T00:25:26.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everything happens for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the midst of the storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;through the wind and the waves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You'll still be faithful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You'll still be faithful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When the starts refuse to shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and time is no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You'll still be faithful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You'll still be faithful O Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Are you a test?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-3555858191834687945?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/3555858191834687945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=3555858191834687945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/3555858191834687945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/3555858191834687945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2009/06/everything-happens-for-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-193309454398603177</id><published>2009-06-09T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T00:21:46.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa it's June alr -__________________________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies la. What on earth have I been doing!&lt;br /&gt;Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, it's actually very nice and warm to have lunch w my parents.. Yay... Shall do that more often. Like the things they talk and the way they react is so amusing. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalala Hmm I've been like.. let me see jobless and loving it!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Tmr i've gotta hunt for paper products!&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. And ya know, my priorities have to be right ! YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, quarrels quarrels, heartbreak, emotions hangover, yadayada.. It's so tiring i tell you.. Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communication is sooo important. People are also important. Like ya how you're to be accountable for your actions and all. How they are suppose to put you back on track. How they are to show encouragement and support:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalala , i want to be changed. Hmmm, this week would be a happy week for me AMEN!Yay...&lt;br /&gt;Church camp next week.. Super fast man. SUPER. Pray that it'll be all goood and refreshing!&lt;br /&gt;I better be serious and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, i find it really really amazing when someone can look to a person and say 'This person is a man of substance. ' Ain't it awesome?!?! Like people can see what you are made of and come to a conclusion that hey, you're someone that I repect, that I honour...  That's what makes people moved. That's what make people want to become... to follow after. . Yup. It really felt  like a moment of awe kinda thing. That your actions and lifestyle can prove what you're made of. And when people can say that you're a man of substance, it really feels good cause people are blessed by you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea why am I so in awe.. but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a woman of substance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay man, this thurs would be driving again! Ugh $42. Sigh, all the $$$ gone!!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna shoppp toooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes yes yes yes yes money money money byee byeeeee :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-193309454398603177?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/193309454398603177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=193309454398603177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/193309454398603177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/193309454398603177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-whoa-its-june-alr-time-flies-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-6849052318403960211</id><published>2009-05-27T19:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T19:18:53.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay, i had my first day of driving today. I would say it's pretty cool driving. Btw im learning auto. Yes yes yes, not manual. Sad, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay im here to rant about my food rampage.&lt;br /&gt; It has gone out of control i tell you. Really. It is OUT OF CONTROL :(&lt;br /&gt;I really feel sooo fat now i can hardly move aroung.&lt;br /&gt;I had so much duck for dinner just now too :( Sad.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously ah, my life revolves around food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is so disppointing and uninspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. Now many pple ar fretting over the unis to go to. Seriously, Im still watiing for answers! Sigh&lt;br /&gt;This week is the mission trip over the weekend. Man, i don't have any idea how prepared I am, Seriously. This doesn't feel right :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(OH my goodness my arms are so big)&lt;br /&gt;Good-ness gracious me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am overweight. I think i look overweight too.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. :((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does Slim 10 still work?&lt;br /&gt;Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw the weather these days are getting more ridiculous. It is so hot that i even can sweat after bathing! My goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lead a sad and sweaty life. OH man, life is so bleak now. Boooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to runaway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-6849052318403960211?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/6849052318403960211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=6849052318403960211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/6849052318403960211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/6849052318403960211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2009/05/yay-i-had-my-first-day-of-driving-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-6741194597431767475</id><published>2009-05-25T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:44:03.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a looong day. Man, im tired. I need sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the unis will reply to be asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost myself completely now, no more the Cheryl i knew. Bah, sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalallalalaaaaaaaa.................................... okay this is not a very productive entry. Just feeling what i shouldn't be feeling at this point in time. We all have our worries and issues. oh my goodness, I better grow stronger out of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-6741194597431767475?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/6741194597431767475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=6741194597431767475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/6741194597431767475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/6741194597431767475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2009/05/bah.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-1963631723932043833</id><published>2009-05-25T11:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T11:45:51.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe im gonna start my driving soon! Yay! 'know everything has been hapening reall fast.&lt;br /&gt;You know it's already approaching end May.&lt;br /&gt;5 months of my holiday. Y'know, this is one of the longest holiday i've gotta trasure it. Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalal, Sigh, have i been difficult? Self centred? Selfish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, life's pretty much of the same thing and the same pple over and over again. Sigh. Well, i've only gotta look forward to what's ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, CG lesson yesterday was quite nice. Like enlightenment. The one who resist temptation is the one who knows the strength of it. Resist totally, not  halfway. Then he'll becme stronger. Yeah, this is so true. Well oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel i've been neglecting God. :( But i thank God that His love still remains foreer!&lt;br /&gt;I'm really stubborn and difficult sometimes. Sigh. God knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalallaaa. Im imaptient and insensitive. Tsk. I feel humans just have thousands and millions of things to feel about, to complain about, to hurt about, to get angry about yada yada......&lt;br /&gt;But it's all because of satisfying self. It's hard to be 100% selfless seriously. It's almost impossible i feel. Yknow everytime when i wake, i wanna feel good. I wanna feel grateful. I wanna seize the day like never before you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ir ealised independence consist of a lot of things. not just going out alone or just knowing how to be, it's being and embracing it 100%.&lt;br /&gt;It's true when they say give your all or nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Like how i want the unis now to give me a definite answer. It's a YES or NoO.&lt;br /&gt;Man, just a few more days! AAaaahhh.. i really want to know what's my direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have i comprimised my standards in life? Have i done things that i shouldn't?Have i neglected the important things in life? People NEED God. If people just rely on people, they'll go nowhere, because no one can be 100% selfless in an opinion, 100% knowing how you are feeling, 100% understanding what you're going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there are, one in a trillion perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's really this thing with darkness and light. Like pple dont really like doing things in light. i.e in the day, or where there is light. Light symbolises purity and truth, totally. Like being transparent about everything. Darkness on the other hand, is what pple prefer. I.e at night, in the dark blahblah.. Darkness. Don't you all find darkness is exciting, yes, but reflects uncertainty, deception, cheap thrills?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im talking funny yes, but just think of like, how darkness is enveloping the lives of many today. Seriously, i've now known. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalallala......... till here then. I need a tan and i need to lose weight. Goodness. Im turning into a Big Mac.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-1963631723932043833?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/1963631723932043833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=1963631723932043833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/1963631723932043833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/1963631723932043833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-4333030786120015773</id><published>2009-05-23T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T00:32:58.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man, I realised that the deadline for unis are nearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAHHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-4333030786120015773?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/4333030786120015773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=4333030786120015773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/4333030786120015773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/4333030786120015773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2009/05/man-i-realised-that-deadline-for-unis.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-4529090557317867082</id><published>2009-05-22T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T14:13:59.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I AM OFFICIALLY TIRED OF SPENDING MY TIME AT HOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aaaahh. Yah yah yah, and the house is so noisy, and warm yada yada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But getting out of the hosue means i have to walk under the really very dislikable hot sun. OH MY GOODNESS what's the point bathing seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ugh. I am an unhappy fat junkie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-4529090557317867082?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/4529090557317867082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=4529090557317867082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/4529090557317867082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/4529090557317867082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-officially-tired-of-spending-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-1385231985765209336</id><published>2009-05-22T01:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T01:13:50.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some things we don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;Some things we don't know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read in my friend's blog that if humans are allowed to feel so much, then each emotion is a gift. I totally agree. The ability to feel and to love, they are gifts. But on the other hand, abusing the gift would be totally wrong and unhealthy. I love gifts! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever ever questioned why we tell ourselves that we wouldn't do somethings but often ending up doing them? It is because of what we let ourselves be controlled by. Really. I always remember this part of a verse, "i beat my body and make it my slave". Yes. Impulsive provocative emotions or actions stirred up which causes us to fall, is bad. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, i haven't been reflecting and feeling myself for the past few months. Probably because i've lost myself you know. When will be the time when i learn to rise up and learn from my mistakes? To get out of my too comfy comfort zone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think about it actually, i realised no one can be fully right in an argument. Totally no one, not even the mediator. Bah, we are so flawed, but who says we can't avoid situations that make us flawed? In all sense yes we can. Yes we can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, im just totally confused and withdrawn altogether. My focus is wrong, my thinking is wrong, what's left is right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalala having one of my thought-full nights now. It has been a looong time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know, what parents warn about is always correct and good. It never harms us, it protects us. But you have to get to it to get hit hard in the head. I don't want to be those of the norm, i want to be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone understand?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-1385231985765209336?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/1385231985765209336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=1385231985765209336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/1385231985765209336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/1385231985765209336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-things-we-dont-know-why.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-3310535867618018501</id><published>2009-05-20T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T17:08:41.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im bored to tears now. Sigh.. So there's been a lot going on i guess. Actually no, just typing for the sake of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever realised how like, we don't mean what we say, we just say it cause we always do or we are used to saying things? Like, blogging for example, at least for me. Or... when we keep saying we're bored/tired/lazy/sleepy? that's how i feel anw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, i want to do smth. Waiting for pple isn't a very enjoyable experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so i've been saying how a big fat junkie i am&lt;br /&gt;I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw i realised i can't swim for nuts seriously. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalalala....... im bored. (i really am, not the routine thing i mentioned earlier)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALALAALALLALALAA.................................. Yogi's getting married this sat. Time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay im off now. I need to do up many many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a Personal Assistent, anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-3310535867618018501?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/3310535867618018501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=3310535867618018501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/3310535867618018501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/3310535867618018501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-8908672248102683212</id><published>2009-05-13T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T01:21:25.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy am i tired. First day at work as a telemarketer. Well, let's just say that being a telemarketer is not that easy. Man, i hope i don't get bored of it, i neeedd appointments!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, my life needs to get movinngg.. Im lazier by the second.&lt;br /&gt;Im glad that I've got money to spend, but it's depleting fast..&lt;br /&gt;Y'know sometimes people get distracted in life. Really. Life why am i bothering so much about money when what matters most is my mental/physical/spiritual health? I need to act out more. Sigh, God is still faithful Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's my mum's birthday! Yay. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;and ya it's a couple of other pple's birthdays as well. Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Are birthdays that significant? Yes, of course they are! It's like hello you were BORN into this earth on that day!  And every year you live here means smth. Birthdays are actually for pple to remember you i guess, to know that that someone is remembered. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;It actually means how significant we are in the lives of others, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM i significant?&lt;br /&gt;Pple remember it's 6th of nov yeah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalallallalalaaaa, i never imagined myself to get into an argument, be it one-sided or not,that often in a short period of time. It's kinda weird, right insecure? Bah oh well, I should just grow up and make things right. I need God, really i do.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's may already and look at my face, appalled appalled appalled. Time time time time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, my face condition is getting worst... terrible. My shape is getting worst..terrible. My eyesight is getting worst...terrible.&lt;br /&gt;Signs of ageing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my.&lt;br /&gt;seirously im so dissapointed with my eyesight. I actually need glasses. AAAHHH! I rebuke it! AAAHHH!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so me in glasses will be hitler without a moustache. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahlalalallaa.......&lt;br /&gt;i miss you, you, you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cheryl deosn't like responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;2. Cheryl deoesn't like stress.&lt;br /&gt;3. Cheryl gets stress when she is given responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;4. Cheryl whines and moans in her stressful state&lt;br /&gt;5. Cheryl does not get things done.&lt;br /&gt;6. Cheryl feels like running away&lt;br /&gt;7. Cheryl ran away........................... in her mind&lt;br /&gt;8. Cheryl does it last minute&lt;br /&gt;9. Cheryl feels lousy about herself&lt;br /&gt;10.Cheryl gets emo&lt;br /&gt;11. Cheryl gets stress&lt;br /&gt;13. Cheryl whines and moans in her stressful state&lt;br /&gt;14. Cheryl still gets more responsibilities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAHH and it never ends. Cheryl doesn't intend to change, TO just asked her mind to change, but not her heart. Terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRANSFORMATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME TO ME......!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's just that easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Cheryl whines and moans again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-8908672248102683212?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/8908672248102683212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=8908672248102683212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/8908672248102683212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/8908672248102683212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-5027551602731691234</id><published>2009-05-04T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:09:10.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Havng a jobless life ain't boring, it's what you do with your time. Clearly, a sloth like me would feel much of a sloth still. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys i finally jogged again today. I feel refreshed! but hello i wonder when will i jog again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no more interest in like blogging really, nothing much I've been filling my life with one thing subcounsiously and i it kinda freaks me out. Terrible. You know guys suffer from menopause too, and i mean guys like young guys. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you don't know why you do things this way, why you feel this way, why you act this way, but you'll be clear later on.... I've no inspriration. aaahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DDDDDDDRRRIIIIIVVVVVIIINNNNNGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!1&lt;br /&gt;KKIIIIILLLLLLLLLLLLLL MMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like zac efron. awesome haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been catching a lot of movies lately. Terrible. Haven't caught x men yet, so yeah, i'll be watching it. mmm.. and my remaining pay this friday! YAY IT BETTER COME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last of all, the thing I keep forgetting,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what should i do for my mum!!!&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-5027551602731691234?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/5027551602731691234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=5027551602731691234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/5027551602731691234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/5027551602731691234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2009/05/hi-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-704664024984111936</id><published>2009-05-01T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T01:01:35.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh goodness my stomach feels empty. Okay it FEELS empty but beneath it is like, fats. okay okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe i'm still talking like when im going on 19 this year. Seriously, this is my last year as a TEENAGER. Guys, i've been always ranting and complaining and whining about everythign&lt;br /&gt;My age, my life, myteenage years, my weaknesses balhblah, i never get bored of it.&lt;br /&gt;It amazes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I must try to get bored of things, really, like for these kinda things.&lt;br /&gt;Anw, i've been bombarded with irregular mood swings and attacks my goodness, scary. Lallala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw i spent a lot of money today.&lt;br /&gt;Organic cafe at Novena was great! GO TRY! Yeah man&lt;br /&gt;And this new shopping mall beside bugis street is amazing. it feels like im in the jetsons world, yeah.Cool, awesome. And 17 again really rocked. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so i'll get my remaining pay next week i hope i can save just a bit. Really.&lt;br /&gt;And i've been losing focus lately. It's already may. My goodness if i go on like that it'll be Christmas tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Some things im still struggling with. Im always struggling with myself. It's been the case since i was like........... ten? -________-&lt;br /&gt;Some things never change.&lt;br /&gt;And my posts, goodness, they're like almost the same everytime. WHY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh really i need to get bored of things. Really. Im such a freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, it's the looong weekend so yeah, happy labour day pple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO get a job? TO learn my driving? TO pierce my ears? TO change myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LIKE YOU MEAN IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-704664024984111936?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/704664024984111936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=704664024984111936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/704664024984111936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/704664024984111936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-1944825775418159858</id><published>2009-04-23T13:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T13:11:02.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One month later...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;I'm back with a new fat image. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay many many things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I went for my smu interview&lt;br /&gt;2. I didn't go for my advanced theory test&lt;br /&gt;3. I didn't go for the ntu interview&lt;br /&gt;4. I am out of job&lt;br /&gt;5. I look bigger&lt;br /&gt;6. I made decision which i find really lame&lt;br /&gt;7. I got my FIRST PAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;8. I have spent most of my pay&lt;br /&gt;9. I'm nearly broke&lt;br /&gt;10. I've gotta rush deadlines&lt;br /&gt;11. I can be so unreliable sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Well, im not at home just relaxing. The sun's burning i tell you. too much time spent at work with the air con and all and bam, global warming at it's max. Man. Okay it's almost to the end of April. Seriously. Life just goes on and on and on.....&lt;br /&gt;Most of my classmates have gone into army. hohohoho, hope they pull through ya&lt;br /&gt;And i haven't been catching up with my friends&lt;br /&gt;lately i seem to be detached from everyone besides my colleauges&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, i want to be fit&lt;br /&gt;I tell you again, i am envious.&lt;br /&gt;AAAHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, catch ya later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-1944825775418159858?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/1944825775418159858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=1944825775418159858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/1944825775418159858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/1944825775418159858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-month-later.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-3650988926967629496</id><published>2009-03-30T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T00:09:40.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness i've not been blogging for sooo long huh.&lt;br /&gt;Well, as you know, of course, i've already received my results.&lt;br /&gt;I've already started working.&lt;br /&gt;I've already applied for nus and ntu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, i really am confused at this point. Well, i hope i have made the correct decision.Oh well. I can't stand selling myself as a product to get into smth. All this competition with the world. Why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalala. Bah, March is almost coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;Guys, three months since the start of 2009. What happened to my vision? Well, these three months have passed by very fast. Quite a number of things happened these three months. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, some things are just so uncertain. Some pple say this, others say that. Really, I don't wanna feel condemned and all. I just want to do what's right. But wanting and actually doing it is two different things. I wonder what will happen next.&lt;br /&gt;It's more than just to love, to hold on, to accept. It is how the truth is being handled.&lt;br /&gt;Bah.&lt;br /&gt;Time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is faithful, always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i've got work tmr, Shall blog mroe often. Btw, i love my colleugues! Nice friendly pple. Yay. Thank God for people :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll draw close.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-3650988926967629496?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/3650988926967629496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=3650988926967629496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/3650988926967629496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/3650988926967629496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-goodness-ive-not-been-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-2758305818115607298</id><published>2009-03-04T12:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T12:29:03.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it's been quite some time since i last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;I guess all of you guys have experienced what it's like to be bored to TEARS. Yes, i was ultra bored yesterday. Seriously, adding in the gloomy weather and being alone with my maid oh my i was indeed beyond bored-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, today felt good. :) At least my mum's off hahaha. Anw, i've been watching this show, talking about the lives of this couple and their 8 kids. The kids are SO SO adorable i  tell you. They have 2 six year olds and 6 three year olds. Coolness right?&lt;br /&gt;And western kids really learn fast. Like they know what they're speaking at the age of two. I don't think my bro knew what he was saying at two&lt;br /&gt;Bah, having kids rock man. I wonder how every mother have to go through the pain, like again and again, and they don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;Guess this is what you call the JOY of having kids huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalala. Life is so precious. Imagine if you were not born, where would you be? seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I remember when i was younger, i have eerie thoughts of these things.Like i'll be living in darkness, not myself, Cheryl Wong. Or maybe an ant? AN animal? A tiger?  Or what if I have lived in Jesus's time? Or during WWII? Man, things would be completely utterly different. And scary in a sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I must make use of my time. You know TWO MONTHS HAVE PASSED ALREADY. Im going bonkers like hello how the heck can time pass by so fast without school?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's it.. Bahh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't drived yet or pierced my ears yet. I think Im suffering from fear. Fear, or lack of strength to initiate new things in life. AAAHHH.. Okay new things as in things i've never done brfore like the two things mentioned. Eh i think im a granny inside. I don't mind the mundane-ness of life sometimes. And im used to it. What's wrong with me? Totally BORING hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalallalala........ Im going out to breathe some fresh air later! and im looking forward to work next week like FINALLY. I get income. And it's smth NEW.&lt;br /&gt;I think i need a lot of force to get me started. Like i don't like to make decisions. I prefer things planned out, meaning that i don't have a choice but to follow that planned thing.&lt;br /&gt;But before that can happen, i need to decide whether i want to do that or not.&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get nothing done unless severely pushed or decide under pressure/ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my im such a lousy freak.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i suffer from low self esteem hahhaa..&lt;br /&gt;Okay this is serious not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im rambling... LALALLALALA...&lt;br /&gt;Im off for lunch!&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, i miss ny, and netball :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-2758305818115607298?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/2758305818115607298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=2758305818115607298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/2758305818115607298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/2758305818115607298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-all-yes-its-been-quite-some-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-1679314625552937132</id><published>2009-02-24T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T00:46:47.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i relaly felt like, extremely bored.&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Like i have nothing to do, no aim balh.&lt;br /&gt;You know i realised that if you don't take things seriously, you'll go nowhere. Nothing would seem to be accomplished or acheived. Bah. But i still like things chilled you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya the pain. So now i've gotta sort out my life.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. I've got such a big mouth. My words amount to nothing, so maybe i should be mute after all. Lalalalalalaaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, met hj and ade today for swensens.&lt;br /&gt;My goodness the most sinful thing ever. seriously, im evolving to some... green thing.&lt;br /&gt;Bah.. And money money money... I bought sixty bucks worth of stuff(mum's money) just like that. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im bloated still. Btw, a cockroach just like crawled on my feet just now. Totally disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay im done blogging. Just gotta get a grip and slap myself. It's the last week of feb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-1679314625552937132?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/1679314625552937132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=1679314625552937132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/1679314625552937132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/1679314625552937132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2009/02/yo.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-3205609924952341742</id><published>2009-02-17T15:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T15:41:49.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;I'm reminiscing over the past. Yeah, like suddenly, no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;Like how my life has been, how people have came, how people have gone.. How I'm still almost the same, how I've been a jerk sometimes, how I've been so crazy sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, looks like I'm on emo mode sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, we always say how when we grow up things will fade and stuff, but the truth is, everything remains. Like whatever emotions, pain, happy moments, despair and all, yeah, it remains, just whether we dig it out of our system.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. And I just feel so weird-ed out.&lt;br /&gt;Time really flies.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go back in time sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Like if we can keep re-living that moment of time, what would it be like today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've got a problem with giving, or feeling. Yeah, kinda bizarre. Bah, sometimes we question why, we ask 'what if', we regret, we feel sad, we try to get over things, or we thought we have, bah, life has so much to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, maybe emotions just got the better of me sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all, live with no regrets, with a sound mind. Lalallalala........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-3205609924952341742?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/3205609924952341742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=3205609924952341742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/3205609924952341742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/3205609924952341742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-522819780221774112</id><published>2009-02-10T13:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T13:32:17.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GREETINGS FROM MARS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello my lovely friends. I know I've been missing and you miss me.&lt;br /&gt;Bleah. What on earth have I been doing? BUMMING AROUND? Really sinful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, i've been spamming chocolates lately and boy, i really do feel the pinch, like whoa, the formation of new unwanted skin. Man. Anw, i think it helps boost your immune system, like ti helps you release your toxic faster. Either that or the yakult I've been drinking Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i was so happy with myself that i FINALLY attempted baking on friday! Cool! I'll do more of that soon. This weel, i have quite some stuff to prepare for church so thank God I actually have smth constructive to do.&lt;br /&gt;Y'know, I don't like stress. And the way i term stress is anything that I have to be reponsible for. Hate it. That's why i love the feeling of doing nothing and just chilling. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sure I'll be getting distasteful stares and 'you're so dusgusting' kinda remarks but really, is this what I'm made of? Bah. Time flies i tell you. Time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how true when they say that it is what you do with your time that matters, not whether how much you've gotta do and all. When we're busy, we wanna be free. When we're free, we wanna be busy. When we don't have, we want it so badly. When we have it, we feel that we can live w'o it actually. When life gets hard, we wanna give up. When life is mundane but smooth, we get bored.&lt;br /&gt;Humans are so cool. We're more than just made up of feelings and emotions. We are so, uncontented, so competitive, so disatisfied.&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU SATISFIED WITH YOURSELF TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;Probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So well, I've gotta choose my course and blahblahblah. Why must i study?&lt;br /&gt;talking nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;But ya, why?&lt;br /&gt;I have way too much drive to do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. It gets on my nerves always, but it kinda satisfies me a lil.&lt;br /&gt;Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm off now. I gotta return my library book due today. And best, i haven't completed reading it yet. WOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-522819780221774112?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/522819780221774112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=522819780221774112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/522819780221774112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/522819780221774112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2009/02/greetings-from-mars.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-8857545454493034120</id><published>2009-01-24T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T00:29:33.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi guys I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChineseNew Year is like two days away. Ain't it fast? Hmm, i must prepare to answer questions like ' where do you wanna go' or ' what course do you intend to take'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, i know i've been saying this a lot of times, but yeah, people judge you based on your achievements and goals, cause that is the only thing they can use to gauge your character and all. Yes it's true, but totally unfair. Blah, maybe that's who I am.&lt;br /&gt;Bleah. Anyway, i read Purpose Driven Life. So interesting, like everyone is unique. No one will have the same DNA, or same combination of gifts and talents and all. And we are made for different jobs, different purposes, each uniquely planned out. And every experience we go through is to mould us to the person we are supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good reminder. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So well, everyone cheers! Got a couple of thigns coming up this cny. It doesn't feel like it anyway ugh. I always doesn't feel the way it should. Why?&lt;br /&gt;Im getting older? The world's spinning faster? Everything's kinda superficial.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, imagine if there were no festivals, no celebrations at all.... What would we humans become? Isolated? Individualisic? Anti-social?&lt;br /&gt;Probably.&lt;br /&gt;We'll kill each other in the long term .&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, embrace this cny!&lt;br /&gt;Don't harbour evil thoughts of secretly wanting to strangle the aunty who always starts the same cliche ask-for-the-sake-of-asking conversations that makes you bored, or the i-feel-so-awkward-i-wanna-get-out feeling when you're around with your relatives and all.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it's a time to be HAPPY! HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i've no idea why im typing like this.&lt;br /&gt;Probably just encouraging and being optimistic this Chiense New Year.&lt;br /&gt;Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw, I've been rolling around in the streets of town and haji lane this week. Caught INKHEART yesterday and i must say it is a GOOD movie. Really I didn't expect it to be that of a thriller. Cool. Loved it. Guys, you should catch it even though the poster looks kinda funny. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, whoa it's late. Im gonna sleep soon! Have a great happy well ahead!&lt;br /&gt;And hooray to the NS boys who came out! Happy enjoying 4 days of civilisation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-8857545454493034120?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/8857545454493034120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=8857545454493034120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/8857545454493034120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/8857545454493034120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2009/01/hi-guys-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-949409919649252400</id><published>2009-01-14T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T00:13:31.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello I'm alive and kicking still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeha, i've been going out, chilling, lazing ard, surfing the net and all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to ice skate today and i fell right on my butt! It's stilll painful. My goodness, i fell the wrong way man. So embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, acha spent a good 45 min to 1 hr choosing sandals OH MY GOODNESS that's totally insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, see my money is just flying out of my hands at the speed of 1200km/h. Im sad-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things to think and ponder about actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life, my friends, my relationships, life, work... blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so , i need determination. Hmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need money... Hmmmm... Hmmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a life... HMMM.. HMMM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i've no idea what the hmm.. hmm.. means)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my mind is blank now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want peace joy love hope&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-949409919649252400?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/949409919649252400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=949409919649252400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/949409919649252400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/949409919649252400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-im-alive-and-kicking-still-yeha.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-7655284082326677020</id><published>2009-01-06T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T01:11:58.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ooooh it still haven't totally sunk in yet that it's 2009 already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, Im not sure whether i started out the year right though, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I want this year to be different YEAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I miraculously got a job offer from my friend. Coolness or what. Haha, thank God for friends who remember sickening people like me. Yeah. It's some admin job at IRAS. Hmm, meanwhile i've no idea what to do still. The job offer's around March. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, my friends are enlisting into army soon... Oh man sad sad sad. They're gonna be bald(aaahh..)haha. Time really flies. JC life really flies. Two years pass by really fast, so yeah, make that a motivation that army will pass by as fast too..&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what emotional truma will they go through. Hmm, poor guys. I think people start questioning about life soon after A's. Like, yeah, no more studying, all independent, care-free... the life we always wanted when we were slogging our butts off at school. But come to think of it, life still goes on. It's just how we make best our time in wherever we are. So true. So I better make this time of my life count, and make it worth the living man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;Okay shut me up whenever isay i wanna achieve so many things but end up not being the case.&lt;br /&gt;I want my action to speak louder than my words man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-7655284082326677020?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/7655284082326677020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=7655284082326677020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/7655284082326677020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/7655284082326677020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2009/01/ooooh-it-still-havent-totally-sunk-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-1888113587062142816</id><published>2009-01-03T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T00:35:22.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the second day of the year.&lt;br /&gt;Cool. Okay past midnight again(ZZZZZ.....)&lt;br /&gt;I want this year to be different. To have meaning each day.. to really, impact my life..&lt;br /&gt;Many things are going to come my way. There will be unexpected seasons, good times, bad times, suffering... I don't know.. The future, really is unexpected. Especially for this year, where like, i need direction badly. Can you believe it? No school, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Not trying to make you envy me but, it's rather.... mundane, boring, meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better make use of this time wisely. Actions speaks louder than words. This better be my 'motto' this year. seriously, some things just have to stop. I need change. I need new things in my life.. yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so here's all i've got. I want to get things done, just for once please.. I've got this weird mentality towards certain things, i don't know.. Maybe this year, it's gonna be self discovery and pruning all over again. I want things to change, for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, three cheers to the new year !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-1888113587062142816?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/1888113587062142816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=1888113587062142816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/1888113587062142816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/1888113587062142816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-its-second-day-of-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-6046360026466245257</id><published>2009-01-02T00:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T01:45:02.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (although it is past midnight alr...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happened in 2008? Ya know I always have a problem recalling what happened throughout the year, so yeah, it's really bad and unforgiving of me. Well, 2008 has been a year, of struggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Struggles.&lt;br /&gt;obviously it has gotta do with my grades, ya and netball. Also, character wise, I was also struggling with myself, like how I attitude towards things totally sucked and how I always procrastinate.. just everything about me that's so so so wrong... Well,above all i still thank God for Hos faithfilness really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God never fails me. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;You know A level year is really a rough year. LIke I really have to realign and reposition myself, on how i look to God as, how I viewed my situation as.. everything. Like this time it was different cause i've always not been doing well, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continue to trust God with my A levels results AMEN! yay!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also i thank God for my class.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously a bunch of cool dudes man. Yeah. Thank God for them. Each and every single person who contributes to the dynamics of the class which makes us soooooooo awesome! Coolness. And yeah, the opportunity I had to invite them to UBER and the everyone skit individually.&lt;br /&gt;HOOORAAYYY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, thank God for friends and family. Yeah man. Seriously, i can't really think of what to type exactly you know. Ugh, I'm always this way. I can't remember. DUMB. Oh well, but i know that 2008 was a cool one. Ups and downs, ins and outs. Yeah man. It passed way too fast. WAYYY too fast. It flew by. All the experiences, all the pain, all the sorrow, all the love, all the joy... Yeah man. I'll remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Im gonna blog more later, now, i'll just go to sleep... Ha, so yeah, HAPPY NEW YEAR PEOPLE. 2008 is past. 2009 starts today.&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMBRACE CHANGE.&lt;br /&gt;LIVE WITHOUT REGRETS.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED DIRECTION&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-6046360026466245257?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/6046360026466245257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=6046360026466245257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/6046360026466245257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/6046360026466245257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-although-it-is-past.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-222970735617671152</id><published>2008-12-26T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T23:16:52.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CHRISTMAS ROCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hello everyone.  This year's Christmas may seem a bit too -.- and weird cause everything happened so fast, like hello December's gonna end and like, it's 2009 next wed!! It's totally crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the performance at Ah Boh's house was rather cool. Man, but the one at Lou's hosue, i went off, Ugh. HAHA. Hey but it actually was okay if they hadn't giggled. LOL. Oh well, this year's presents were kinda cute, loved them all! Thank you all for your lovely gifts! Btw, do you know that I fell sick? Like on Christmas NIGHT la that's totally horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was in bad for mroe than half the day today. What a total turn off. Not sure whether I'll be going for camp tmr, but i hope i can! Well, there's so much stuff going on and I don't know what to do. December's gonna be over, and well, A new year is about to unfold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My post sounds kinda warped, must be the headache kicking in.&lt;br /&gt;ugh, i want to be well tmr!!&lt;br /&gt;AAAHH. Should I take panadol? it's like, killing myself faster in the long run. Ugh. Okay, toodles I'm off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIVE LIFE TO THE FULLEST YEAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-222970735617671152?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/222970735617671152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=222970735617671152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/222970735617671152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/222970735617671152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-rocks.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-5168102438554492800</id><published>2008-12-21T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T01:05:06.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Greetings my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great day. What a great play.&lt;br /&gt;Ha, the everyone drama turned out well, and I'm really proud of the cast, even though i was sadly not in the pic. Ha! Okay, and I really am so grateful for those who turned up, really appreciate the time you all taken out for it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's now gonna be Christmas planning, Christmas shopping, Christmas frenzy to the max now. I still have no diea what to wear for Christmas, and I still got no idea what to get for some people. Oh man, this is harder than I thought. I think I've just got a lot lazier and slower as I grow older. Christmas Christmas Christmas...Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the future, I really don't know where I'd be. I've got loads to do and loads to think about. Firstly, driving. Secondly, job. Next, A level results. Then, Uni course. Lastly, UNI, or wherever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my.&lt;br /&gt;Okay let's not talk about the future, let's talk about the present.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was walking around Chinatown, boy, that place is really full of Chinese, and full of old people. It's kinda cool, and it's really an eye-opener. You see old men just sitting around admist the crowd.  You see stall owners enthusiastically promoting their products. You see store keepers working hard to earn a living. You see OLD men in skirts and heels(eewww..). You see families together(esp those with teenage kids,aw so heartwarming). You see grandparents disciplining their grandchildren(ya i can't stand how they beat them, sick). You see tourists roaming around the streets and munching on real good food. You see how the world consists of so many many people and problems, and how you're just a tiny tiny thing on this planet. I wanna go there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. I love being alone sometimes. it jsut goves you space to look around and think and feel. Yeah. Lalalallallala and you know when you shop for gifts, you see how small Singapore is cause there are so few places to go get the gifts. Man, I need money, I need a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any lobang?     &lt;br /&gt;Call me haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-5168102438554492800?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/5168102438554492800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=5168102438554492800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/5168102438554492800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/5168102438554492800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2008/12/greetings-my-friends-what-great-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-2742946274770496033</id><published>2008-12-18T00:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T01:00:19.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vR5ax1oOcxs/SUkvsO2sAxI/AAAAAAAAABc/c2HznQmzGDY/s1600-h/EVERYONE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280804475016839954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vR5ax1oOcxs/SUkvsO2sAxI/AAAAAAAAABc/c2HznQmzGDY/s320/EVERYONE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; EVERYONE DRAMA STARTS TMR!!! OOOHHH.. excited! stressed! aaahh! yeah man.&lt;br /&gt;TO all who's gonna come, I really hope and pray that this skit will speak into your hearts! Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha yeah man. Im excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, you take over, Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, rejoice! Yay! I'm Happy! Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-2742946274770496033?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/2742946274770496033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=2742946274770496033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/2742946274770496033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/2742946274770496033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2008/12/everyone-drama-starts-tmr-ooohhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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/_vR5ax1oOcxs/SUkvsO2sAxI/AAAAAAAAABc/c2HznQmzGDY/s72-c/EVERYONE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9601979.post-1055814442731499107</id><published>2008-12-16T13:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T13:59:43.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am such a bizarre fat thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously speaking, I get shaken or burdened by the slightest insignificant thing. This is so frustrating sometimes. Pleasing everyone and caring abotu everyone's feelings is like, oh my, totally impossible,get what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to move, i just like to sit there and watch the world go by. I'm so repetative I've no idea what to say. It's like, Cheryl you are so irritating. *smack in the face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm really excited, yet a lil scared and feeling awkward about the upcoming 'everyone' skit. It's gonna be great, yeah man, but still I feel kinda 'burdened' as usual. What the heck right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time really flies. My Christmas shopping is like... -.-&lt;br /&gt;I haven't wrapped anything yet.&lt;br /&gt;I've got more presents to give give give.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking whether my presents will cause people to despise me&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking how lame the Christmas slumber party may be if i was the one giving suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking how everything may turn out bad because of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think too much when I'm not doing anything about it yet.&lt;br /&gt;I'm suffering from the same problem time and again, it's kinda sickening.&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAHHHHH. My blog is all about ranting, lalalalala....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm growing older, People, like OLDER. Like 18.&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, i saw cyrene last night at tp. Goodness im so surprised to have seen her. Man, time really flies. I miss my sec school friends. I hope she's doing fine in wherever she is now!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so yeah, till then, i think I'll rant somemore tonight! Lalalala, for now, i need to go get ready for the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, it's like 2pm. Crap why on earth does my day start at 2 pm! Ugh, okay ciao people. And on a side note, do not eat breakfast and sleep for half an hour after that. You'll feel like puking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay till then, I love everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-1055814442731499107?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/1055814442731499107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=1055814442731499107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/1055814442731499107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/1055814442731499107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-such-bizarre-fat-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-5549184740050516243</id><published>2008-12-12T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:25:33.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, can i exclaim? The holidays are passing by really fast.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is like.. SOOO near it doesn't feel like it. Ugh, i hate this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been kinda busy(or trying to be busy) this dec. Btw, the hk trip was relaly good, and i really look forward to going there again with friends! Ya, it's a cool shopping place although i feel that the things there are kind of similar to that of S'pore for certain stuff, but yeah, overall, i loved it.&lt;br /&gt;Next there was youth camp. I left halfway because of prom (ugh that is -.-). Ya, and well, it was really cool cause everyone there was so young. The big oold foggy in the house yo. Ha. But overall, it was kinda cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO about prom.&lt;br /&gt;It was just, prom. Ya, i guessed i was too caught up with being vain and all, that I was  kinda grumpy and -.- Lol. Just prom. Just lalalala. Just, yeah. I am such a loser seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i tried to do Christmas shopping but i tell you, it's hard to find presents man. LIke this year, i totally have NO ideas. Pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WANT TIME TO FLYYYYYY... Ugh. I get relaly uptight and sick when i've gotta do stuff and there's a date due to it. I'm an escapist yeah, totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so today there was a sec school outing and boy oh boy was I so heart warmed (as usual) again. I don't know, but somehow I guess that I have been really MIA forever.. Im such a pig. Really, like i missed everyone! Aaawww, i miss being young, and just being...young. I realised how unethical uncultured uncaring i am, liek I don't keep in contact, or make the effort to.. Why? Me and my severely lame-mafying awkwardness and self cautiousness that ruins almost my entire life all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need CHANGE. Yes, this is currently my new 'vision'. Change.&lt;br /&gt;So many things to do now. I've no idea why Im packing myself.&lt;br /&gt;You know sometimes, life can be so meaningless without a vision, without a goal,but people tend to just ignore it cause they think that everyone's like that too, just wasting the day and waiting for smth to drop from the sky.. Break out of it! Man, i want to be different sometimes, who doesn't? Im ranting as usual. Yeah. Im thinking how will i end off my year? Life is short, really. I always say, yes i just love to talk nonsense. All this is driving me nuts, looks like I've gotta embrace change and never turn back at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I doing with my life?&lt;br /&gt;Have I lost it along the way?&lt;br /&gt;All the freedom, all the hidden responsibilities, all the feelings, all the experiences... what does it amount to?&lt;br /&gt;Hm, where the direction? Where should I go from here? Where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give, love, cherish. Live and give, your all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-5549184740050516243?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/5549184740050516243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=5549184740050516243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/5549184740050516243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/5549184740050516243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-3003313871132081723</id><published>2008-11-24T08:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T08:15:48.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im at Changi Airport now using the com hahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah the keypads are so comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Im going to HONG KONG! Yayy... Everything's happening so fast.. Chalet and now hong kong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'll be back in one piece, and i wanna buy many many many things.&lt;br /&gt;Ha i sound like a kid. Okay i have 1 min left before this thing shuts down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'd like to wish you guys a happy holiday and yeah, miss me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-3003313871132081723?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/3003313871132081723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=3003313871132081723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/3003313871132081723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/3003313871132081723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-people-im-at-changi-airport-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-7896307737621023027</id><published>2008-11-18T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T21:48:44.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A LEVELS IS OFFICIALLY OVER!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For everything that I've been through, i thank God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY. ugh, now i'll be busy with other things... zzzz, i just wanna chill out and watch the world go by.... Ah well, having class chalet tmr, hope everything will go smoothly! Yippeee.... Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-7896307737621023027?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/7896307737621023027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=7896307737621023027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/7896307737621023027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/7896307737621023027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2008/11/levels-is-officially-over-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-5660660522091462615</id><published>2008-10-30T14:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T14:25:14.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;It's 3 days left.&lt;br /&gt;A nightmare come true for most of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant.You know, I feel so intrigued and enlightened. I know, I've been repeating myself for like forever and ever, but yeah, everyone has a deep side, everyone has emotions, just whether we would like to see it or not. See humans are so intricate complex being, I'm truly amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how on earth am I gonna approach A's. I believe whatever we choose to do or not will affect whatever that's ahead, but you see, it's this uncertainty of the future that makes life so interesting, and at the same time intimidating. That feeling is so...... cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm awaiting till the end of A's, but the process of it all will be indeed a tiring and hard one., Oh well, as I've said, A level &lt;strong&gt;kills&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh well, it won't gloat over any one of us. Just three days more, i wonder how it'll feel like. I wonder what will happen. Ah take one day at a time, it's all gonna be over soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, ah, humans are cool creatures. I current;y have nth more to type. just ranting on and on w/o aim. It's 2.20 PM now. Time flies. I think this would be my pet phrase till im old and aged and wrinkled and all. Imagine how i'll look! Waha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone out there, find true joy in your BAD times and your GOOD times. It's the process, not the end result. Although Im having a growing rebellion spirit against the education system, I'm gonna find true joy in it, which i have only a few days left. Blah. Get over and done with it. So easy to say, so hard to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need structure. okay till then, I'll be alive after A's don't worry, i'll be back here in one piece. All the best people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-5660660522091462615?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/5660660522091462615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=5660660522091462615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/5660660522091462615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/5660660522091462615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-2792468632858114147</id><published>2008-10-19T23:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T23:40:41.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's exactly 2 weeks to A's. Well, I don't wanna moan or talk about my situation. I just feel that i haven't put in enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, God can turn the tide. I love being in church, I love weekends. To love again, to trust again, to encourage, and to be in awe. We tend to lose sight of God so easily, but God never lose sight of us, and is always chasing us. He &lt;strong&gt;chases&lt;/strong&gt; us. Keeps on chasing..... even when you don't turn to Him, and even when you're unfaithful, He chases...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel warmth, I feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... just two more weeks left, it's all or nothing right? Sometimes, i crumble inside when I see the expectations I have to meet, the mocking or humiliation if I fail, the serious consequences if everything doesn't turn out well.... Bleah, it's difficult to be realistic, and positive at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... but well, everything will go fine. I do not wanna be discouraged or pressed down, even if I am, I'm not destroyed or abandoned yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know, i was just thinking, what will others think. Like I always link by posts back to God, like how would others think? Well, i just have to say that everything&lt;strong&gt; is&lt;/strong&gt; about God if you think about it :) Ha, cool cool cool or what man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how the A levels will be, as a student, it's always about exams and it's just so mundane and boring.. bleah. I should STOP thinking about post A level activities. It's so hard to accept that we can do anything after A's. Others always say it when we're facing exams and all, it doesn't end. But if you think about it, we don't really feel anything after our exams. Maybe like at that point, a sense of euphoria envelop us and we become so so relieved, but after that, life goes back to normal. Nothing much of a change ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always think of reults day. Like how will i act, what would i do after i get my results eg Run home and slowly see my results, not look at my results till everyone's gone, keep it till Christmas? Waha. okay out of the scope alr.&lt;br /&gt;Bleah. Life's so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRESS ON YOU GUYS CAUSE AT THE END OF IT YOU'LL BE ALRIGHT AND IN ONE PIECE! A LEVELS NOT GONNA GLOAT OVER YOU AND DEMORALISE YOU!!!!&lt;br /&gt;IT'S A TEST OF YOUR FAITH AND TRUST IN WHO YOU BELIEVE IN. AND YOU WILL NOT FAIL THE TEST!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persevere. Trust that He will provide. Surrender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14 DAYS LEFT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-2792468632858114147?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/2792468632858114147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=2792468632858114147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/2792468632858114147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/2792468632858114147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-6091301589609693605</id><published>2008-10-14T00:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T00:33:19.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A LEVELS IS IN 25 DAYS TIME.&lt;br /&gt;WOW. WOW.&lt;br /&gt;I still remember how far A levels seemed at the begginning of the year, but near at the same time (??) Now, im left with days. DAYS. My days are few. FEW. I need a breakthrough. BREAKTHROUGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im thankful anyway, for my class and all. They're a great bunch and I'm really proud of them. So much talent and intelligence, at the same time a disproportionate amount of rowdiness and hardcore play. Geniuses man. Well, I don't know what to say, appraching two years of JC life has been a tough one. I struggle with myself, my weakness, my super obvious incapabilities.... This is one big hurdle now. A levels.&lt;br /&gt;I feel unprepared. I don't know what to say, what to do. My flesh is weak.&lt;br /&gt;I know you should slap me out of my senses cause A levels is SO near and ya I'm still here ranting.&lt;br /&gt;Probably I have something against change. Not against but just the tendacy to not accept change, and to accept what I am now.&lt;br /&gt;I talk too much. But my actions amount to nothing. I know i should SHUT UP. SHUT UP. SHUT UP. I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;It's like a gene. A talking gene. A complaining gene. A piggish gene.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, im talking about the same things all over again.&lt;br /&gt;O levels was history! Now it's A levels.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe im just guilty. Yeah. I need to pray that God will help me do my best. Sigh, A levels is such a BOULDER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing this song now 'Jesus I Surrender' . Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Consider Jesus. Yeah. Not just on the surface, but on the inside, deeper, deeper...&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be at peace. Nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleah, as an A level candidate, I now know why others who have taken A's want rapture to take place during A's. AAAAAHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the few days left till A's. I'm really, unsettled.&lt;br /&gt;bah, shut up Cheryl. Move on. You know as i type, i fear the judgement of what other people think of me. Like wa this girl siao ah A levels are like so near and you are unprepared you wanna mati ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need miracles too.&lt;br /&gt;And I know, that He is my miracle maker.&lt;br /&gt;He knows my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consider Jesus.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-6091301589609693605?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/6091301589609693605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=6091301589609693605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/6091301589609693605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/6091301589609693605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-1169709651588196932</id><published>2008-09-27T00:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T00:51:17.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, my previous post was indeed a bit heavy and solemn, oh well. Life's like this sometimes. Ya know, sometimes I really think I live in a cave. There's so much more to life than just my problems and troubles. Others too have their own fair share, and it's really sad how everyone of us is struggling on one way or another, to prove ourselves, to fight for our future, to force and beat ourselves to strive hard, to suffer silently the pain's that breaking us..... Humans are really so fragile, so emotional creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a welfare kinda person it seems ha, but to all those struggling and in pain, the world is with you, you're not alone! All this studying big hoohaa now and A levels is so tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAKE ME UP, im gonna have my A levels in like one months time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE MONTHS TIME!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;SO unbelievable. Unimaginable. Unthinkable.&lt;br /&gt;I really live in the cave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you know, sometimes i really do wonder how others cope when they have problems and don't have God to turn to, but to rely on their own strength and might to turn the tide around.. Well, God is with you even if you don't know it. This is so true. God has been so good and so cool to me. Sometimes i feel lost, i feel that He's not there, that I'm talking to air, but no, I know I'm not. Oh, thoguh A levels cannot be removed from my life at this point of time, I have a Hope that I can turn to. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, i need to think through and sort my thoughts. Being 18 is no joke. It's like a completely new phase of life after A's. Adulthood no? Life is so short. The friends i meet, i don't wanna lose them like that. I've lost so many in my pri and sec sch days.. it's not like we share a very deep brother brother you-die-i-die kinda relationship, but it's just their presence and just each of them that makes it different. oh, see, everyone IS special. (Aaawww....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really seriously don't have a proper flow of thought. it's all messed up and all, no order, no main topic or whatever... Oh my Cheryl A levels is just one month away!&lt;br /&gt;I feel so different for this A levels. I feel disgustingly sickly not very nervous about it. What's wrong? Ah, buck up man.&lt;br /&gt;Is it because I don't have a real aim and goal for this A's that's causing me to be like a leaf in the wind? Lol. It scares me how others seem so strong willed and determined to fight on...unlike me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha , I realised how I was such an insecure kid in the past. I always question whether I have grown during this period of my youth (It's gonna end like reall sooon), yeah, and how others think of me.... Problems problems problems... this goes back to my first point of my post. Problems. We don't bear them alone cause 6 over billion other people are also struggling, not matter how big or small the matter their going through now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it so intriging sometimes, like the fact that 6 over billion people are living on this planet earth, but i don't see them, only on television, like shows, news...(okay it sounds off my it's true) And how right now even as Im typing this post now someone might be facing a life and death situation now, someone may be attempting to commit suicide, a toddler may be abused right now, an old man struggling on the hospital bed right at this moment...... I know it sounds really bizarre and warped but don't you ever think about it? It feels quite scary but this thought have come across my mind a few times now and then.... Who are watching over these people?? The whole world every individual one of us??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How great You are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO guys, when you feel all burdened, tired, weary, pissed off, angry with yourself, irritated by your naggy unreasonable parents, struggling with your inner self, lost in your own world, heart-brokened........ Take a breather. Look out at the creation around you. And yeah, you'll feel at peace and secured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooohhhh.... so i have typed quite a post today. Wellos, I need to go off to sleep now, sleot really late last night. So till here. I had an amazing rollercoaster ride this week, how about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-1169709651588196932?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/1169709651588196932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=1169709651588196932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/1169709651588196932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/1169709651588196932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-people-yeah-my-previous-post-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-40806491398922884</id><published>2008-09-24T21:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T22:14:22.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO let's see what happened this week. Who cares if the prelims are over or not? Time flies and having pure fun is hard. I totally truly sincerely blahblah... had a rough week.&lt;br /&gt;ROUGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can describe it. Grades, A levels, university, future. I've no idea where I'm heading, I've no idea what i'm doing. I've no idea what next. It's like reality is giving me a tough time. It's having a jolly good time giving me headaches and heartaches, slapping me right smack on the face a thousand times, beating the life out of my soul........Emotions so deep, raw, all starting to surface, and life's not good, at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get it over and done with, though there's really small little things in life that makes me smile and feel a lil good of myself, nothing can compare to the brutality if what reality can bring. Im writing as if I know what I am writing but i think it doesn't even sound sensible.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm living a nightmare now.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why the feeling of unfairness keeps dawning upon me... It's so hard to really look myself in the eye and see all that's happening, to see how am I really doing, how am i salvaging what barely is left. Escaping is such an easy way out, like DUH, and i've a tendency to go blank and let the world go round. Sometimes, i think im not Cheryl. Like im somebody else in a horror film. (No idea what this means it just popped out of my mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to ramble all day long. That's how i release my emotions i guess.. ah, why bother socialising when im already at the end of the cliff? Why still invest on everything else except studying 24/7? Some pple say their screwed, but they aren't. They so aren't. I can't help but ramble. What's wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is harder than I thought. I know this is all serious and like major. My i' think i'll just probably suffocate in all this mess... ah, time flies. All that has happened, marks significance in this time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Identity crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEEEEEDD TO SPRINT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;No, i need to be lifted up, out of all this .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-40806491398922884?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/40806491398922884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=40806491398922884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/40806491398922884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/40806491398922884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-6294934732127436741</id><published>2008-09-10T14:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T14:44:50.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YO YO YO i'm not in the midst of prelims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know sometimes I wonder waht have I been doing all my past years.. seriously.. I made some super careless mistakes today aaahhh terrible.. It's weird how Im so not myself during papers, as in i feel different(because im subcousciously stressed and im not sure of my stuff),,, I don't wanna be looked down upon, or be seen as a failure.. Well, this is life and one of my challenges and boy don't know how to feel. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i know I've got hope. And Yeah, God's always there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO LESS THAT TWO MONTHS MORE GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-6294934732127436741?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/6294934732127436741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=6294934732127436741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/6294934732127436741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/6294934732127436741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2008/09/yo-yo-yo-im-not-in-midst-of-prelims.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-8179801577361274940</id><published>2008-09-02T00:38:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T01:09:01.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello people!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah this weekend has been great! Totally cause studying wasn't involved i guess. Don't follow me but yeah, UBEROCK went along pretty well, and I'm so glad my classmates came! Wahahaha.... it was quite funny, the whole thing haha.. And i was glad that everyone hung out quite well together.. Hmmmm, hopefully to see more coming down ya!!!!! More times at starbucks ya!&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was rather dark and gloomy in the service hall haha but anyway it was a great day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241094198949217074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vR5ax1oOcxs/SLwbZ8q6gzI/AAAAAAAAABE/uiCr7pew-Ko/s320/DSC02592-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; UBEROCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241093710303106370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vR5ax1oOcxs/SLwa9gUmlUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/F60mpLvsHlU/s320/DSC02604a.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The people with happy three friends behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241098769976315090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vR5ax1oOcxs/SLwfkBEszNI/AAAAAAAAABM/f3nno2ugWLY/s320/DSC02595+..JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thank you guys for coming! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha great Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;And for Sunday, i was at The Human Race supporting my friends. Yippee everyone was great! The fastest guy was like 32 min, like crazy. Oh well overall it was quite fun hanging out and all. And please do NOT walk from city to that parkway fish and co cause it's really HOT. Haha. And I was complaining all da way haha.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, great weekend, will it be great studying this week too? I really hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nth to blog about cause i feel quite tired and bored. Y;know it's so funny how eeryone blogs about the same thing haha and we have to read it over again but with different writing styles and all. Well well, oh but i feel this weekend was great, really.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, and i've been sleeping really late these days, kinda -.-&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, gotta wake up early tmr and complete my work! Oh my. Hahaaaaaa, see ya after prelims!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-8179801577361274940?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/8179801577361274940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=8179801577361274940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/8179801577361274940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/8179801577361274940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-people-yeah-this-weekend-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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/_vR5ax1oOcxs/SLwbZ8q6gzI/AAAAAAAAABE/uiCr7pew-Ko/s72-c/DSC02592-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9601979.post-1133032780757374002</id><published>2008-08-29T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T00:56:31.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The complexity of the human mind intrigues me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so awesome how we think, what thoughts we have, and how we actually function. We're all emotional creatures, we're all social creatures... but we feel uncertain of what people might think of us, and then result in superficiality and all. But it may be partial superficiality.... anyhow, maybe we are genuinely superficial sub-counsiously.. We are just sensitive. We all are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooh i just realised how little I have blogged like this year. A LEVELS IS IN TWO MONTHS TIME TWO MONTHS TWO MONTHS. Ya know at the pace im going any NORMAL human being will like be all flustered and skip their meals and do anything to study, maybe go crazy, but im like sound here. Im abnormal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAHHHHHH, hahah i feel SO EXCITED/SCARED for the uberock thing... i don't know... Just hope everything goes fine... Oh and thank God today's GP paper was not too bad but i have to admit it was kinda tough, but all the more, I thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draw close to Him, and He'll draw close to you. God is so awesome in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Such love like this, how can it be (: ( :(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save my generation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-1133032780757374002?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/1133032780757374002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=1133032780757374002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/1133032780757374002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/1133032780757374002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2008/08/complexity-of-human-mind-intrigues-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-4244054559882544511</id><published>2008-08-24T22:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T23:24:35.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vR5ax1oOcxs/SLF2TNaS1zI/AAAAAAAAAAk/FiXgymlYBt0/s1600-h/ROCK.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238097913998137138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vR5ax1oOcxs/SLF2TNaS1zI/AAAAAAAAAAk/FiXgymlYBt0/s320/ROCK.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: Saturday, 30th August 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time: 5pm (Don't be late!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Location: 1A Kim Keat Road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dresscode: Black AND White&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;RSVP: &lt;a href="mailto:lxuisa@hotmail.com"&gt;lxuisa@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; (It'll be great if you could reply this email &amp;amp; inform us if you're coming!) Afraid you'll be lonely?Well, bring your friends along! There'll be great fun, great food, great music &amp;amp; most importantly, great people! So come join us! 30th August. Saturday. 5pm @ 1A Kim Keat Road. For Directions: You may call Carol @ 97992551!See you there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So let the post do the talking, yeah, it'll be next Saturday, and I'm feeling quite excited about it somehow.. I don't really know what to expect, but hey God will be in our midst and that's all it matters(: Hope you guys can come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh yeah, today was a different sunday for me, it felt so warm and cosy, because I was with m relatives and family, and most importantly God. Yeah, went to the cemetry today, was raining cats and dogs, but thank God the rain got lighter. Yeah and we hung around Auntie Esther's house at Seletar, and boy i love the structure and design of the house.. Anyway, i was with Louisa and the uncles and dad to watch a repeat telecast of the men's volleyball match. BOY IT'S SO COOL. Like how they whack the ball at speeds more that 100 km/h (it was recorded and shown at the side) and the oppponents still managed to hit it back.. It was so exciting! Thrilling. And the men were like strong angry firerce men. Looking at the power of the spikes and all, you see those big men fall on the ground.. ah, volleyball is so nice to watch..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, having said that, I feel weird. I feel just how I felt during the O level period, this time just worst. I feel slack, like I'm stuck? I'm whining, moaning and all but it doesn't let me go anywhere. I have my GP paper this thurs and I feel my content and writing skills stagnant at mediocre level. I'm so ignorant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bleah, I shall not complain further. Well, all the best for this week, I need to focus. Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-4244054559882544511?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/4244054559882544511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=4244054559882544511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/4244054559882544511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/4244054559882544511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2008/08/date-saturday-30th-august-2008-time-5pm.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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/_vR5ax1oOcxs/SLF2TNaS1zI/AAAAAAAAAAk/FiXgymlYBt0/s72-c/ROCK.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9601979.post-2358047037691201946</id><published>2008-08-21T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T22:49:41.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People, I feel overwhelmed now. I feel joy, awe, love, shock.... I don't know. It's been amazing. God is so so so so so so awesome, so so so so so so so real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so speechless. God knows our hearts, He makes things happen. Today was a day where I learnt many things. Everyday is ordained by God, but today was special. I'm in this school and class for a reason, and now I hold on dearly to that. People, i tell you that really, i don't know how to describe this joy.. It's so heartwarming. I think this feeling will go on and on and on, i hope.... GOD IS SO GOOOD. HE IS SOOOO AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im still overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God surprised me today. With how people actually think, feel, and I can feel His presence, right in the very midst of my school, all our conversations. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is so real. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-2358047037691201946?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/2358047037691201946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=2358047037691201946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/2358047037691201946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/2358047037691201946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2008/08/people-i-feel-overwhelmed-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-7520531224958575171</id><published>2008-08-14T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T22:21:26.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting irritated really easily these days. Oh my bro says hello to ya all, he's beside me anyway, and he wants to type smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, I am Justin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's what he wants to say.&lt;br /&gt;im wasting time like forever. School's killing me, i've got a maths mick papers this coming sat. and tmr i have chem timed prac for paper 3. Look at my face now, it has lost it's colour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am annoyed printing a gazillion stuff from litespeed it's so environmentally unfriendly and my printer just wouldn't cooperate. Oh today we were suppose to reflect on our two years in NYJC. Well, it has been a place where I face my darkest and worst moments, and i except darker stormy weathers to come, but I know that I have a hope. Amen. Im getting really emotional these days it's quite scary.. Am i suffering from pre-A level truma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very weirdly these days. I can't explain. Oh well, can you believe i didn't get to go for dinner  out cause I have tuition. Agh this is my fifth lesson and I'm getting a bit bored. Ah, i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself sometimes ya know. I can't get anything right.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, moaning moaning moaning.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, learn to sing songs when you're feeling all mixed up and all uneasy. Sing unto the Lord. That's the remedy to a burdened heart. I can sing all day long.&lt;br /&gt;It's less than 3 months to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it my time to shine ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-7520531224958575171?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/7520531224958575171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=7520531224958575171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/7520531224958575171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/7520531224958575171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-8325570736366047368</id><published>2008-08-11T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T00:21:47.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, this is a new skin, i spent like an hour looking through the net, see i told you time flies.&lt;br /&gt;oh i didnt' get to go to Christina's birthday party today, oh well, my bro was somehow my representative i guess haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i still remmber how I was so appallingly lame last time, like how i cared so much of what people thought of me, as if every muscle I move will cause tongues to wag, dumb right.&lt;br /&gt;See adolesence can get so weird... Yeah, anyway, i think that my english is really horrible, I need to get back to basics, like hello in three months will be A levels!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, it's ruining me. Every major exams ruins everyone for just that period of time... Ah, it's scary how the A level results will determine my future. Ah, i MUST have FAITH. I must put on my best. BEST. BEST! I think I need to go for some military camp to get the motion going.. Well well, i know many people may think my house is like a military camp, but nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so tmr is a HOLIDAY! it's so funny how we are suppose to make use of every opportunity to study, like Singapore is so ready to groom up youths who would seize every opportunity to succeed in life. Ah, what's new, everyone wants growth and all, I'll just be a product of it someday.....or at least i hope. Oh let me just submit to what Singapore expects of me, this is your birthday present okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, was that sensible, cause half the time when typing posts I feel like people will go, ' what is she talking about? She thinks she very funny ah' LOL but ya that's what i think sometimes. So insecure right? Right? Right????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-8325570736366047368?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/8325570736366047368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=8325570736366047368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/8325570736366047368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/8325570736366047368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello-this-is-new-skin-i-spent-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-7499657602305698385</id><published>2008-08-09T16:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T17:12:02.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY 43rd BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and well, im supposed to be studying like crazy. Define crazy. Ha i feel like a twerp but i dind't know so mayn ple in my class have blogs. Okay ya like hello this is the modern times and people can do whatever they want and people can have blogs you know... Ya i know but im just a bit surprised. Cause like the way you see them in school, and the way you see them through blogs, is totally different. Oh this is so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youths are emotional beings i must say, actually everyone is, just that we don't really show it publicly like everyday haha. Okay im a person who gets excited or surprised or whatever by the slightest news or change, but i can't help it... Haha&lt;br /&gt;The thing is that we don't really view each other as emotional beings, but rather,  like someone who's there that can make you day.. smth along that line get what I mean.. or maybe that's just how I feel now. Love, school, family, friends... we all have problems in these areas and we find substitutes to all these.. Ah, i want to grow up, not that growing up means the complete elimination of all these probs in my life but being a youth can be really tiring... It was just a sudden thought though, no hidden meaning or whatsoever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no specific content in this post. Like my mind just wanders all about.. this is just like the crap i get towards my school work. Man, i must find what i can do to overcome... Blah, being in school for like forever is so restricting and suffocating...  I don't like problems at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A LEVELS IN EIGHTY DAYS TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-7499657602305698385?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/7499657602305698385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=7499657602305698385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/7499657602305698385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/7499657602305698385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-43rd-birthday-singapore-yeah-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-1327324533923395685</id><published>2008-07-15T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T23:24:10.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM OFFICIALLY DOOMED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not there's still hope but it's all up to me now. Im so sick of being so so so so so so so so so forgetful and so (x100) careless and so (x1000) slow in my life man. But it mostly applies to my studies... Really Im good at nothing at all. It's so demoralising and I feel -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna disappoint anyone and most of all myself, Im sick of everything.&lt;br /&gt;I do things so slowly i think I need more time than ever. When I get home Im productivity zero and ughhh... Im just grumpy and irritated and frustrated and sad and irritated and grumpy and frustrated...................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY ON EARTH DO I HAVE A BLOG?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm angry..... now I'm okay.. I think im suffering from mood swings. I've no idea but it amazes me how I say the same thing over and over again and don't get tired of it! It's frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to complete so many things. Have you ever felt guilty about smth, and really wanna redo the mistake made, but when there's the opportunity to do so, you don't feel like troubling yourself to do it?&lt;br /&gt;That is the EVIL one. Aaaaahhhh ya so i have to complete my chem tmr. No matter what. yeah so see ya I've gotta go do my work.... oh man work never ends. Why are some people so hardworking? What are they thinking? what's their goal? to outsmart others? to prove to others? to not lose face? to expand their potential? to hurry on to get out of this mundane school (drool) routine to get to uni? to build their future? to what? Blah blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im really really -___________________________________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-1327324533923395685?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/1327324533923395685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=1327324533923395685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/1327324533923395685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/1327324533923395685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-officially-doomed.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-601904664197933031</id><published>2008-06-03T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T00:25:00.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somebody wake me up from my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I really got loads of problems but by thinking that they're trivial and not worth my attention is so wrong. Hello! My dumb dumb dumb SGC is so BARE i tell you no one would even want to look at it when they hire me. Seriously, i got NOTHING. Like whatever how can they judge us based on what we do in school. Okay they can but hello those who are quiet and introverts at sch will have nothing dude. Nothing! That's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya we have to write three events that showcase our qualities and what not, and the worst part of it is that we have to write it out ourselves. That, in its purest form, is lame. Im so bad. But ya, because I'm not getting it right and getting it the way it should be is why Im moaning and lamenting. That's so human.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, Im getting all konked out by staring at this com for more than 2 hrs now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised im easily nervous and 'stressed' in a sense that i worry for a moment like crazy for a while, and then try to shove it aside. And then worry and start suffering from panic attacks when the deadline draws near. Ah, I'm just too used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i have school tmr.&lt;br /&gt;..................................................................&lt;br /&gt;WHAT A DREAD PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;I love staying at home, although i have absolutely zero productivity.&lt;br /&gt;My family have gone to Australia. Sogooood.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going for church camp though next week.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how Im gonna pull the rest of the year, but don't worry, I'll be in one piece at the end of it, despite the fact that the razor sharp teeth of the A's are just about to draw nearer and nearer..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like im such a goner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on the other hand, I feel contented with some things though, and fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah.&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA STAY AT HOME OR AT LEAST DON'T LOOK LIKE IM HAVING FUN CAUSE THE MIDYEARS ARE LIKE IN THREE WEEKS TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why on earth are there so many things going on during the June holidays?&lt;br /&gt;Ya i wonder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-601904664197933031?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/601904664197933031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=601904664197933031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/601904664197933031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/601904664197933031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2008/06/somebody-wake-me-up-from-my-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-3750153055086479975</id><published>2008-04-27T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T23:42:46.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tmr's match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Everything's gonna be alright cause I've got Jesus with me(:&lt;br /&gt;Girls, we all will be able to fight on. Do not give up will the last whistle. It's a team game. A team game, not an individual's game. Im gonna be so proud of this netball team! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all the love and laughters. We all have each other and we came together not by chance, yeah, and we must make the best out of this. FIGHT ON GIRLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD is backing us up!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for tmr's match. Your mercy and grace is sufficient for us.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel warmed.&lt;br /&gt;Yay let's have a gooooood sleep!&lt;br /&gt;Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-3750153055086479975?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/3750153055086479975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=3750153055086479975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/3750153055086479975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/3750153055086479975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2008/04/tmrs-match.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-3842297485025498632</id><published>2008-04-26T01:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T01:42:37.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im tired. Bored. Disillusioned. Aimless.&lt;br /&gt;Humans are so fragile, so weak.. we all feel the same, and I'm glad like other people struggle with things I struggle in life as well. Hmm, Have I grown throughout the years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had A div first game today.&lt;br /&gt;We're one team. ONE TEAM. We can do it, it's the mentality that really is preventing us from moving, for some of us, not all. I don't wanna let down the team, this team is great! LIke really awesome. So glad to have these lovely people around me. My problem is that I feel that I don't take effort in friendships. It's just the way I grew up? Oh that sounds so sad, but i just don't know how to put it though.&lt;br /&gt;I need to have my own stand, Im always like a lily in the open field.... just swaying where the wind blows.. It's qutie annoying after a while. Wellywello, It's the weekends! Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I use my own strengh to overcome my problems?&lt;br /&gt;What happened?&lt;br /&gt;Bleahs.&lt;br /&gt;I feel insecure penning down my feelings on computer now. It's so unsafe and vulnarable somehow lol&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, both my knees are like kinda weak now. It's always something which happens in the first quarter. Like BOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, it's so late. I need rest.&lt;br /&gt;toooooooodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-3842297485025498632?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/3842297485025498632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=3842297485025498632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/3842297485025498632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/3842297485025498632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2008/04/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-8326031075293467244</id><published>2008-03-30T18:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T18:53:29.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey there.&lt;br /&gt;Block test are over! Yeah, and I had quiet a boring break... Lol. Oh well, thank goodness the shopping made it a lil better. Ohh yeah results are coming out next week, I really hope for the best for my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to study hard. Why so competitive.. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really want to know what position am I in a friendship, like i get really confused at times though.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today's CG was pretty fun. Ha. And birsting balloons during Rangers really made me laugh my heart out.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i love weekends.&lt;br /&gt;Ha, i just realised I wanted to catch up on my tutorials but i didn't:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh UBER yesterday was great! Heehaa. You know the "Hunter Fire Earthquake" game really is a good way to bond and be crazy. Haha it's so intensifying cause no one wants too be like the odd one out, so it's crazy. Thank God that there were quite a number of new faces there! Woohooo, you know street evagalism is quite exciting. And ya while we were promoting our event, JingHan broke her slipper-.- Cotton on to the rescue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welly, I have to exercise patience and love. Sometimes we say it a thousand times but nothing is acheived.&lt;br /&gt;Who are we doing it for?&lt;br /&gt;Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;Who's clothes am I wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;:))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be able to have a happy week! Yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-8326031075293467244?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/8326031075293467244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=8326031075293467244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/8326031075293467244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/8326031075293467244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2008/03/hey-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-6150687119001089031</id><published>2008-03-05T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T21:42:32.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo yo yo yo yo yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven heard from me for awhile yeah?&lt;br /&gt;Tell you what, last last week was a major BOO for me. Man everything didn't turn out right right from the start of the week. Seriously, Monday Blues. But yeah, I'm so pleased this week. Like everything just went smoothly. Really, when you come before God first thing in the morning, things change. It can change your entire day and mood. How cool is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so well BLOCK TEST ARE LIKE LESS THAN TWO WEEKS AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;Principal said that they'll judge our results for this block test seriously. And what more, my tests for ALL my subjects are beyond imagination. Why am i not smart? I would like to think I am but the attitude doesn't match up at all. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple of times, i really wanted to just fly away to Australia. To live in a small cottage house and read a good book(Yeah, I said that since sec1, boy, i haven't read for 6 years, man!), to enjoy nature and the wind. Maybe I'll wear a pretty straw hat and a ncie casual dress to pose like the upper class women in the past. What a joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah. Well, the WHINER'S CARD Michelle gave me a couple of years back really does help. Like whenever I complain and people gets annoyed, I flash to them this card. Hahhaha it's really funny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, music is really close to the heart. It changes your mood and it inspires you to want to make such music(I Guess?)&lt;br /&gt;It just sooths our soul, make us happy, and want to sing along. Singing is such a great thing. Music's amazing. Whoa wow wee.&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalla, had netball today yeah. Miracles do happen. Heehaa. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya i wanna go NOVENA! Maybe I'll go with my mum tmr, cause i heard there's this addidas factory sale! Amd what more, nike dunks going at like $42! See me drool.... woohoo.. i only drool when it comes to food la. ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, now i have to AAAHHHHH.... It's like 9.40PM! OH my time FLIES!~ Is the clock ticking faster?OR is the world spinning faster? Or am I just a lil slower? Boooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, okay, love to type, love to go on and on and on, but for now, I have to stop here, catch more of me when you least expect! Waha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is all in the mind and your attitude. Yeah. Ciaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-6150687119001089031?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/6150687119001089031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=6150687119001089031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/6150687119001089031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/6150687119001089031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2008/03/yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-haven-heard-from-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-1411604640588736362</id><published>2008-01-25T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T23:06:12.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently, I want to break free from school. Man.&lt;br /&gt;Here goes. I had my tests. And boy, at the current rate I'm going, I know I'll be going nowhere. Y'know, I complain, and it doesn't seem to change. That's my problem.&lt;br /&gt;I have to study for phy and chem, catch up with lectures and tutorials, balance that with weekend frenzy and stuff... Man. And what more, I've neglected God, not putting Him first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, problems aside, today I met up with Louisa. Yummy coffeebean. Well, I think I take people for granted, and being totally unexpressive and unemotional on the surface can sometimes destroy things. My life, my attitude, myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's the compassion? Where's the love? Where's the vision?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensitivity. Call me mercury.&lt;br /&gt;The past, the present, all seem so similar. I can't let go some.. I feel I don't know how to share..&lt;br /&gt;Seventeen. Going on Eighteen. How should I act? Think?&lt;br /&gt;Looking at people. Simple as they are, it's just simpler. Why be so complicated when at the end of the day, it boils down to the cause of the problem: Myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accept things, change things.&lt;br /&gt;Through this we learn to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea what I was writing. It's just thoughts that make sense to me somehow.&lt;br /&gt;Okay sitting at this com table is making me warm. Eeew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to study.&lt;br /&gt;My life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-1411604640588736362?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/1411604640588736362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=1411604640588736362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/1411604640588736362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/1411604640588736362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2008/01/currently-i-want-to-break-free-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-2572294524688565137</id><published>2008-01-20T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T22:34:47.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a week!&lt;br /&gt;What a weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys. Ain't it goooood to see me blogging?! Wahaha.. Oh well, was just roaming ard the net after doing my econs online test. Blah. Need to get my butt mocing to study. But seriously, I want to rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Expo for the COA, i tell you kids are just SOOOOO cute! Well, it's quite unfair if we favour the really cute looking ones but don't notice the others.. I mean, kids are cute, beyond their appearance that is.&lt;br /&gt;The world is evil.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro has been watching CARTOON NETWORK for all his life, or maybe since last year. If you really carefully understand what is being shown, you will want to delete the channel. Oh my, every episode involves fighting and what not. Violence leh. And he's only five going on six. WHy can't everything just be like Barney and Friends? I think at this age, Barney's outdated. What's in? erm................. winx club? Or however you spell it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha sometimes I really wonder what my bro thinks. I haven't been spending much time with him, And the occassional "How was school?" is so shallow.&lt;br /&gt;That aside, my cravings now are chocolates. (Gasp!)&lt;br /&gt;And how nice I'm gonna take my height, and weight(double gasps!) like tmr, or tues. When reality sinks in..................................oh man it stinks! Waha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ow my bone just cracked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so let me see. I have to study for vectors and physics. Hooray, both are like beyond me. Boy oh boy. Have I told you that being in Year 2 is pretty much different? Man, it just feels different. Like, the 'A's' are here. Face it Cheryl, you're gonna be 18. Nooo! Im still 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the case, this year is gonna be a roller coaster ride. Now with the weekend over, i only look forward to the completion of all my tests, so at least i'll have my break. I plan to just sit back and watch some dvd's , and probably read some comics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the J2 life.&lt;br /&gt;Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll go against the norm at some point of time yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love a worry free stress free life. Always thinking f what else I have to do is so -.- cause there's nothing I can specify as finish.&lt;br /&gt;Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, get ready to say hello to Monday!&lt;br /&gt;:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-a man after God's heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-2572294524688565137?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/2572294524688565137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=2572294524688565137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/2572294524688565137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/2572294524688565137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-week-what-weekend-hey-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-4031185395278648402</id><published>2008-01-01T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T22:53:47.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 passed really fast. But school was the major part of it, so boring. Well, 2008 is filled with uncertainties and yeah, but God will pull me through. The A's are just so terrifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I haven't gone to Litespeed(My school's website for students) for ages and oh my, It's scaring me. I haven't completed my hol homework. J2's gonna be a really tough year (as they have mentioned in it). I'm starting to feel anxious. I must not be what I used to be in 2007. Oh man, I'm afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tomorrow marks the first day of slavery to school. It's gonna be a roller coaster ride for me this year. It'll be exciting, crazy, stressed, emo-ness, but above it all, I want it to be a fruitful year for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is with me, through it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys have a great new year! Let God take all of your heart. He gives us the best. (: Smile!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-4031185395278648402?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/4031185395278648402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=4031185395278648402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/4031185395278648402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/4031185395278648402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2008/01/hello-happy-new-year-2007-passed-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-6619311774019081940</id><published>2007-12-13T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T23:52:29.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been just like that. I wonder what I've been doing with my time.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so today, had Christmas prac with the rest. Man,  I'm terrible. NO wonder people wanna be perfect. Like perfect, close to it. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh Mad Jack's really good and price relatively cheap, You must go there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt no drive to do smth that will affect your future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt so sick of having busy schedules and responsibilities hurling up to you one at a time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt the sudden spur of anger, unfairness, and bites of reality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt that you mind is always in a total state of blank and numbness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, just some random emotions of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I'm gonnabe 18 next year is scary. What will I be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, till later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-6619311774019081940?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/6619311774019081940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=6619311774019081940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/6619311774019081940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/6619311774019081940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2007/12/hey-there-lifes-been-just-like-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-8505383001193065475</id><published>2007-11-06T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T01:24:00.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's everything? I scraped through Promos, still, I made it! Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;PW IS LIKE OFFICIALLY OVER!&lt;br /&gt;Oh my. All the pain and all the grumbling, all the fun all the ups all the downs. Yes. We can say it's over. Finally. OP was not too bad. Hip hip hooray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went sentosa today with the class. boy the sun was seriously in its full glory. My burnts were actually painful. Seldom does that happen. Well. it was a good time though. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerity? Are people sincere? What do people think?&lt;br /&gt;Friends?&lt;br /&gt;Foes?&lt;br /&gt;Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's complicated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-8505383001193065475?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/8505383001193065475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=8505383001193065475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/8505383001193065475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/8505383001193065475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2007/11/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-2446209982585543110</id><published>2007-09-16T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:35:36.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world's going round and round. I'm too caught up with all my problems. Exciting event coming up: Promos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whoa it's gonna be a major hoo haa... I should stop sitting around and start working yes yes,, But the bed is so alluring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's just say I'm still the same. How boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know. i feel mixed inside. Studying. Why! Ah movies are all fantasy, literally. Think about it. Was JC even the right choice for me? Oh my oh my oh my. Cheryl, just look forward. you see, a blog is so irritating cause whatever you type, people read and comment and make out what kinda person you are. Wakakaha. I can't hide. Oohhaahh. Crazed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Livin for the moment? I rather live for the future. As in, it's hard. Like I know i'll be enjoying myself after promos, but I'm not budging. Studying? It sounds so ancient to me. Im in His Grace, but I cannot take it for granted. Everything's stagnant, everything's going too fast, everything's not fun, everything's not right, everything's a moment. I've lost ten min writing this. Booo. I want to run and not be tired. Wait a sec, do i even run? Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im so insecure! AAHH . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to prove people wrong and prove myself to be not as what they think I am. But it's not about me, not about me. It's not of me, but Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the music fades, and all is stripped away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I simply come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Longing just to bring,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something's that of worth, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That will bless Your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll bring you more than a song, than a somg in itself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not what you have required, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You search much deeper within, through the way things appear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're loooking into my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm coming back to the heart of worship, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it's all about You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's all about You Jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im sorrry Lord for the thing's I;ve made it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when it's all about You...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's all about You Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suddenly thought of this song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup. I want to be moved. I want to be moved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love love love. Everybody love, everybody loves, everybody loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110492879982876178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="313" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vR5ax1oOcxs/RuweMqKK1hI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7vrgzwQC7u0/s320/collage8.jpg" width="309" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                 There's Bob and Short(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-2446209982585543110?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/2446209982585543110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=2446209982585543110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/2446209982585543110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/2446209982585543110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2007/09/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vR5ax1oOcxs/RuweMqKK1hI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7vrgzwQC7u0/s72-c/collage8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9601979.post-3740525834671527865</id><published>2007-07-16T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T23:18:36.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is one the worst days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been angry for practically the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, what's wrong! I can't stand being angy, I look ugly, as in, it's the ugly side of me. I just feel like rolling my eyes at everybody. I tell you if you were in my shoes today, you'll scream scream scream and be still angry. I was like talking to myself to vent my anger while walking to school! Oh man, I don't like being angry! I don't want to be irritable. I don't like that feeling. Hmmm.. I'll be so busy these few days. Yes, goin to have a study group with my friends. Oh finally I shall revise my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a total disppointment.&lt;br /&gt;A pig.&lt;br /&gt;An irritant.&lt;br /&gt;Annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalallaa sometimes I don't know what I say is really how I actually feel. Is this call being hypocritical? Sounds off but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda cycnical. Horrible. Why? I think it's what I've been through, or maybe I've watched too many drama seriels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's late. I gotta wake up early. There's listening compre tmr. I've gotta do PW. I've gotta do so many things. Crap, I sometimes hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait hate is too strong a word, but aah, whatever.&lt;-----Yeah it sounds totally like rude. oopps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to sort things out. Lalalalla..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or I'd be doomed, like seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-3740525834671527865?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/3740525834671527865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=3740525834671527865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/3740525834671527865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/3740525834671527865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-is-one-worst-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-5464953593586770199</id><published>2007-07-01T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T23:27:07.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I suppose to do on Youth Day? It's Youth Day leh. Suppose to be fun-filled, youthy, young... kinda activity. Im feeling nauseous now. Must be the honey stars. It's so cool how other nationalities type completely different letters from us.. Like french? Malay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, had a goood talk with Louisa! (: Hhahaa. Emo, life, technology, friends. Oh well, how I wish I had friends who I still can contact with when I leave school. It's such a blessing to have these kind of friends. It's all about chemisty right? Sad to say, I think I'm an odd person. My personality is just...... i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like being misunderstood. It's just how some people interpret the things you say which are meant to be totally harmless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, nowadays, I feel that what i have been saying recently is quite tactless, and brutally honest and eye rolling. Lol. Sigh, I feel so bad. I always don't go for outings. Hahahha like my clique outings this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SIXTEEN going on SEVENTEEN. What precious years, I'm getting older. What have I done to make this year a great one? I wonder how people actually think about life.. about their own goals.. dreams.. As a teenager, I find that we don't have anything to do and so find things to do. If there were no jobs, humans have totally nothing to do! So we'll all have free time! No everything will be disasterous, provided you live in the country side. In the farm.. so cool. I want to tracel! I find it so nice and cool.  Like there's so much out there than small sunny Singapore. I think about the different nationalities out there, we're all so different, but still humans. Weak and helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technology, development of a country. Why some countries are so poor? There are no proper medical facilities, no proper meals on the table, no proper houses. We can't feel what they are feeling cause of different circumstances and different upbringing from young. We are different. It's hard to imagine what it feels like w/0 technology and proper everything. I wonder why countries don't really help each other to advance. Selfish? Pride?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the world was just in unity, as one, it's like when you are asked where you are from, I am from : Earth. Haha get what I mean? If the whole planet is our country, so cool! We'll have a lot of friends, we'll have a lot of countries to go to, we'll all be united to protect our Earth instead of individual countries and whatever. What innocent thinking. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm full. I'm warm. It's late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I need a personal trainer too. Who's interested?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-5464953593586770199?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/5464953593586770199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=5464953593586770199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/5464953593586770199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/5464953593586770199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello-what-am-i-suppose-to-do-on-youth.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-543903073008281981</id><published>2007-06-22T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T15:03:41.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay I'm suppse to be studying but i was forced to sit in front of the com because my granny exploded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, exploded, nt a water bomb thing but a volcano eruption thing. Yeah. Haha. It's because of something I said. Fine, I admit it's somewhat my fault, but the things she said is so off point please. Oh well, anger is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blahs so I got to study la. Okay, I need to stody, i tok\ok a one and a half hr break Goodness. Sigh, Bye people, i need to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalallaallaa. All back to school and people and exams and grades. Why oh why do we need to compete with the world? I just wanna achieve my own goals. But hey I think I can't even do that. AAAHHH....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is blogging for? Boo. Y'know, I find it really surprising to know what other people say that is so unexpected of them of saying. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how my brain operates. And how thoughts just whiz pass in a few sec. Ever thought of it? Cool huh. Lalallalaa. I got nothing to say now.&lt;br /&gt;Just that my handphone is dead. No messages! LAlalalallalallalalalalaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like feeling awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeeeeeeeee byeeeeee.......................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-543903073008281981?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/543903073008281981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=543903073008281981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/543903073008281981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/543903073008281981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2007/06/okay-im-suppse-to-be-studying-but-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-7406918842726345314</id><published>2007-06-20T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T22:18:51.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey I'm here! Not dead yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's been ages since I've blogged. Now, I've got the MYE-is-like-a-few-days-away-but-i-don't-seem-to-bother-or-feel-guilty-not-studying kinda feeling, and the oh-my-MYE-is-in-a-few-days-away kinda feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, FEELINGS are so complicated. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I currently have been fine, maybe kinda EMO for sometime. Haha. No, actually, I'm immune to a lot of things. It's like my heart is hardened. Creepy. Oh well, my focus is to study now. Actually, I think I haven been studying since I stepped into Sec1 till now. Like seriously, I've been wasting time. All my posts are somewhat similar. No change in me! TERRIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOO!!!!!!!!!! I beg to differ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm more vocal now. (: Still lazy. i've got things to work out in life. Yes. Yesterday I had FCF dinner and campfire in POW WOW. Pretty cool. Michelle stayed over at my house. Seriously, I feel quite embarrassed sometimes about my room cause it's so small. My house is small. Okay i need to be contented with what I have. My 200 vision you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes, i need to reflect. I realised I'm the kind of person who avoids things, which is rather unhealthy. Y'know, sometimes I feel like giving up studying. I need to develop perseverance. Yeah. Y'know, whenever I type, I think. More than usual. Duh cause I don't seem to be using my brains half the time, probably of someone comes up to me with a maths qn will i then be somewhat awake from my dreamland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how I type and how I sound like in person, cause I'm not very good with words. btw as I am typing this, I am being electricuted by small bits and parts of this laptop. OucH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to compare, or being compared with (obviously to someone better haha).Yes, and I feel insecure when people around me actually evaluate my life. As in, it's inevietable. Yes, but it's quite shameful if you don't lead a life of standards and character (???) Yeah, maybe it's a push factor to spur me on to become a better person? Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I matured for these two months? HAHAHA.. OH MY I REALISED IT"S EXACTLY TWO MONTHS SINCE I'VE BLOGGED. What a coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it when sometimes I feel my parents are just plainly making me angry. Haha but actually their not cause it's clearly my fault. But when you're angry, you don't seem to clearly see the full picture. Subconsciously I know it's my fault but then again, I'm angry you see. Lol. What is good is that my anger lasts only a while, unless it's those kind of anger where I keep it in my heart, and one day explode. But my explosion is only.... a water bomb. HahahHAHa. Not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so philosophy now. Haha. OUCH electricuted! Yeah, people, do catch up with me here! I've got to go! Haha btw, do I sound matured in tone here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-lowers voice- Do i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUCH!!!! Open traps to electricute me. I'm off now. Toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, i need to end my post with some style, not the usual bye, so boring right. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-with style-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea what got into me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-7406918842726345314?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/7406918842726345314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=7406918842726345314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/7406918842726345314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/7406918842726345314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2007/06/hey-im-here-not-dead-yet-yes-its-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-8635875233089218889</id><published>2007-04-20T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T22:55:07.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a quick post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah the week's gone already. Friday. Satuday. Sunday. Oh it's Monday already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes yes, time flies. Oh netball.. Just had training. Well, I just hope for the best. I need more stamina, speed. And I'm gonna look like a dumpling cause I gotta wrap up my ankles and right knee. Better prevention then cure (: Lallalalala, PW. Oh it just spoils my day, Thank God Mr Lee didn't ask for it today. Phew. I've gotta think of a better idea than microwave oven. Am i that uncreative?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo hoo. There's a chinese word for boo hoo you know? How hip is that! (: I've got a lot of deadlines to meet. I know what to do, but I just don't do it. Is this the Z generation trend or smth? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts for today: We can't avoid opinions of others. It's unfair how people judge/think of us sometimes. It's just a natural instinct people will do it in one way or another. It's not judge, not in a bad way, but it's like being in the limelight in others for that period of time when we do certain things. Oh man, whatever you do, there'll still be opinions. So, just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BE YOURSELF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I wanna have a fruitful weekend! All the best to me! (: And you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-8635875233089218889?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/8635875233089218889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=8635875233089218889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/8635875233089218889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/8635875233089218889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-quick-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-8157418434692805467</id><published>2007-04-13T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T00:26:47.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi I'm using my dad's laptop now. Haha yes Ancient me like I've just discovered a laptop. It's so convenient! Yes! But who knows that there are now 2398094830952 m/s radiation attacking me right now. Ooohh, terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how's life for me? Well, I've been pretty busy wit work (last minute work) this week, but for yesterday and today, I feel so free! Unburdened nby work, and netball, and whatever not. Sigh, I've got this thing on my knee. I've no idea whether it's severe to be even called an injury. bo, it's just a shock? Sprain? Whatever you call it. Ah, I just don't like being burdened by injuries/discomfort. Oh my oh my. I really want to be normal again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And btw, I got anger problems you know? Nowadays my blood boil quite fast. Its like internally you can feel your blood rising to your blood rising to your head and yeah, you feel like bursting. Okay it happened only once, but hey, it's so unhealthy to begin with. Mornings aren't much of a help either. I'm back to my old ways. get that feeling? Disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i really disappointed? Ah sometimes words are just expressed as they are without much feeling with it. But I don't like living with anger cum irritatingness every morning. It's such a torture. It's like totally a mood spoiler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo. I sound like an emo teen huh? Must be the hair. (: Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey nobody's talking to me online at  this hour. BOO. I got a long day tmr and Im still not turning in. I've been having late nights these couple of weeks. Btw, i really live in an insect room man. My bed is so near the window! I feel like a frog or some slimy thing would just pop by while im sleeping and probably.... goo me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay finally there's someone talking to me. Haha, see, you don't have to take initiative sometimes (: Okay the lighting here isn't good for my already damaged vision. See ya guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't say this at all, but yeah, leave a tag! (:(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-8157418434692805467?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/8157418434692805467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=8157418434692805467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/8157418434692805467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/8157418434692805467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2007/04/hi-im-using-my-dads-laptop-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-7416259424779073152</id><published>2007-04-02T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T22:18:42.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now I'm on the net doing research for my ProjectWork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAHHHH!!!! I'm going nuts cause I've got no idea on how to start what to do how to do. Plus the heat here is just testing my patience. Ah, I'm a slacker. Workload piling up like mad! PLus I've got this uninteresting undesirable Project Work to do. I know it's just research. Even i thought that research was easy, but if you don't know what you have to do, it's crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh had netball today. Ah competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do humans have to compete? Ain't it beautiful if everyone were sweet and nice, and no one needs to compete for something they want? Competition. It's all about winning. Number one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morrie: What so bad about second?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah but reality check, competition is everywhere. Seems to me that I'm the only one in class too lazy to compete finishing my tutorials. I'm the lagg-iest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is coming down kinda hard. It's 2007. I'm still the same as before in 2006, still like lazy and unmotivated. Hey girl you're supose to be smarter and wiser! I think I need to get into military school. Haha. Imagine. Pumping. Commands. Discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah i better end here now. I realised I have this thing about not getting what I have/want to get. Like duh everyone has it. Blah, I always lose ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, i want a new phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-7416259424779073152?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/7416259424779073152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=7416259424779073152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/7416259424779073152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/7416259424779073152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2007/04/now-im-on-net-doing-research-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-3111632597375116375</id><published>2007-03-21T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T01:25:50.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! It's late and there's thunder. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies. March holidays are over! Most of it was spent on AJTC. Yes it turned me into a roasted pig, but hey, it was much better than JTC. Haha. Well, my life will be changed. Watch me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, so far everything's going well. Ct 0720 for first three months was, and is always rocking. Haha! Thank God for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now I've got like dry skin everywhere from the hot sun for four days straight. OH no, I look like an ageing woman, seriously. I need moisturiser! Be moisturised, water...water...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALl my post are pretty lame and meaningless, cause i've got no mood for it. Oh well, school tmr! Yay, I'll be one of the few w/o uniform. Haha, Actually I have my uniform, but I have to do smth to the skirt first. Aiya, troublesome. I should just wear Rangers uniform. Its kinda alike y'know. Hmm, I'm in NANYANG. Im HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm in 0713 and i know only my previous classmates and three girls. Wow, that is pathetic. Two year friendsghips, will they last?&lt;br /&gt;I"m the kind of person who doesn't really care and doesn't really mind anything. Things just come and go, I don't grab hold to it. It is good and bad in a way, but, I can't stand being like this. Im like &lt;strong&gt;dead.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAHHH, Its late. I need to wake up early cause I don't wanna walk to school, I want my DADDY TO THE RESCUE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night. Sweet dreams. Lights out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow IS a better day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-3111632597375116375?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/3111632597375116375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=3111632597375116375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/3111632597375116375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/3111632597375116375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello-its-late-and-theres-thunder.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-103751309172172223</id><published>2007-03-13T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T01:26:15.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes changed my blogskin like finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes today had netball trials. Well, Wanting and me bet that there'll be another trail again. Yes, we were so correct. There'll be the FINAL(hopefully) trial on wed. Perfect, i can't go. Man, sometimes i just wish to be FREE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, oh well. Its late now. I want to go and sleep. I need to do a lot of things tmr, like:&lt;br /&gt;-Buy my uniform&lt;br /&gt;-Collect my IC (I lost my wallet the other time you see)&lt;br /&gt;-Buy clothes&lt;br /&gt;-Pack my bag for camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a lot, but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, change of topic. I ate a lot of sugary stuff after netball. BOO. Did i tell you i couldn't breathe properly when i played? Oh boy i was panting like mad. I sound like a tired cow man. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, i don't like to envy people, but somehow, I just do. Why? Im not contented with what I have. Im repeating and repeating myself for the umpteenth time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm of a different frequency than most females. Read me if you can!Haha! Okay now, I need sleep. You think I should take some panadol? I think I'll take one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Envying is bad for thy soul and thy health.&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-103751309172172223?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/103751309172172223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=103751309172172223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/103751309172172223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/103751309172172223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2007/03/yes-changed-my-blogskin-like-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-2588760234908310664</id><published>2007-03-04T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T20:24:04.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes pretty late. Its the last day of the Lunar Chinese New Year. Okay, what's with the long long name..&lt;br /&gt;So CNY for me was kinda alright, but it was not really that a blast or something like that. Along that line.&lt;br /&gt;Yes and since CNY, boy, my appetite is getting larger. Crap how i wish i can have a guys metabolism for a day. I'll eat my favourite breads, maybe try ben's and jerry's,  sizzler, mac's hotcakes...... YUMMY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no ideas of what to blog, not focussing on what to blog.&lt;br /&gt;What's a blog then. Chay.&lt;br /&gt;Oooh i need to read widely. Im obly using less than 1% of my brain. I wanna be the next Albert Einstein. OUCH! Im so full that my stomach is physically hurt.I think its the intestines...  OOOHHH.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all about fats, weight and such. Women are so troublesome and irritating. AND MY BROTHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i wanna stop typing alr. See you around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its MARCH now. Too fast. Way too fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-2588760234908310664?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/2588760234908310664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=2588760234908310664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/2588760234908310664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/2588760234908310664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-7951405783445776702</id><published>2007-02-24T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T01:12:36.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IS IT ME OR IS IT CHINESE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man I'm suppose to do this chinese compo. Oh man I have totally not a single idea what to write about. How am I suppose to praise an insect and write about its greatness and whatever in 400-500 chinese words?!&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea. I've been delaying this compo for quite some time.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it me or is it chinese?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside this shell, its dead. Lifeless. That's how I feel .. BBOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so tired i could just sleep beside the garbage bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired....... Can't sleep, gotta do my compo, but eventually i won't do it cause its like 1.10AM and like i've gotta wake up early to do ..... PROJECT, YAY, I LOVE PROJECTS! OH MY OH MY THEY MAKE ME GO BONKERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Neglection over and over again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-7951405783445776702?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/7951405783445776702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=7951405783445776702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/7951405783445776702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/7951405783445776702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2007/02/is-it-me-or-is-it-chinese-oh-man-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-2822534119515599127</id><published>2007-02-09T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T17:28:36.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im standing here saying to all. We should be contented with what we have. Yes. Contentment. Many people often lack that. E.g : Cheryl Wong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, its always when there's competition, comparison, envy, that contentment fades away. Well, I am happy with what I have. Yipee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a serious problem with myself. Haha. a so yes, today was THE DAY.&lt;br /&gt;O LEVEL RESULTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it was on;y today that reality strucked me, that it was, after all, the O LEVEL results. Freaking out in the hall with my classmates. Yes, our batch didn't do well this year. Kinda sad though, all the hard work out in by the teachers and principal... I wonder how they feel. But i believe KCP will strive towards better results right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss kcp.&lt;br /&gt;Everything of it.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, im officially out of KCP, so weird.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, new things has to come, but i'll remember the 4 years spent in the school.. How memorable. I feel at a lost suddenly.Im getting older, am i getting wiser? Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food for thought: Are you matured enough to know that you are matured?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-2822534119515599127?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/2822534119515599127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=2822534119515599127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/2822534119515599127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/2822534119515599127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-88857995510174403</id><published>2007-01-28T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T17:28:36.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im feeling sick in the stomach now.&lt;br /&gt;I've been eating super fast and a lot so yeah, my bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh, School's tomorrow! Why on earth does weekends have to pass so fast? No worries, i still have about 7 hours more before monday comes. Ah i want a fanily day outing every sunday! I want to shop! Ah i want to grow taller too! Ah i want to eat less too! Ah i want to read regularly too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, so there's still GP project on IJIME. Go check it out on the net. Its about school bullying in Japan which has taken over the sound mentality of Japanese students.  Yes, they even commit suicide cause they feel living is painful. Goodness, its a problem still. Boy, the world is evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watches are cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I need to be deeper than this. My thoughts can be quite shallow. HAha.&lt;br /&gt;Ya, Im like having difficulty breathing you know. Its like something obstructing my air passages! Ugh. Seriously, must be all the SMOKE AND POSIONOUS FUMES I've breathed in due to the pollution by man of air. I HATE AIR POLLUTION!&lt;br /&gt;It totally destroys my mood at that moment okay. That means if i walk to school every morning, i'd breathe in filthy air by cars and thus, blacken my morning. BOOO to FUMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it. Technology kills. Get what i mean? They kill emotionally, physically and socially. BOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOO to SMOKE. Ah there's a lot of people smoking in Singapore you know. Yes but please, spare a thought for babies and the sick and the old and every breathing creature alive. Some smokers are totally inconsiderate. So are we suppose to thank you for the thrill of having smoke on our faces? I guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No personal attacks here. Ah im so tired. Guess i'll stop here. Six and a half hours more till monday. NO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-88857995510174403?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/88857995510174403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=88857995510174403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/88857995510174403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/88857995510174403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-feeling-sick-in-stomach-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-6280938388308084146</id><published>2007-01-23T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T19:07:39.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week pass so fast! I'm so sad! Its like so fast....&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be rushing with life, I want to take it slow. Ah but probably I've taken it a bit too slowly in my studies. Man i lost touvh. I feel so embarrassed in my class cause I feel dumb. Marks do matter. I thank God that I still am able to even come to nanyang and make it to science stream. I really think its a miracle! Seriuosly, my class guys are like hardworking. Everyone is kinda smart. Oh the pressure. Can you beleive if you plan to stay and your classmates and friends leave? Its like, hello? You all deserve a punch y'know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, so I've been wasting printer ink printing all the lecture notes. Talk about saving the trees and saving money. Ah I think i'll be staying in Nanyang if I can. (Yes im like pessimistic) Haha, okay cool down and don't think about anything cause I can't do anything now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya i went for the netball trial thingy, yes as you all can see, I've chosen netball, FOR THE TIME BEING.&lt;br /&gt;Im still at crossroads on whether I should take up netball or not. Okay, my goal this year is to be decisive and firm. Cheryl, cut the crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- Im struggling! Hmmm... can you believe there's gonna be tests next week! Is this how JC is suppose to start? Im still like in dreamland dreaming of nothing. Daydreaming. That's the worst thing you can do cause you are wasting time and not using your brain cells wisely. Im dying every minute. Haha. No lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to spend time wisely from now on. My goal you know.&lt;br /&gt;Eeeww Im like fat. I realised being thin/skinny/fit/just right is like so an advantage. As in you perspire less, you are able to run faster(cause you're lighter), you can fit into smaller clothes, you can eat a lot but no one will criticise you cause you're not fat. See...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes oh I need to have dinner now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect your elders. Yes, but they have to show that they are worth to respected right? Or is it just the way people change this rule?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-6280938388308084146?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/6280938388308084146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=6280938388308084146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/6280938388308084146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/6280938388308084146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-one-week-pass-so-fast-im-so-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-4233346720990694724</id><published>2007-01-17T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T20:51:19.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School. I have no idea why im blogging actually. Ain't I suppose to write the day's happenings in a journal? Hmmm.. whatever. (The word 'whatever' is a rude word, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so today I was happy and okay. Although I always have rough mornings, with how I am suppose to rush to go to school, and now having this period thing its like double rush for me. So, today was okay. Good? I've no idea how to describe today. Hmm, I should try using one word to describe my day everyday, sounds cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i ended up going for netball and like, its not really training. Its kinda fun playing netball, but where's the passion? Had PE earlier in the day. I've got to say, that I am so unfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought there's so much more to life than just school, home and bed? Everyday seems the same to me in one way or another, but see, there are so many things we can do. I got enlighted in GP today. Knowledge is so wide and cool. There are like so many things I do not know. Yeah, so people, read something everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey maybe i should write down something I have learnt for the day. That'll make me seize the day and not be in a complete daze in whatever I do. Even now when Im tyoing this. Three quarter for my brain is just stoned, one quarter is working now for this post. Some of it is used to hear how the people are singing in American Idol. Boy, its quite noisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have no idea how to describe my day. Let me see. ...let me see what has happened today.. Im bad at recalling stuff.. My class is getting along quite alright now, thank God for that! And I should learn that people I can talk to are the people I should approach. For the others, I'll try to fit in -.-&lt;br /&gt;Oh I just bathed and stuff and wasted time and hung around on the net. Its 2050. WWWWWHHHHHHHYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wished time could just hold, and that I can be still and think.&lt;br /&gt;Ah i better go do some revision. I need my whole brain to be working now. Half the time. only 1/5432132468255546 of my brain works when I do my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working Brain Donation to the CHERYL fund. Thanks. Drop by my house for donation, or leave it in the nearest dustbin you find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-4233346720990694724?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/4233346720990694724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=4233346720990694724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/4233346720990694724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/4233346720990694724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2007/01/school.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-4401211420540166197</id><published>2007-01-16T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T22:29:20.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mood is bad.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was a terrible kid. Seriously. Im so pissed with everything. Im so easily angered suddenly. Must be period. CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so Im being idiotic cause I"ve signed up for like a gazillion CCAs and in the end im like uncertain of which i should join cause of the crazy training they have. I HATE IT! I HATE TRAININGS&gt; WHY!! So that means i shouldn't go into any CCA right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUt htne again they say first 3 months is for J1's to try out what CCa they like. Can i just say i hate CCA's and I don't intend to join one? NO, cause your testimonial won't be that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THIS I DON'T HAVE A CHOICE AT ALL! I HATE MAKING DECISIONS! AAAHHHAARRGGHH!!! Im pissed. Cheryl is pissed. PiSsEd pIsSed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay relax cool down. Yes, I've gotta decide whether i should go for ODAC/badminton/netball tmr. I thought about it actually and my only choice left is netball&lt;br /&gt;Cause i heard ODAC trains like mad and its quite similar to Rangers in terms of outdoor activities and stuff. Badminton- I have to bring a racket! My racket is like lousy so that means over the months I have to buy a good racket to play, and that costs MONEY. NO.&lt;br /&gt;Netball- Its free and I've played it before. Hello, they train like amd. And Im not sure whether I should join the same CCA as in sec school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the morale of the story is, don't go for any tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have work to do and Im now on the computer. Tell me about it, JC MAKES ME MAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM SO HAVING PMS. You don't have to remind me. I really hope I'd be cheery and happy by tmr or else, I'd smack you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-4401211420540166197?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/4401211420540166197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=4401211420540166197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/4401211420540166197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/4401211420540166197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-mood-is-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-3699485079956803843</id><published>2007-01-11T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T18:15:55.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC life is one big boogy. Is JC that tough? Ah with only less than two years to A levels, and less than a year to chinese A levels. Whoa, no wonder Singapore's education is one of the top! Man, now I know why students in JC's all look so sporty and fit. Their PE is like.... runnung all the way, Are they training for the standard chartered race or smth? For sports cca, it's worst. Who knows for badminton, they actually run 8 rounds around the track? Oh man. And ODAC, 12 times up and down the school! And this and that. Boy, I can't take it! I hate trainings, Seriously. Although I sound like im in like 3242379854820 sports cca, no, but hey, so tough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAHHH, this is so depressing. I"ll just be cca-less. These days im like in emo mode, don't ask me why. Haha. Well, so how? What cca? Or would I just be cca-less? I can't stand the colour of how I look now. Its such a -.- colour. Haha. And i really feel like dying when i hear about how the various sports cca train. I really am one lazy big fat monster BOO BOO BOO! Im so depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one week already passed by. Double depressed. Oh no. Why!!!!!!!!!????!!! talking about living your life to the fullest, what is it actually? I want to fill my life with all sorts of adventurous stuff, but sadly, there's nth adventurous here. -.- I sound lame. Ah im in emo mode seriously. I"ll come back to you if I'm in a lighter mood. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lallalallaa. JC JC JC JC JC JC. IM SO OLD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-3699485079956803843?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/3699485079956803843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=3699485079956803843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/3699485079956803843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/3699485079956803843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-3622220540550720961</id><published>2007-01-08T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T23:33:01.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First official day of school. Pretty boring. There's nothing much. Oh and i was a lil late as well. : Great way to start school huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do miss KCP. I miss life there. I miss the canteen. I miss the teachers. I miss the laughter. I miss my lame class. Ahahhaaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So now with this new school, well, I just have to try to get used to it. Its quite hard to click with people sometimes. I've no idea how our friendship can last, don't you think so? Sometimes its just feels superficial.&lt;br /&gt;Ah just make the best out of everything right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I better sleep soon or i'll be late again! Im tired!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-3622220540550720961?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/3622220540550720961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=3622220540550720961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/3622220540550720961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/3622220540550720961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-6445398342590777778</id><published>2007-01-06T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T14:37:52.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a tiring day for me.&lt;br /&gt;I was so tired that I could actualy sleep on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think yesterday's orientation was rather good for me. Yeah. The games were somewhat better than the first day's one (definately), and when you participate, you'll feel the fun. YAY! It's hard to get closer with people cause they all have their own cliques around already with their sec school friends. Argh. This is an orientation people! To make new friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Friday was the last day of the orientation. We had water games first. Yeah I was barely wet. Haha, and seriously, enthusiasm changes everything! So people, be enthu okay! Haha. Later we had mass dance. The partner thing. It was quite fun, but tiring as well! Boy I need to train those muscles. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later was games again. There's no break! AAAHH. Playing freeze and melt with around forty people is fun. Haha. And I just cannot strategize anything. I just freeze and melt people any old how. What is this. So unprofessional. And I'm a sore loser. What has moulded me this way is the constant loses I've faced through the sixteen years in my life. Yeah. This sounds so pathetic but its close to being a fact I tell you. Yes tear for me! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so playing the 'burn-down-the-opponents-string aka lifeline" game made me show my true colours for being a sore loser and a proud winner. Oh what a shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing games and being late for games sure wasn't good for me. I was like, why are we always late ah. Oh man Cheryl actually can express her unhappiness. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;We also had a cheering competition later and yeah GAIA won! Btw, my faction name is GAIA! GAIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spread the GAIA spread spread,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shout like GAIA shout shout,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spread the GAIA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shout the GAIA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All the rest can go fly kite.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fly kite fly kite,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All the rest can go fly kite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fly kite fly kite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Later kena lightning strike&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KA BOOM!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes and we won the cheering competition. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;The dancing queen and king. Oh man, they were all so good! They shake and move and whoa. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;And there was the EYE CANDY prize, followed by Mr Hunk and Miss Pretty . Whoa. I can't believe that skinny legs short shorts fair skinned fox looking guy won. Haha. Oh ya and we also had this skit. Haha was really lame but hey, they got our point anyway. Seriously, guys are fun people. Haha. Okay not all, but generally. The skitters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the whole thing ended with a disco night. I was practically exhausted by all the jumping I wanted to just sit at the corner and meditate. Anyway, it is a meaningless way to actually pass time. I rather breathe some fresh oxygen outside. Ah, but whatever it is, the orientation was a success. SO THREE CHEERS FOR THE OGL'S! THREE CHEERS FOR J1's! THREE CHEERS FOR EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I had plenty of rest today. I really needed it. So now I'm here typing this. School starts at 9AM on monday. So school is starting. I got to be prepared. I  wonder how it'll be like. I think when you're in JC, it'll be like a very individual thing for everyone. As it'll be a lecture-tutorial thing, I guess its hard to make friends with so many people.&lt;br /&gt;About orientation, different people have different experiences. I've no idea whether I can truely be part of Nanyang. Aha, so weird. Do i miss KCP? My friends there? I'm numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Im just gonna enjoy myself however I can. Its SHOW TIME!&lt;br /&gt;Btw, is dragon boat that exciting and fun?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-6445398342590777778?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/6445398342590777778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=6445398342590777778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/6445398342590777778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/6445398342590777778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2007/01/yesterday-was-tiring-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-2440899700181735703</id><published>2007-01-04T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T00:18:04.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Second day of orientaion&lt;/strong&gt; was pretty alright.&lt;br /&gt;Yes yesterday i really sounded bitter about the whole group thingy right?&lt;br /&gt;I think i still am to a certain extent. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay we all went to sentosa to play. Yeah quite fun. The games were much more sensible and interesting than yesterday's. Seriously. Bravo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Orientation Group Leaders (OGLs) are all actually very nice and enthu. Good effort!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow is another day of cheers and DISCO DANCING (faints) wish me all the best! Yeah today was okay so I shall not criticise anything. Yeah. But you know the previous post was bitter indeed. Today was a tiring day. A long day. A hot day. A cheery day. An emo day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes yes. I can't stand the feeling of envy. Kill me. Kill me. The feeling of inferiority. AAHH. Okay unfun.&lt;br /&gt;Okay enthu not.&lt;br /&gt;Okay Okay Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah just hope tmr will be good. Im getting sick of cheering. My throat is getting worst now. Ooohh CHEERS and MORE CHEERS.&lt;br /&gt;AM I too old for this? Haha. I am enthu enthu, I will rock you rock you. Oooooohhhhhh CHERYL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAhahaha, feeling loony now. Ooh. School. Tomorrow. Orientation. Tired. Tired. Dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feel my pain.&lt;/strong&gt; That's all I can say.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i realised is not how fun or what it is, but the friendships made instead. Well, that doesn't mean fun is not the main issue cause it IS! AAAHH . I WANT FUN! FUN COME TO ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lai ah lai ah lai ah lai ah lai ah lai ah lai ah lai ah lai ah lai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus i forgot to add. We had the dance today again. Man. Okay I have to admit doing the dance is quite entertaining. But its like you're in a moment of "Hey hey look at me, see how i'm like acting cool' kinda thing. HAhahha. When I see the others dance, I can't help but feel this way. The way they shake and move. Horror. Lol. Im sick of Britney already. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I should stop ranting about orientation. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Im tired now. Short post for sleepy eyes. (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna SLEEP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-2440899700181735703?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/2440899700181735703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=2440899700181735703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/2440899700181735703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/2440899700181735703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2007/01/second-day-of-orientaion-was-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-4287397812842463685</id><published>2007-01-03T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T22:46:18.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY START OF NEW SCHOOL DAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it sure sounds pretty off. Ah, ITS THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL! TO A NEW SCHOOL! TO A SCHOOL OF MY SECOND CHOICE. NANYANG! HIP HIP HOORAYYY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right. I'll tell you what happened on this memorable day. Memorable...................?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday night: It took me quite a long time to tuck in, maybe because of the first-day-of-school excitment thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY: So yeah, I woke up at 6.20AM. Reporting time: 7AM. Thank God Nyjc is near. So i quickly prepared and arrived there on the dot or so. Yeah. Man there were many many many many people. Oh my goodness, really, a &lt;strong&gt;SEA&lt;/strong&gt; of people. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I talked to the people beside me at first. Yeah, i thought they were quiet people. Rather quiet outwardly but still they talked. Haha. So that's good. Oh man and I was busy insulting everything that happened. How lame were the cheers done by the J2's and how cheesy the emcee was. Haha. I was the meanie. Oohh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, imagine yourself in a foreign school and are told to settle down in the hall. Admist all the people walking and talking and settling down, the J2's decide to cheer.&lt;br /&gt;And you are like.."What are they doing! Eeee....so &lt;strong&gt;lame&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Sad but true fact. Cause, you're in am unfamiliar environment, nobody knows each other, and when people try to lighten up the mood with cheers, you feel your hair stand. Seriously. Thank you, but I would prefer a silent and a formal welcome instead. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its always like that at first. Ah obviously I had to get used to it. And i was enthu! YAY! Not the ultimate kind of enthu and relatively more enthu than the rest, Haha.Three cheers and three cheers and three cheers for Cheryl..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay the worst part of the programme was the ice breakers. Well, I thought the games were not interesting, and draggy. Also, there were too few games. I was complaining to my group about it as usual. Really. Other groups played games which obviously looked more fun than ours. I just looked at them play while my group was currently playing something else. Im so evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During lunch break, everyone was bored and sleepy. We couldn't wait to go home. And I realised, I cannot talk to people. I only can go on to really general questions, and not in depth. Am I so boring. Man I hate this. Maybe I don't have people skills. I can't talk to people? Im an alien? I think so.&lt;br /&gt;Oh man this sounds so depressing. Who likes to lack something? If someone told me that I think I'll just punch the person. HAHAHAHAHA. Yeah right. Still, its sickening to hear criticisms about yourself but everyone has to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah in your heart you'll be like so angry with the person but outwardly you're agreeing with the person. Weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. oh ya games. Games. Games. Games are supposed to be fun and relatively long right? Lol. okay some were really redundant games. But others were still quite fun. Ah fun is really what we make it out to be. I know that. But sometimes, when you're just feeling unenthusiastic about everything, everything is lame and lame and &lt;strong&gt;lame&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;unfun&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes. Oh ya after games was mass dance. Okay DANCE. Their having some dance fever or smth, but every JC does it right? Argh, why do girls and guys appear to be the same? They can hold each other and dance freely. Whoa freedom? You call this freedom? AHaha.&lt;br /&gt;Im just being a pig.&lt;br /&gt;The word 'open' to different people are of different standards. Yeah, so call me closed. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Im just being a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always ask, its just too much of a coincidence. Wherever I'm placed, wherever group, team or what, people there are not like what you expect, compared to other groups.&lt;br /&gt;Other groups may have fun people who actually talks and have some coolness or whatever, but......&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I have to accept it. See im being so superficial. But seriously, some people really are the more enthu ones or at least the participating kinds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say it, its just me. it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl shut up. shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My post sounds so depressing haha. Btw, Orientation ended at 6.45PM. Dead tired. But bathes just keeps you fresh and alive. Plus food. Haha. So tomorrow we'll be going sentosa. Okay we'll see how it goes, hopefully, it'll be FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I think im a disgusting superficial evil idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. That was a four in one description of Cheryl. Scared? Afraid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this post may sound a bit bad to a certain extent, but hey, I like my group okay :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-4287397812842463685?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/4287397812842463685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=4287397812842463685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/4287397812842463685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/4287397812842463685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-start-of-new-school-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-9114309793471896607</id><published>2007-01-02T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T12:29:31.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brand new year, 2007!&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be an exciting one. Yes. Everything's gonna be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, first three months will be fun and fufilling. Im still not quite prepared for tomorrow which marks the first day of being seventeen,(I just turned 16 for barely 2 months).  Okay more so being in year1. So fast! Im going bag hunting after this. Hahahhhaa. Should I? Should I not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, watchnight was great.  All th testimonies truely reflect how great is our God we're serving. Really, this 2007, I want to be a stronger and focused person. YAY! I need to work on my resolutions more throughly though, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be God's history maker! ER's theme for 2007.&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Yes. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, everyone from AR to RA went to East Coast! The group was big and yay, so fun. Kayaking was great! The sea,dirty and salty but okay, the sky, so blue and high.... Haha.. Great experience for me! Despite the aching arms when kayaking, I still had fun watching other people capsize. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey I got a bad sore throat on the first day of the new year! AAAHH.. How bad is this. But hey I still can talk, but its just disturbing when your throat feels like there's a lump of whatever stuck in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to brush up my English. Science or Arts stream in future? Hmmm. What combinations? Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;Have fun first la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay gtg now, wishing everyone a fantastico 2007! Make use of everyday WISELY and live life to the FULLEST for JESUS! YAYYYYY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bid goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-9114309793471896607?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/9114309793471896607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=9114309793471896607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/9114309793471896607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/9114309793471896607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year-brand-new-year-2007-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-5343606871220678094</id><published>2006-12-27T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:35:36.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Belated Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know its already 27DEC. Still, Christmas was goood. Let me see, it was a busy time for me. With &lt;strong&gt;Christmas parties&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;gift exchange&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;carolling&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;performances&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i missed the party at Louisa's house. It sounded fun. And i missed Cartoon night. Why am I focussing on the lost, the misses? Im always like that. NOO!&lt;br /&gt;*2007resolutions: Whatever I do is always fun , so don't brood over something you didn't go for. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is a time to love. To share, to give. Yeah, happy to receive the presents! Thank you all! I feel so blessed! Really. I love presents. Love presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, i cleaned my jugsaw puzzles in my room.&lt;br /&gt;As you know. the ornaments in my room are like.. dirty, dusty, destroyed, detached(?)..... Okay all the d's. Yeah, and I, Cheryl Wong, was actually forced to clean the jigsaw puzzle frames. Ah, the dust looks like.. fluffy grey things. Haha. A lot of them. AND! I tidied the stuff in my wardrobe. Ah I HATE DUST. Seriously, their of no use to society and whatsoever, especially in my room. They just add sadness to the person who has to clean up, BOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finally went shopping yesterday and got three tops! That calls for a time of celebration! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Btw, Thai Express is NOT EXPRESS.&lt;br /&gt;We waited like half an hour for the food. HELLO? My parents and I ended up eating our brother's honey chicken rice while waiting. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i've thought about it, and if you think about it, its sounds kinda funny.&lt;br /&gt;See, you've heard it before, this question: WHY DO PEOPLE SMOKE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Stress, peer presure, curiousity, addiction, for COOLNESS sake, for fun, for warmth(ERM, that's invalid).&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and etc etc etc.. Use these answer for the next question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHY DO OLD PEOPLE SMOKE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! Ever thought of that?&lt;br /&gt;Are they stressed? Er, like taking care of their grandchildren? Or probably because of the work they do eg.(Clearing up of trays in a food court, picking up old cans,...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or are they curious? That's lame.&lt;br /&gt;Are they trying to act cool?! Haha! This is funny, imagine an old man/woman trying to act cool, hanging around with their old friends and smoking together and looking COOL. With hip hop clothes.&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHHAHA. Kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it just peer pressure? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, this is quite funny.. I can't think of anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I typed this yesterday, but I had to go out then. So here it is.BTW, school's starting in a week's time! Time to prepare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe it. Thinking of what kind of bad I should carry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;troublesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea how to end this post. Let's end it with a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013577131103984306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="184" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vR5ax1oOcxs/RZPN1nF5mrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z-VZFxxwbxQ/s320/SSA51465.JPG" width="277" border="0" /&gt;Glam or what? haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-5343606871220678094?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/5343606871220678094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=5343606871220678094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/5343606871220678094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/5343606871220678094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2006/12/belated-merry-christmas-yes-i-know-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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/_vR5ax1oOcxs/RZPN1nF5mrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/z-VZFxxwbxQ/s72-c/SSA51465.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9601979.post-2388440929956332102</id><published>2006-12-10T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T23:57:40.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was back from Muar yesterday. Yeah, I tell you it was GREAT. The fellowship was fulfilling. Everything went great. God is with us. I'll tell you more next time.&lt;br /&gt;Yup, so all's well. Now I have to prepare for youth camp tmr, HELLO. Its like twelve alr. Louisa is so distracting. Yes, I cant pack cause of the addiction to the computer. Thanks Louisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so now, I'll be off till Thursday! YAY youth camp! ITS GONNA BE A BLAST! Yayy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I miss MUAR. I miss fellowship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With lots of love from Cheryl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-2388440929956332102?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/2388440929956332102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=2388440929956332102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/2388440929956332102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/2388440929956332102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2006/12/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-145726774013258216</id><published>2006-12-02T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T02:56:39.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grad night was pretty fine with all the photo taking and stuff, everyone looked good.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, Im just worried of my sleeping habits now. I just have to use the computer at night and i've been sleeping at 2 to 3. Man, Its saturday tmr and Im still awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAHH, sleep I need you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not sure whether I'll be posting grad night pics, oh well, we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM GONNA MISS KCP. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-145726774013258216?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/145726774013258216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=145726774013258216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/145726774013258216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/145726774013258216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2006/12/grad-night-was-pretty-fine-with-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-1243248286463313677</id><published>2006-11-28T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T00:49:38.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its a brand new week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I lost my wallet on Saturday! Like goodness gracious me, I need to report lost for my IC today, and I have to make another ez link card. Whoever finds this NOT A RULES KINDA GIRL purse please kindly make your way to the police post w/o taking any thing in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah right, the world is evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Im sixteen. It's the end of O levels. I mean it ended more than a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, there's no like, REAL JOY to it y'know. WHY?&lt;br /&gt;uh oh, is this something bad?&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, its nothing. SO anyway, spending more than one hour in URS without purchasing at the end of the day is a BAD thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;Plus throwing their shoes on the floor and landing up with more than 3 pairs of shoes at one time isn't really what I call a wise thing.&lt;br /&gt;AH but who cares, Joyce was desperate to get a shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When you're desperate, you don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When you're pissed off with a customer, whatever shoes they want, just tell them there's no size for them so they will hurry leave and not mess up the whole shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When you cannot get a shoe you like, and when a thousand and one shoes just doesn't have your size, get out of the shop at once, even if you have spent 5 hours in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Good learning points huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So grad night is on WED. Wow, after a while, its like BOO. Cause all the shopping has tired me out from even anticipating what's gonna happen during GRAD night. WOWOWOWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, I slept fourteen hours yesterday.7pm to 9am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND Im still tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..zzzzzz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-1243248286463313677?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/1243248286463313677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=1243248286463313677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/1243248286463313677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/1243248286463313677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-brand-new-week-yeah-i-lost-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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-9601979.post-4824854825116749815</id><published>2006-11-24T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T12:35:28.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;IS LIFE GOOD AFTER O'S?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, Its just going out till my legs turn jelly. Today is my rest day, I hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've still yet to come up with questions for the mission trip BGR workshop.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, gotta prepare quickly, so I've decided i'll spend this whole day at home. okay I've been a bad sister to my brother, cause I've just beaten his hand cause he was pulling my hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think I've got some unspoken anger in me, its like without my conscious, I'll just do something I think I'll never do, like quarrel with my parents CONTINUOUSLY -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've bought my dress already! HAHAHAH, dress.&lt;br /&gt;Hey my bro looks like a girl.&lt;br /&gt;He wants to play the com. NOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's wearing this cute t-shirt, MILK IS MY FAVOURITE. Ha, kid's pure milk tee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna entertain my bro now, see ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9601979-4824854825116749815?l=everchangingbeats.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/feeds/4824854825116749815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9601979&amp;postID=4824854825116749815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/4824854825116749815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9601979/posts/default/4824854825116749815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchangingbeats.blogspot.com/2006/11/is-life-good-after-os-well-its-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09364219189607158866</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>
