<?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-6430195597666561683</id><updated>2012-02-10T00:29:48.530+08:00</updated><category term='Guns N&apos; Roses ftw \m/'/><title type='text'>.MARION</title><subtitle type='html'>/ All star-bright and tongue-tied</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>687</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-1626675491868022567</id><published>2012-02-10T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T00:29:48.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Straw</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B3Lo7Zbeqso/TzPuOHMxH_I/AAAAAAAAAV0/CVfrvSs6V8U/s1600/Underestimate.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="120" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B3Lo7Zbeqso/TzPuOHMxH_I/AAAAAAAAAV0/CVfrvSs6V8U/s320/Underestimate.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been almost a month of sleepless nights and paranoia. With regards to the above picture, I have my reasons. I attribute my "P.I" skills to being in an all girls' school and having friends like Marl &amp;amp; G. You know what? It's a useful skill. You know why? It protects me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is not just a phase, and I'll be damned if I let you put it under that category again. There is no such thing as full disclosure anymore. I'm going into this with my eyes wide open and I'm leaving before I get hurt.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have always been a very jealous and possessive person and I'm not going to apologize for that. This is who I am and if you can't accept that, you need to go. I'm not going to change who I fundamentally am. Simple solution: If you don't do things to make me doubt you, then I wouldn't be jealous/possessive. I fiercely protect the people I love and I'm not ashamed of it. If you feel the need to tell everyone else about how I am and how you're so disappointed and hurt that I am this way, then why are you with me? Go be with someone else who's more suited to your needs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've said this before and I'm going to say it again. Some things may not be important or matter as much to you, but if they matter to me then the least you could do is acknowledge it. If you want to make me happy? Don't persist on doing the things that make me feel uncomfortable. Things that make me feel uncomfortable? My boyfriend being extremely close to another girl whom he's only known for less than a year. You keep comparing your situation with me being close to Darren/Bez. You have to understand this. I've known Darren for almost 4 years now. We were never as close as you are with her in the beginning stages of our friendship. Of course we are a lot closer now, that's what time does. I'm close to Bez because we have a history and we remained good friends after the demise of our relationship. I've also known him for almost 4 years. &amp;nbsp;How can you compare what you have with her, a girl you've barely known for a year, to people I've known 4 times longer than that?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, I'm not going to give a shit anymore. Because every time I do? I get labelled as the "bad guy". Of course you'll be all, "it's not your fault"/"i don't want you to change"to me. But when you talk about me to her? I'm "overly emotional"/"have trust issues"/"low self esteem". It's nice to know that those labels are coming from the one person who is supposed to love me for who I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm tired of this, so here's the deal. I'm not going to bring her up anymore. I'm going to let you do your own thing with her or with anyone else you choose. I'm not going to be "protective"and "paranoid" anymore. What you do with other people is your business, I have no say and I don't want a say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's the ultimatum:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If anything does transpire, (&lt;i&gt;&amp;amp; I have my ways of finding out. Believe me.&lt;/i&gt;) we're done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p/s: i'm not "okz", i've not been "okz" for a month now. so, good luck with that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-1626675491868022567?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/1626675491868022567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=1626675491868022567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/1626675491868022567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/1626675491868022567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2012/02/final-straw.html' title='Final Straw'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B3Lo7Zbeqso/TzPuOHMxH_I/AAAAAAAAAV0/CVfrvSs6V8U/s72-c/Underestimate.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-6219473809608083952</id><published>2012-02-01T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T21:23:23.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been a while, huh. The things is, I have so much to write all the time that I get lazy. I used to want to put down all my thoughts in this space every day. Well, almost every day at least. Now I find myself writing in notebooks, of course keeping them under lock and key. I've known all along that knowledge is power, and until recently that was never an "important" thing (so to speak) in my life. I know better now and it makes me stronger. It's time to build up what's left of my self esteem and this is how I'm going to do it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Things have gotten a little crazy over the past month and I have Ariel/&lt;i&gt;Clique&lt;/i&gt;/G to thank for being my anchors. My thoughts are all jumbled up right now because something's on my mind, but I'll try to remember everything that's been happening.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Celebrated New Year's Eve and welcomed the New Year in a club in America with my older cousins. Super fun, super awesome.&amp;nbsp;Spent the last few days in the States holing up in Chrystal's apartment while she was at school. The cold makes me the laziest person in the world. For 3 days I didn't bother to eat proper meals because I was too lazy to get out of bed. There was once when I ate 2 slices of Kraft Cheese (the square ones) for lunch. Finished watching The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air and was pining for my television shows that I couldn't torrent. Took the chance to sign up for Hulu because it's only available in the States and I managed to watch a lot of shows that I wouldn't otherwise watch! Okay, this sounds boring lol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the 2nd last day I was there, it (finally) started to snow! Had snowball fights with the cousins and took cheesy family pictures. It was mad fun :D The first fall of snow is always the prettiest and I'm glad I got to make snow angels (childhood dream came true lol herpderp)! Overall the States trip was fun and I'm glad to have spent time with everyone. I know I was all mopey and emo on Twitter, but I really appreciated my aunt and uncle paying for my trip there (:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Got to spend time with the boy when I got back, which was lovely because I hadn't seen him for 3 weeks. During the last weekend of my month long holiday from school, &lt;i&gt;Clique&lt;/i&gt; had our awesome sleepover. It was a packed day, but super worth it! Dropped off our stuff at Randee's place and headed down to USS. I've been there 4 times now, but with different people. Screamed our lungs off on Battlestar, took crazy photos on the Mummy, took the slowest.ride.ever in Madagascar and finally experienced the Transformers ride. OMG IT'S SO AMAZINGLY MINDBLOWING I CAN'T WAIT TO GO BACK TO USS AGAIN WITH MY BEST FRIEND (and hopefully our boyfriends)! Went back to have dinner at Randee's place, and started getting ready for clubbing at 10pm. We took forever to get ready, it was so hilarious! Finally left the house at 11.30pm and took a bus down to Butter Factory. I'm never wearing heels to a club ever again. Correction: I'm never going clubbing again. It was a good night with the girls though (: Music only started getting (slightly) better at 2 and we left at 4. Interesting crowd, clubbers. I lost count of the number of girls in g-strings and the number of asses that got groped. Never clubbing again lol. Once is quite enough!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;School started, 4 modules this semester, no school on Thursdays. (I'm getting tired of typing in case you can't tell.) I'm quite happy with my schedule, despite the two 5 hour long breaks on Mondays and Wednesdays. The girls + Edison (only one guy LOL) keep me sane during the breaks and we always have a plan to do something. Thankfully Shalyn drives on those days so that we can go places!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then it was CNY, which was boring as usual. Had a week long break from school, so that was nice. I haven't gotten into "study" mode yet because of all these breaks. On the 13th of this month, we don't have lessons either. It's like some random holiday because even our lecturers don't know why lol. Today someone told me: "Oh it's a holiday because it's Buffalo day." Like an idiot that I am, I believed him. /facepalm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday, Randee left for Perth. Sent her off at the airport and was reminded how precious my girls are to me. Also, the question of "who's next" is something I don't want answered. I can't lose anymore people, I don't think I can take it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been a rough month for the boy and me. Well to me, at least. "&lt;i&gt;You must understand that even though a person loves you, you must also consider the fact that you're not the only one that makes him/her happy.&lt;/i&gt;" #mantra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Also, all the feelings I've been feeling the past 3 weeks:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So happy one second, incredibly depressed the next&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sunshine to shadow/Pandemonium to loneliness/Fierce anger to a fiercer kind of love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life is too messy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Needy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Content&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Skeptical&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jealous&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paranoid&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hopelessness&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Despair&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Excitement&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Feeling secure to a crumbling mess&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Overthinking&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Scared&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Scared&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Scared&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Scared&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;always....scared.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss the old me. The old me wouldn't give that much of a shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-6219473809608083952?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/6219473809608083952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=6219473809608083952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/6219473809608083952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/6219473809608083952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2012/02/changing.html' title='Changing'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-328546762979947502</id><published>2011-12-26T03:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T11:17:37.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;MERRY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Looking back over this year, I have many things to be grateful for. Here are some of them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm glad that I graduated for NYP and got into SIM-UB. Yeah, it may not be NUS/NTU/SMU, but at least I'm still getting an education. I'm glad that Bezner and I still remained friends after the breakup, as hard as it was on the both of us. He's a keeper, that boy, and any girl who gets together with him is very lucky. Any girl who thinks otherwise, is an idiot. I'm grateful for Ohsketchedtape, for making my last days in NYP so very memorable. I miss all of them. Special shout-out to G: &lt;i&gt;Thanks, for always being there for me and know that I'll always be there for you (:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aQdNZJFAaoQ/Tvkvd-bqT2I/AAAAAAAAAU8/NE4hLKl9PWk/s1600/Bezzy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aQdNZJFAaoQ/Tvkvd-bqT2I/AAAAAAAAAU8/NE4hLKl9PWk/s320/Bezzy.jpg" width="233" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFC-ZoA3DC0/TvkuxSLS80I/AAAAAAAAAUw/MfWM6tmgJR4/s1600/Ohsketchedtape.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TFC-ZoA3DC0/TvkuxSLS80I/AAAAAAAAAUw/MfWM6tmgJR4/s320/Ohsketchedtape.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing that happened this year was getting together with Benny. I know everyone had a lot of doubts that it'd work because of our age difference, but we make it work. Not just because we love each other, but because we want it to work. We don't have that many things in common, and I used to think that it would become a problem. But after a while, I realize that because of that, we complement each other (: Sure, we have our petty squabbles and everyone knows that I'm too emotional for my own good, but he never throws that in my face. For that, I am extremely grateful. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Baby, I love you so very much. Thank you for never giving up on me and for always reminding me how much you love me. I miss you so much and I can't wait to be in your arms in 2 weeks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hFhET0XV4ro/TvkuDF7ExaI/AAAAAAAAAUY/z2c7cB_iXuc/s1600/Photo+on+2011-10-11+at+18.11+%25232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hFhET0XV4ro/TvkuDF7ExaI/AAAAAAAAAUY/z2c7cB_iXuc/s320/Photo+on+2011-10-11+at+18.11+%25232.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am eternally grateful for Clique. They are my pillars of strength, my harshest critiques and my best friends. I know that I can always count on them to support me, comfort me, give me much needed wake up calls, make me laugh and never leave. We're amazing together and I know that what we have will only continue to grow and be stronger. These are the girls who will be the bridesmaids at my wedding and the godmothers of my children. I can't wait till we all grow up, have kids and start our lives (: I can't wait to be back home and have our much awaited sleepover!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--d9je-UR7Iw/TvkuhuCjVcI/AAAAAAAAAUk/_H2NUXbrBQQ/s1600/Clique.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--d9je-UR7Iw/TvkuhuCjVcI/AAAAAAAAAUk/_H2NUXbrBQQ/s320/Clique.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love the new friends that I've made this year, be it in school or through Benny. I enjoy the daily Mumble sessions I have with the retards because they never fail to make me laugh. Nazri (&lt;i&gt;nastyyy&lt;/i&gt;), Lid, Emir, Ping Gui (&lt;i&gt;Aycan&lt;/i&gt;), Raj (&lt;i&gt;a.&lt;/i&gt;), Theon (&lt;i&gt;spiffybuns&lt;/i&gt;) and Gema (too many monikers to name, but the most famous one would probably be &lt;i&gt;div&lt;/i&gt; hahahahaha), thanks for the laughs! To Dianne, Shalyn, Jacq, Mei Chun, Sarah, Wan Zhen, Hanis, Sam, Edison, Maurice and Scuter, thanks for making the first semester at SIM-UB so much better than I thought it'd be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Of course I'm grateful for my family, as much as they drive me crazy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alright, I've got to hustle! LOVE ALL OF YOU GUYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-328546762979947502?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/328546762979947502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=328546762979947502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/328546762979947502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/328546762979947502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-2011.html' title='CHRISTMAS 2011'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aQdNZJFAaoQ/Tvkvd-bqT2I/AAAAAAAAAU8/NE4hLKl9PWk/s72-c/Bezzy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-7600927533145234572</id><published>2011-12-23T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T14:08:47.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is Coming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_G-ojWbVNg/TvQ3YelkZbI/AAAAAAAAATc/QNjfm68I5OM/s1600/Photo+on+2011-12-23+at+15.46+%25235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_G-ojWbVNg/TvQ3YelkZbI/AAAAAAAAATc/QNjfm68I5OM/s320/Photo+on+2011-12-23+at+15.46+%25235.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello, from the top bunk (: I&amp;nbsp;♥ you guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-7600927533145234572?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/7600927533145234572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=7600927533145234572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/7600927533145234572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/7600927533145234572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-is-coming.html' title='Christmas is Coming!'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_G-ojWbVNg/TvQ3YelkZbI/AAAAAAAAATc/QNjfm68I5OM/s72-c/Photo+on+2011-12-23+at+15.46+%25235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-6269712287970172926</id><published>2011-12-22T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T14:09:04.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Lost My Voice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm curled up in the corner of my top bunk bed at my step-cousin's place in Portland, Oregon. This is where I feel the most comfortable in the entire house. So far this trip hasn't been what I expected it to be. I feel more alone than anything else, and I know I should be grateful to be able to be with family the coming Christmas (Jesus Christ, this year has flown by) and New Year. But it just doesn't feel...right, you know? It's not all bad, it's just not...great. Like I thought it'd be. And you know what they say, expectations can kill you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss everybody back home. I miss the city life. After going to New Zealand and the various parts of the states, I now know that I'm a city girl at heart. I expect that I always will be. I miss the crowded streets and the constant low hum of conversations. &amp;nbsp;I miss the bright lights and the familiar faces. I guess this is why I fell in love with Barcelona. It was the perfect mix of loud and quiet. I would love to visit New York, I think it would be my favorite city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Haven't heard from the boy in 2 days, he's in New Zealand now. It's hard to get a hold of each other because of the time difference. Also, wi-fi is expensive there. I wish I could spend Christmas with him. The past few Christmases have sucked, and it looks like it's going to suck this year too. I can't wait to be in his arms again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3 more days to Christmas, 10 more days to 2012, 19 more days till I'm back home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know, I used to have this wish that one day I'll be able to go on a trip with just my friends. I remember when we made (or at least tried) to make plans. But right now, that is shot to hell. I can't start over. I don't know where to start.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There are things that we don't want to happen but have to accept, things we don't want to know but have to learn, and people we can't live without but have to let go.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-6269712287970172926?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/6269712287970172926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=6269712287970172926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/6269712287970172926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/6269712287970172926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-i-lost-my-voice.html' title='The Day I Lost My Voice'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-5144147811187545964</id><published>2011-12-02T11:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T14:09:15.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before It's Too Late</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Can't wait for the 12th of December! By then I'll be done with all my papers and it'll be the start of the month long holidays :D I already feel like it's the holidays tbh. Have zero motivation to do my work &amp;amp; revise for the exams. Sigh. I hate school. But when I start working, I know I'll probably hate it too. I'm such a loser I swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Going to spend most of my holiday in the states! Leaving SG on the 15th of Dec and only coming back on the 10th of Jan. Part of me is excited to go, because I haven't seen all of my (closest) cousins together in about 6 years. Another part of me is bummed because I won't be spending Christmas/New Year with the boy. I think I made up for it though, because yesterday I bought him his PSP! That silly boy was so surprised, he lifted me up in public and kissed me hard of my lips hehehe. Yknow, like in the movies :D I love it when my surprises go well (:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally going to have the &lt;i&gt;Clique&lt;/i&gt; sleepover that we've been dying to have since who-knows-when! We settled on the 13th of Jan because everyone else is busy &amp;amp; I'd be away. Hehehe so excited to crash Randee's new house :D I have a feeling that we'd be spending most of our time in her pool. After baking like batches of cookies/brownies/cupcakes! Erza and I will also get to experience clubbing for the first time hahahaha. Can't wait can't wait can't wait can't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sigh. All my fun plans have been made for my holidays but it's only 2nd December. First paper's on the 5th. Last paper is on the 12th. Can someone please put me into a coma until the 12th? Pretty please? ):&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Was looking through my blog stats and I didn't realize that so many people read this page? *waves hi*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-5144147811187545964?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/5144147811187545964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=5144147811187545964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/5144147811187545964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/5144147811187545964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/12/cant-wait-for-12th-of-december-by-then.html' title='Before It&apos;s Too Late'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-118457520506374743</id><published>2011-11-20T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T14:09:20.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superstar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Because at the end of the day, we'll always work things out (: I know you may not happy with how I handle things, and yes I am irresponsible sometimes and I'm sorry. I'm just glad that when everything's said and done, we still love each other (: &amp;amp; no I'm not mentioning this on this space because you "complained" today :P [I know you're thinking it hehe]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm really grateful to have such an understanding boyfriend. We're making so many plans now and I love that (: I love how you always make me laugh, I love how we can tease each other about our past and not feel awkward. I love how you always know when to grab me close and kiss me on the top of my head to reassure me (: But one of the main reasons why I'm happy with us, is because you never gave up on me. I love you, B4nny &amp;lt;- (brings back so many memories!) ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4 more months to our first year! Time really flies and I hope there'll be many more (: ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-118457520506374743?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/118457520506374743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=118457520506374743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/118457520506374743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/118457520506374743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/11/superstar.html' title='Superstar'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-1504869597444725570</id><published>2011-11-19T03:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T17:27:41.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pablo Neruda</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because — I don’t know how to say it: a day is long and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-1504869597444725570?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/1504869597444725570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=1504869597444725570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/1504869597444725570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/1504869597444725570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/11/pablo-neruda.html' title='Pablo Neruda'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-7327511213307151242</id><published>2011-11-11T01:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T14:09:30.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Could Be Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm still struggling to come to terms with the fact that you're gone. It's been fifteen days and I'm left wondering when it'd stop hurting. Maybe this'll be another thing that I'll tuck away into my subconscious mind only to have it haunt me for the rest of my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One more month to the end of the semester and I can't wait for it to end. God knows I need that month's break. Hopefully I'd be able to enjoy myself and catch up with everyone. Crossing my fingers to have the sleepover with Clique at Randee's new house. I still can't believe she's leaving in January ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;You could be happy and I won't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;But you weren't happy the day I watched you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;And all the things that I wished I had not said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;Are played in loops 'till it's madness in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;Is it too late to remind you how we were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;But not our last days of silence, screaming, blur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;Most of what I remember makes me sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;I should have stopped you from walking out the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;You could be happy, I hope you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;You made me happier than I'd been by far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-7327511213307151242?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/7327511213307151242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=7327511213307151242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/7327511213307151242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/7327511213307151242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-could-be-happy.html' title='You Could Be Happy'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-7499760987459056786</id><published>2011-10-31T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T20:47:22.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>faux jumeau</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's the last day of October. Time really does fly by. Just 2 months ago I didn't have to deal with all this shit, but now Finals are in a month. I'm so unmotivated to study it's not even funny. I don't care anymore. I just want to get school over and done with. I'm so sick of studying, going for classes, having anal teachers and sitting for ridiculous test papers like computer science.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The boy has started school and that's cutting our time together by... well a lot. I feel like I'm dating a guy in the army and I know G would probably kill me for saying this because it's totally different, and yeah. Okay, so maybe not the army. But I don't get to see him (almost) every day anymore when I have been for the past...4/5 months? It's a huge change, which we'll eventually get used to. It just sucks that's all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thankfully I have my TV shows to keep me entertained. Re-watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S and am once again reminded why it is my all time favorite television series. I ship everyone of them so hard. Chandler/Joey for always making me laugh. Ross/Rachel for being the perfect imperfect couple. Monica/Chandler are meant for each other in every way possible. Phoebe/Mike, well because she's quirky and he's a stud. I'm still trying to find the F.R.I.E.N.D.S/HIMYM group of people in my life, and it looks like it's not going to happen. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Time, sometimes the time just slips away &amp;amp; you're left with yesterday, left with the memories. I, I'll always think of you and smile, &amp;amp; be happy for the time I had you with me. Though we go our separate ways, I won't forget, so don't forget the memories we made."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I only want the best for you, and I hope that you'll be happy. That's all I want. For you to be happy. Please, remember. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-7499760987459056786?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/7499760987459056786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=7499760987459056786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/7499760987459056786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/7499760987459056786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/10/faux-jumeau.html' title='faux jumeau'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-7835764263216338811</id><published>2011-10-12T00:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T00:32:14.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can't Put Your Arms Around A Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So many tests coming up and assignments to do aslkdfa;lksjflaskjdf. I'm not loving school right now. I don't think I'm cut out to study but what else can I do right. If you want to have a future in Singapore (because let's face it I'm going to live and die here), you need "proper education". Ah well. Keep Calm and Study Hard #mantra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, past few days have been lovely because I've been spending a lot of time with my boy (: Went down to the club with him today &amp;amp; I love it there. It's so "chilleks" as nastyyy would say hehehe. Caught Real Steel with him (the boy, not nastyyy) and OMGAWD I WANT A ROBOT. Actually, I'd rather have a Transformer plskthx. The Avenger's trailer is out and omg I watched it like 5 times straight and I'm so so so so so so so so so so excited. AND THOR'S CHUCKLE OKAY IS LIKE SO CUTE MY HEART SKIPPED LIKE TEN BEATS HEHEHEHE #fangirlscreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ripping FRIENDS for G so that she can take have some form of entertainment when she goes to the States for 2 weeks! 5 seasons done, 5 more to go! I hope that I can finish it in time before she has to leave /: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Got to meet up with Ohsketchedtape &amp;amp; Clique recently so my friend cravings have been satisfied :D It's nice to see how everyone's doing and how we can still laugh over the same silly things even though it's been repeated too many times to count! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Having a 5 hour break later and the boy &amp;amp; Theon are coming down to keep me company! Super duper excited, they always make me laugh and I'M SO EXCITED I DON'T KNOW WHYYYYY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Earworms [ which I really want to get rid of &amp;gt;:( ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Love You Like A Love Song - Selena Gomez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Sexy &amp;amp; I Know It - LMFAO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. Baby - Justin Bieber (/facepalm)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Earworms [ that I want to have forever ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Any song by A7X (currently, Bat Country)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Fix You - Coldplay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. My Heroine - Silverstein&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. Iridescent - Linkin Park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. Baby, It's Cold Outside - Margaret Whiting and Johnny Mercer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6. I Swear This Time I Mean It - Mayday Parade &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7. Thunderstruck - AC/DC (Live)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8. Forget Her - Jeff Buckley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-7835764263216338811?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/7835764263216338811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=7835764263216338811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/7835764263216338811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/7835764263216338811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-cant-put-your-arms-around-memory.html' title='You Can&apos;t Put Your Arms Around A Memory'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-8818981059560435529</id><published>2011-09-28T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T01:04:51.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been more than 2 weeks since I've updated this space. So many things have happened I don't even know where to start heh. Truth is, I can't recall most of it. I mean I guess I could, but I'm too tired so idgaf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;School's starting to get more and more busy. Just finished my PSYCH &amp;amp; SOC mid term papers. I did okay for SOC, actually I think I did quite well *pats self on back* but kinda screwed up my PSYCH. It's crazy, 4 weeks into school and it's mid terms. CSE &amp;amp; COM papers are coming up. I hate CSE I don't even know why I have to take it. Pffft. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So maybe you've been wondering if I've made any friends, and you'd be glad to know that I have! The first guy I met was Benjamin See, but he has his own OG mates so we don't really hang out. I spend most of the time with Dianne &amp;amp; Shalyn because we have the same classes. Dianne's really adorable I love her to bits :D Then there's Jacq and Mei Chun, who are Dianne's friends. There's Edmund &amp;amp; Edison who are geniuses. Edison's parents are in the Air Force how cool is that! Hahaha, anyway hanging out with the girls is making me more girly I think. Which is a nice change, sorta. But then I come home &amp;amp; play TF2 with my boy and Theon so...*shrugs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The boy's been coming down to SIM a lot (he's having holidays now) to have lunch with me, and I really appreciate it (: We'd have dinner at Clementi Mall after I'm done and (sometimes)pig out on Baskin Robbins hehehe. Speaking of pigging out, I really should stop /: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Met up with Bez when he booked out &amp;amp; he's so tan now!! Lost quite a bit of weight too, which is great. He looks good though, and I'm glad he's coping (: Someone keeps stealing his clothes idky lol. Poor thing! Had lunch at Old School Delights with him and then drove around Singapore. It was nice to catch up (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Right now I'm thinking of joining a CCA in school. My mom all of a sudden wants me to have a social life, so she's extremely supportive. Which is weird. Her, being supportive. Anyway, I can't decide what to join. I'm down to 3 choices: Muay Thai, Touch Rugby &amp;amp; Tennis. I've already signed up for Touch Rugby but I've always wanted to do Muay Thai. Tennis is something that I've always wanted to get back into because I used to play with my Dad. So...I don't know ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, early day tomorrow so I've got to head off! Might be going to do mani/pedi at FEP later with the Dianne &amp;amp; Shalyn :D I love 5 hour breaks and having friends that can drive hehehe. Good day tomorrow (minus the fact that I won't get to see my boy)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay there are a few things I want to remember I did but am too lazy to explain. Anyway this is for my reference and you guys just happen to be reading so whatevs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;ALL MY FAVORITE TV SHOWS ARE OUT :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mickey Dee's breakfasts with the girls at Serene Centre&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Food Republic lunches at Wisma on Wednesdays&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laughing at stupid lecturers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whatsapp convos with &lt;i&gt;Clique &lt;/i&gt;♥&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Long bus rides to get to town/city to meet the boy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Island Creamery with Theon+Benny (can we do this more often?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mumble sessions with Theon being an idiot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched XL play floorball comp&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The way &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; remember the little things (: ♥&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How I'm reminded all the time how lucky I am to have &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; ♥&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ciao~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-8818981059560435529?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/8818981059560435529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=8818981059560435529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/8818981059560435529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/8818981059560435529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/09/beginnings.html' title='Beginnings'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-1481047767143630933</id><published>2011-09-12T17:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T17:46:34.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eggshells</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Double date with my bestfriend &amp;amp; bf was a little awkward, but I'm glad the boy got her stamp of approval (: We will probably go out again, but this time we'd probably plan a big thing hahaha. Benny had to go home for dinner, so I hung out with Ariel &amp;amp; Andrew. Something I haven't done in a while. Great company, great food (sushi!!) and great dessert (Cold Stone)! I'm glad we did this (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Met up with Bez &amp;amp; Yi Ci the day before they booked in. Stupid Bez didn't tell me he shaved his head hahaha so he surprised me &amp;amp; I shrieked. At Far East Plaza. So embarrassing -.- It's a pretty good look for him, imo. Had lunch at ION and caught up. Can't wait for them to book out!! Bez's been texting me and so far he seems to be doing great. That's really great to hear because God knows I worry for that boy. But so far, so good! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;School's improving drastically &amp;amp; I've finally gotten the hang of things. Assignments are piling up but I think I'm managing..-ish. For those who follow me on Twitter probably know that I'm the #1 Procrastination Queen. I really do have to kick that habit /: Psychology is still, by far, the most interesting subject of this Semester. I wonder if I picked the wrong major...hm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Masterful got 3rd place at the TF2 Lan Tourney yesterday and I'm really very very proud of them for trying (: They've had some hiccups the last couple of weeks, (*cough*PRISS*cough) but I'm glad it all worked out. They really are a bunch of hilarious guys &amp;amp; Mumble sessions with them always cheer me up. Can't wait to meet all of them! (: I think Gemok looks damn funny in the photos hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;summer/nasty/emir/lid/aycan/panda = 2pro4skool &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;♥ #teammasterful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't know how to fix this and I'm scared as hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-1481047767143630933?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/1481047767143630933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=1481047767143630933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/1481047767143630933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/1481047767143630933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/09/eggshells.html' title='Eggshells'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-8574146264939637283</id><published>2011-09-05T21:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T21:59:27.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thunderstruck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saturday was the perfect day (: Got to spend the entire day with my boy &amp;amp; we lazed around in bed. We're really lazy pigs omg. We keep saying that we'll get up to go have lunch, but an hour later we're still sleeping LOL. Watched Jersey Shore (plz dont judge kthx) for lulz and their drama = epic ownage. I can't believe that they're so retarded. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went for ONEFC at Singapore Indoor Stadium in the evening &amp;amp; met up with Randee. The atmosphere was electrifying! She got us the best seats in the house and it was really really awesome. There was this idiot guy sitting next to Benny who's such a pretentious douche and I wanted to slap him. Hahaha, k I'm so mean. But if you were in my shoes you'd totally understand :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, we had to leave just before the last fight because it was already 11.30pm and we had to make our way home. Heard that the last fight was super epic. The fighter broke his nose! Oh well. I wish I didn't live in Jurong srsly. So far from everything &amp;gt;:( Took bus 14 all the way from Kallang to Clementi. But it was all worth it because I got to spend the entire day with my boy (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Monday's the longest day in school but it was okay today because he came down to have lunch with me. Hehehe, totally made my day! Decided to skip my last class because uh, Computer Science sucks balls. If I have to hear "binary codes" again, I'd kill myself. Went down to City Hall to meet Theon &amp;amp; Gema (: Had dinner at Sho Teppan and then went shopping at Penisular (: Decided to drop by The Brownie Factory so that I could train home with Randee! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay you can probably tell that the past few days have been absolutely delightful &amp;amp; you're riiiight :D Super happy right now I keep putting emoticons all over the place. I shall (try to) stop now hahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tomorrow's a short day in school &amp;amp; then after that it'll be double date with my bestfriend(&amp;amp; her bf)! Having lunch with Yi Ci on Wednesdayyyyyy yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I LOVE THIS WEEK :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-8574146264939637283?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/8574146264939637283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=8574146264939637283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/8574146264939637283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/8574146264939637283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/09/thunderstruck.html' title='Thunderstruck'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-2820518329835024945</id><published>2011-09-01T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T22:40:46.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disengage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Found out today that I don't have to take any more free electives because all my credits from poly got transferred :D Also, I don't have to take 2 COM modules &amp;amp; 4 General modules. *jumps around*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Getting used to school &amp;amp; the environment. I apologize to my readers for the past 2 posts. I know I was being whiney and mopey because I hate change. But change is inevitable, I know that. The initial shock is now over and I'm standing on my own two feet, I'm glad to say. Who needs company, when you already have so little time for yourself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss my boy. I haven't seen him/been talking to him as much because it's his exam week. I can't wait for Saturday so that I can finally spend the whole day with him (: We've got the whole day planned out and I can't wait can't wait can't wait! I think I've been especially clingy this week (and even he's admitted it) because..well I don't know why really. But I love that he finds it adorable heehee. Not that I'm going to continue being like that, because I know it'd get annoying and tiresome. I just appreciate that he's so patient with me (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Meeting Bezner tomorrow before he enters Army! Hopefully I can squeeze in another chill session before he books in. Times really flies omg ): So much has changed but I'm really happy with the way things turned out between us (: Tomorrow would be the first time we've gone out (just the 2 of us) as a non-couple. But I think we can handle it, it's been 7 months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And suddenly I become a part of your past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm becoming a part that don't last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm losing you and it's effortless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Without a sound we lose sight of the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-2820518329835024945?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/2820518329835024945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=2820518329835024945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/2820518329835024945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/2820518329835024945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/09/disengage.html' title='Disengage'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-4875109570909187057</id><published>2011-08-31T01:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T01:20:49.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Familiar &amp; The Strange</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Had a great time with &lt;i&gt;Clique&lt;/i&gt; at Erza's house. I'm so so grateful for them &amp;amp; I love all of them very very much. Played with her 4 cats &amp;amp; 2 hamsters :D I want pets &amp;gt;:( Stayed there for about 6 hours talking crap hahaha. Mostly reminiscing about Crescent days and how much everyone has changed. I'm glad we're all still very very close. Oh &amp;amp; Randee finally got Twitter :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2nd day of school tomorrow. I've got a 5 hour break in between and that really sucks. Long breaks = feel unproductive = waste of my time = sleepy = no mood for school. I still have a Degree Requirements/Exemptions talk to go for after school. So it's another 12 hour day for me ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wonder when I'll stop being a whiny bitch about school. I really dread it. I don't want to hang around with someone's group of friends. I'd much rather be alone than tag along like some kind of lackey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3 more years to go. Yay me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Weekend, please come now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-4875109570909187057?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/4875109570909187057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=4875109570909187057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/4875109570909187057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/4875109570909187057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/08/familiar-strange.html' title='The Familiar &amp; The Strange'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-6457607374487269380</id><published>2011-08-29T21:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T23:53:26.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crumbling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First day of school sucked royally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1) I only had 4 hours of sleep [couldn't get enough because I was too nervous]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2) 12 hours in school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3) Got totally lost trying to find my classes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4) Walked past the same guy 4 times because I couldn't find my 8.30am class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5) He probably thinks I'm a complete idiot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6) Everyone's already in their own little cliques&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7) Lonergalx1991&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8) Computer Studies is compulsory (idekw)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;9) Binary codes are confusing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;10) Extremely overwhelmed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;11) Extremely alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At the end of the day, when I walked out of school, I almost broke down. It just felt like the whole day was shot to hell. The only saving grace of the day was my PSY101 because...psych is damn interesting. Maybe I should change my major, or take a double major.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel like I've been thrown into the ocean without a life vest &amp;amp; I'm struggling to keep my head above water. It's only the first day. It doesn't help that I've turned into a complete awkward turtle too afraid to come out of my comfort zone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's hoping that this madness will die down by the end of the week and I wouldn't be such a retard loser emogal1991. I still feel like dying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Can't wait for tomorrow. Spending the day with my girls will be a huge help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;/edit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Best Remedy = Going into Mumble to hear my favorite malay boys &amp;amp; of course my favorite boy (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.virginmedia.com/images/HIMYM-group-shot-431x300.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 431px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I want this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-6457607374487269380?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/6457607374487269380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=6457607374487269380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/6457607374487269380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/6457607374487269380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/08/crumbling.html' title='Crumbling'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-6443845917186612935</id><published>2011-08-28T19:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T21:25:19.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallelujah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bez's birthday party was actually not bad &amp;amp; I kinda enjoyed myself. As predicted, the boys were playing FIFA on the XBOX (almost) the whole night hahaha. Food was good as usual, because Bez cooked. Everything was pretty much normal until the boys broke out the vodka. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yi Ci, Keith and I just sat there watching everyone else get wasted hahaha. Kenneth kept asking everyone to do more vodka shots while he drank beer (thinking no one would notice LOL). Wesley was gone even before I left, but props to him because he's only..17? Plus he never drinks that often. I couldn't get off the couch because he was leaning against me muttering/laughing to himself. He's surprisingly heavy for such a small thing! Heard from Bez that he puked later on hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, I'm glad that Bez liked all his presents. Next step, army. Can't wait to see him with no hair :D Sigh, all the boys growing up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All in all, a pretty good night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;School's starting tomorrow and I'm so unprepared. Sigh. I have to be there at 8am &amp;amp; will probably only end at 8pm. 12 hours of school on the very first day. If that doesn't suck, I don't know what else does. Still, I hope the people are nice. I really cannot take anymore high school drama. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Can't wait for Tuesday because I'll be meeting &lt;i&gt;Clique&lt;/i&gt;! I always have a good time with them (: Those bitches got my back. Saturday's One Fight Championship night, and next Wednesday the boy's finally going to meet the bestfriend :D First time double dating with her! I. Am. Super. Excited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, dinner's ready gtg! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;NTS: Buy stationary and shorts for schooooooool (kbai)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-6443845917186612935?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/6443845917186612935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=6443845917186612935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/6443845917186612935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/6443845917186612935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/08/hallelujah.html' title='Hallelujah'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-7583892897945707685</id><published>2011-08-27T00:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T00:38:14.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Progressive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So another chapter of my life will begin on Monday. Going to SIM-UB for the next 3 years, after a 6 month break from studying. I want to say that 6 months seem to have flown by, but at the same time it felt like forever since I've been to school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went for Orientation on Monday and managed to talk to my seniors to find out more about how SIM-UB works. The amount of credits that I have to fulfill in order to graduate might be waived because I was from poly. I'm crossing my fingers and hoping that it'd be true, 'cause then I don't need 3 years to complete my course. If I don't get exempted for anything, well then that's too bad. But I'm not going to whine about it and drag my feet to school. I need to get past this because I'm sick and tired of waiting for things to happen. (&lt;i&gt;I'm saying this right now so that when I actually start to whine, and I probably will, I'd kick myself in the ass.&lt;/i&gt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Didn't go for the camp after the morning briefing because I'm not a "rah rah" type of person. If I had to do their cheers/mass dance I'd have killed myself. Anyway, I went for something better. I got to spend the night with the boy instead (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We went to m00n hotel@23 Dickson and spent the night. I'm so glad that we got to do that because I have a feeling that we wouldn't have that much time to spend with each other when my school starts. It was the best 24 hours ever spent with anyone and I'm glad it was with him. I realize that we're very lazy people. We're more content spending time in bed, huddled under the sheet and watching TV/WLIIA instead of going for dinner/breakfast. Austin Powers was on that night &amp;amp; he brought a season of WLLIA because he knew I wanted to watch it! That silly boy is so hard to wake up in the mornings okay. I had to wake him up like 5 times so that we could go get our complimentary breakfast. &amp;amp; that was the only reason why he woke up. Because it was complimentary. Hahahaha so cute omg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The fact that we got to spend that time together really brought us closer. I appreciate all the little things he does for me, even though I know I act like a bitch most of the time. I'd never forget that he's the first guy to buy me flowers because I was having a bad morning. Or the countless times he tells me he loves me even when I threaten to walk away. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love you, silly.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On a side note, I'm confused as to why things took such a turn but I always hope that it'll get better. But I honestly don't know what I did wrong, or maybe I'm just overreacting (&lt;i&gt;even though my gut tells me I'm not&lt;/i&gt;), so I'm just going to let things be and hope for the best outcome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Going for Bez's birthday party tonight. Not particularly excited because of the company, but socially obligated to go. Oh well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;/edit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe I do need to make new friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-7583892897945707685?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/7583892897945707685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=7583892897945707685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/7583892897945707685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/7583892897945707685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/08/progressive.html' title='Progressive'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-5534333921998643811</id><published>2011-08-17T23:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T00:14:35.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I realize I haven't blogged in almost a month! Oh dear. It's not like I've nothing to blog about, but I'm too lazy? Hehehe #procrastination &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well for the past month I've been spending as much time as I can with all my favorite people. Of course spending time with my boy. We've had our ups and downs but thankfully we always make the effort to sit down and talk about it. Yes I know I can be pretty high-strung, but props to him for not bailing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Work's been alright. Randee has started working at The Brownie Factory! Affectionately known amongst &lt;i&gt;Clique&lt;/i&gt; as TBF hehehe. I love how Whatsapp has brought us so much closer (: The amount of shit we talk about is astounding but it provides an excellent distraction from life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;School's starting soon &amp;amp; I'm really not looking forward to it. Everyone says "You don't have to worry so much! You're so sociable you can make a lot of friends." But I don't care to make anymore friends. I'm perfectly happy with those that I have &amp;amp; frankly I know I won't be able to find anyone better than them. I dread meeting new people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm clinging onto the hope that it'll come true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;as a woman i was taught to be hungry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;women are well acquainted with thirst&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;yeah, we could eat just about anything&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;we'd even eat up your hate like love&lt;/i&gt;" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-5534333921998643811?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/5534333921998643811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=5534333921998643811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/5534333921998643811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/5534333921998643811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/08/not-today.html' title='Not Today'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-667352011817744307</id><published>2011-07-21T00:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T01:04:46.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss You (Miss You)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't get over the fact of how tired I've been recently. Of course I'm the only one to blame since I've been sleeping at 2/3am despite having work at 9.30am. The boy can't get to sleep earlier either and it's also because of me. I should really start sleeping earlier. God knows I need the rest. My eyes keep twitching. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss my boy. Because of work &amp;amp; his school, we never get to see each other. The only available time we have during the week is Saturday. It's like he's in the army. Ugh I hate this. I want to be able to see him whenever I want. Or at least 3 times a week. Or live in the East instead of the West. Every time I see couples walking by or guys buying the heart shaped brownie for their girlfriends, my heart aches. We try to meet, but because of his stupid (incompetent) project group, the dates always get cancelled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I want to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Surprise him in school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Spend a whole weekend with him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. Cuddle in his bed while watching stupid chick flick movies &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. Fall asleep in his arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. Have our heart to heart talks that always make me feel better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6. Sit on the beach/Walk along the jetty at East Coast Park at night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7. Do something luxuriously sinful &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8. See him. All day. Every day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Life, please get better soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-667352011817744307?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/667352011817744307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=667352011817744307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/667352011817744307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/667352011817744307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-miss-you-miss-you.html' title='I Miss You (Miss You)'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-1080175258465680404</id><published>2011-07-09T13:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T13:20:06.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evidently</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know what? I really don't want to care anymore. So yes, conformity is the best option.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Forever grateful to Twin for providing me with much needed distraction a.k.a Jeffery Deaver. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;And then I felt sad because I realized that once people are broken in certain ways, they can't ever be fixed, and this is something nobody ever tells you when you are young and it never fails to surprise you as you grow older as you see the people in your life break one by one. You wonder when your turn is going to be, or if it's already happened&lt;/i&gt;." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's already happened for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-1080175258465680404?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/1080175258465680404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=1080175258465680404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/1080175258465680404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/1080175258465680404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/07/evidently.html' title='Evidently'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-4900310339010706688</id><published>2011-06-30T02:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T02:37:06.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fix You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been spending a lot of time with Darren + Yi Ci + Bez recently. Well I guess it hasn't really been a lot, but it just feels that way because we've hung out together for 2 straight days. That hasn't happened since school days so it feels long haha. We should do it more often because I do enjoy their company (: I just realised how fast time flies and I really don't want to think too much into the future but there's a high possibility that this might not last. So I want to spend as much time with them as possible before...well life happens. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's also great to have the boy back (: Can't wait to spend more time with him because we didn't really get to when he came back. Weekends are always so so precious (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today I got to spend time with Clique. Two of them are going off to Australia to study, and the other one might become an SIA stewardess. Sigh. I won't get to spend that much time with them anymore ): This would royally suck because these girls got my back and they always will. It'd just be harder when they're so far away ): Growing up really sucks ): I love how we are still as close even though we don't see each other every day. &lt;i&gt;Clique forever &amp;amp; ever.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Starting work again later. After not working for 2 days, going back to work really sucks. Maybe I'll get to lunch with Twin later since his work place is so near mine! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, heading off to bed! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-4900310339010706688?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/4900310339010706688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=4900310339010706688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/4900310339010706688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/4900310339010706688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/06/fix-you.html' title='Fix You'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-1634031127048434254</id><published>2011-06-27T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T00:21:13.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EK433/8.15AM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The boy will be back in 8 hours!!! That means when I wake up I'll get my morning text that I've missed dearly :D I'm so so so so so excited yay :D *boogies* Can't wait to spend time with him later too (: (: (: (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Played TF2 just now because Yi Ci finally downloaded it &amp;amp; Darren's teaching him how to play solly hehehe. Now Darren, Bez, Yi Ci &amp;amp; I can play TF2 together :D Awesome Possum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay I have to be up early later &amp;amp; MY BOY IS COMING HOME TO ME :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;SUPER EXCITED OKAY I LOVE YOU SILLY BOY (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-1634031127048434254?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/1634031127048434254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=1634031127048434254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/1634031127048434254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/1634031127048434254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/06/ek433815am.html' title='EK433/8.15AM'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-5513490885815789480</id><published>2011-06-25T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T22:44:05.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starlight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I went down to Uniqlo to try to find my jeans because I've heard rave reviews about them. The material is comfortable, but the jeans don't seem to fit me /: They were either too baggy at the bottom, or the color didn't suit me. So I got two pairs of jeans from Levi's because there was a promotion. $199.90 for 2! Of course I had to add another $8 because I had to do alterations. 2 pairs of Slight Curve Skinny Jeans will be mine on Monday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Speaking of Monday, the boy's coming home in the morning! I tried to change shifts so that I wouldn't have to work on Monday, but no one could take my shift ): But my boss was nice enough to let me off earlier, so I still get to spend time with him in the afternoon! He told me he wanted to surprise me with flowers. Silly boy. By telling me, it's not a surprise anymore! Hahaha (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you're reading this, please don't spend your money on flowers! They really are expensive&lt;/i&gt; /: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, (slighty less than) 34 more hours to go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-5513490885815789480?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/5513490885815789480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=5513490885815789480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/5513490885815789480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/5513490885815789480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/06/starlight.html' title='Starlight'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-8137567153227584375</id><published>2011-06-25T15:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T15:45:46.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thunder low &amp; Dixon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Woke up at 2pm today and I still feel tired. But I guess that's largely due to the fact that I slept at 5am this morning haha. I blame Bezner because he passed me a story to read &amp;amp; I had to finish it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Going to VivoCity later to buy my jeans. I need a new pair for work because I can't keep wearing my formal pants. But I hate buying jeans because they're always too long for me. When they're altered, they can't fit me. Idgi seriously. It's like I'm destined never to wear jeans -.- Also, Singapore's too hot to wear jeans ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Right now I'm itching to get a new pair of shoes. Shoes are probably my biggest weakness, after Chanel (which I can't afford). So I guess for now, shoes are my biggest weakness. I need new flats, because the ones I bought recently are wearing out. It's hard to find flats because my the width of my feet is pretty wide, but the size of my feet is small. When I say small, I mean kids size small. Which is why... I'm looking at Supras. Not because I'm sick of Converse, I love Converse. But I've already got all the colours I want, so there's nothing there for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 500px; " src="http://www.blacksheep.de/out/pictures/0/50181_dixon-chambray_blue_supra_vorn-seite_th.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Unfortunately, I can't get them because Supra doesn't ship internationally. Hurrah. OH WELL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2 more days, 2 more days till I can see my boy again! I can't wait :D &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love you &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; ♥&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-8137567153227584375?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/8137567153227584375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=8137567153227584375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/8137567153227584375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/8137567153227584375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/06/thunder-low-dixon.html' title='Thunder low &amp; Dixon'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-8104588741316341055</id><published>2011-06-25T01:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T02:03:47.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anticipation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wouldn't say it was a long day at work, but it was damn draining. Mostly because I had to do closing with my boss. Who is not exactly the nicest person to work with. Also, I had a minor break down and I still don't know why that happened heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the bright side, I got to webcam with the boy today :D He bought me a Harry Potter necklace from Movie World yay! So sweet heehee (: I'm so glad I got to see him (: Super happy! The weekend's here, so that means Monday is comingggggg!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cannot wait to see you, I really can't wait &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-8104588741316341055?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/8104588741316341055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=8104588741316341055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/8104588741316341055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/8104588741316341055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/06/anticipation.html' title='Anticipation'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-2557832924039277909</id><published>2011-06-24T02:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T03:10:15.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Need</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Where are you and I'm so sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;I cannot sleep I cannot dream tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;I need somebody and always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;This sick, strange darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Comes creeping on so haunting every time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;And as I stared I counted the webs from all the spiders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Catching things and eating their insides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Like indecision to call you and hear your voice of treason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Will you come home and stop this pain tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Stop this pain tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Don't waste your time on me you're already a voice inside my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(I miss you, miss you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Don't waste your time on me you're already a voice inside my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(I miss you, miss you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I do miss you, and I know that last night (because it's 2.47am now) wasn't the best night for us. We were both in the company of other people, so I guess in a way it was a little distracting. Part of me wishes it wasn't like that, but that's life right? I should be grateful that I got to talk to you for a little while, instead of not at all. I'm sorry I was a bit snippy for a while, but you honestly can't blame me when I knew there was a girl in your room. It's not that I don't trust you. I guess it's more of the fact that she gets to be physically next to you instead of me. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am glad that I received your emails, facebook posts/messages &amp;amp; the "goodnight" video which I thought was really sweet of you to do. So thank you (: I'm glad you're having fun, and in 3 days you'll be back in my arms. Which is what I want more than anything right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Time really flies. It's already Friday. It's the beginning of Friday, but still Friday nonetheless. Starting work at 1pm later, which is good. I really can't do 11 hour shifts every day. But I guess in July I really don't have much of a choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Got to meet Darren &amp;amp; Bezner today after work, which is always nice. I always love spending time with them and it never seems like we'll ever run out of things to talk about. Even when there are periods of silence, it is always comfortable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bradley Cooper said that his favourite sound was "&lt;i&gt;The sound of someone I love breathing&lt;/i&gt;", which I thought was a very wonderful thing for him to say. For me, I think my favourite sound in the whole world, is the sound of the people I love laughing. Not polite laughter, but uninhibited bouts of mirth. That is truly the sound I love the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Darren had to go for his cousin's birthday, so Bezner and I headed down to look for Kenneth. Vinodh joined us shortly after and we went for dinner at Chips. It's this bar near Hard Rock Cafe which I've completely fallen in love with. They don't play shit music like Justin Bieber. They play Deep Purple, A7X, Guns n Roses, Rage Against the Machine and many other bands that play that specific genre. Wimbledon was also playing on the telly, which was certainly an interesting contrast haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The silence at night is terrifying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-2557832924039277909?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/2557832924039277909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=2557832924039277909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/2557832924039277909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/2557832924039277909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/06/all-i-need.html' title='All I Need'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-561173871648716996</id><published>2011-06-22T00:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T00:59:38.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Distance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I promised him I wouldn't mope around, but I can't help it because I miss him ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's weird not being able to talk to him because we text constantly. Every night we'll wish each other good night and talk (sometimes) for hours when we can sleep in the next morning. Now, for the next week I won't get a chance to do that. I won't get the chance to hear his voice. I won't get the chance to see him walking towards me with that goofy grin on his face. I'm bummed. I'm majorly bummed. He's only been gone for 9 hours and I miss him so much ): I know it's only a week and I must be coming off as some sappy teenage kid but he makes me so happy. &amp;amp; now he's not here to make me feel happy ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This week is going to kill me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-561173871648716996?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/561173871648716996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=561173871648716996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/561173871648716996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/561173871648716996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/06/distance.html' title='Distance'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-7885605011920933072</id><published>2011-06-16T21:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T03:08:18.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At The Turn of The Tide</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Worked for 9.5 hours today, I want to die. Ally &amp;amp; Arun are awesome to work with. But Arun's leaving next week for Bali &amp;amp; Ally will be on leave for like... a month? Then I'd have to man the shop with the boss. ): ): ): ): DAMN SAD K. So if anyone wants to visit me, you better do it soon hahahaha. Or else I cannot entertain you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Learning how to do opening tomorrow. Have to be there at 9.15am. Oh well, it shouldn't be that hard. I've gotten pretty much used to how things are run and Arun said I'm catching on really quick so that's good. The boss dropped by today but was in a good mood, so yay! I've heard so many horror stories already, I'm so unprepared to work with her. Alone. ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, it'll be a short day tomorrow because I'll be done at 3pm! Going to spend as much time with the boy before he leaves for Australia next Tuesday )': But it's only for a week, so :D Next week's schedule at The Brownie Factory is also pretty short. 9.30- 3pm from Wednesday thru Friday! Possibly meeting Bezner on Wednesday to catch uppppp!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm so glad he's back from China/HK. He's like my number 1 best (guy) friend &amp;amp; I did miss him lol. I know I'm starting to sound dangerously like Hello Kitty (&lt;i&gt;high-fives to those who got that reference&lt;/i&gt;), but it's a totally different story. Apart from Benny, he's probably the only guy that I'm most comfortable with because he really knows me &amp;amp; accepts me for me. Also, I love Wesley as a brother hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Benny's probably reading this and feeling all sad now /: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;HI, I LOVE YOU OKAY DON'T JELLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't believe Bezner's going prawning hahahaha. I was laughing when he told me that &amp;amp; he was like "&lt;i&gt;Why can't I go prawning!!&lt;/i&gt;" So I said " &lt;i&gt;Because Ah Bengs &amp;amp; Ah Lians go prawning in their shorts &amp;amp; slippers.&lt;/i&gt;" To which he replied, "&lt;i&gt;Oh shit I'm wearing shorts and slippers&lt;/i&gt;." HAHAHAHA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, dinner time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-7885605011920933072?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/7885605011920933072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=7885605011920933072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/7885605011920933072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/7885605011920933072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/06/at-turn-of-tide.html' title='At The Turn of The Tide'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-4041528742301991656</id><published>2011-06-15T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T00:13:30.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics, Drama, Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've started work at The Brownie Factory and so far everyone's nice &amp;amp; that's great. I love having a nice working environment. It makes time pass by so much faster and we have fun. The girls I work with are really funny which is awesome. The boss is coming to check in on me tomorrow &amp;amp; I'm pretty nervous. She's known to be really strict, but I think I can pull it off. Then again she can't really expect that much from me since I've only worked for the past 2 days. But I know that's a wrong mindset haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The boy's been meeting me for lunch for the past 2 days, which is really sweet of him. Now that I've started work, we really don't get that much time together. So 2 hours a day is really all that we have. I really appreciate him taking the time out (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He just gave me a Black Physician's Procedure Mask in TF2 &amp;amp; I'm super duper happy because I've been wanting it for the longest time :D HEHEHEHE HAPPY GIRL IS HAPPY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't understand why some people are so childish. If they're unhappy with the way things are run, then do something about it. Don't be a keyboard warrior and bash people who are trying to make a difference. Yeah, maybe they're not doing it in the most tactful way, but when it comes to dealing with childish people there is no point using tact. If you want things to change, make the effort to make the change YOURSELF. If you think you can do a better job, then volunteer. Or else, keep your mouth shut or give some form of constructive criticism. The thing that annoys me the most? The fact that this thing is such a huge part of your lives and you have nothing else to fall back on but be trolls. Is your life really that dismal? Is it really that pathetic? Do you have no friends (other than the ones you know online) in your life? IS THIS REALLY ALL YOU CAN DO AND LIVE FOR? God, grow up. ALL OF YOU. IT IS SO SICKENING IT MAKES MY BLOOD BOIL EVERY TIME I HEAR SOME DRAMA UNFOLDING. The worst part of all? All of you, ALL OF YOU think that EVERYONE ELSE gives a shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, I love my boy for always understanding me (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now I'm going into Mumble because those boys always make me laugh. Highlight of my nights!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-4041528742301991656?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/4041528742301991656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=4041528742301991656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/4041528742301991656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/4041528742301991656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/06/politics-drama-love.html' title='Politics, Drama, Love'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-4499614017642749038</id><published>2011-06-05T19:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T19:41:33.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iridescent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When you were standing in the wake of devastation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When you were waiting on the edge of the unknown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With the cataclysm raining down, insides crying save me now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You were there and possibly alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do you feel cold and lost in desperation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You build up hope, but failure's all you've known&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Remember all the sadness and frustration&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And let it go, let it go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And in the burst of light that blinded every angel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As if the sky had blown the heavens into stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You felt the gravity of temper grace falling into empty space&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No one there to catch you in their arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do you feel cold and lost in desperation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You build up hope, but failure's all you've known&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Remember all the sadness and frustration&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And let it go, let it go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-4499614017642749038?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/4499614017642749038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=4499614017642749038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/4499614017642749038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/4499614017642749038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/06/iridescent.html' title='Iridescent'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-3525689804362232301</id><published>2011-06-02T01:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T01:39:43.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moon of My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This week I'm more appreciative and aware of the wonderful people in my life. I don't think I'll last long without any of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;M: Oh well, can't please the world right heh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;T: Of course you can't, &lt;i&gt;and no one expects you to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think we need more time. We'll always need more time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9dpIzDYhnZg/TeZ4Ud28dVI/AAAAAAAAASA/8p4yB_E0fMg/s320/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613306278571701586" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TOO MUCH METAL for ONE HAND.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really really love/want this shirt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-3525689804362232301?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/3525689804362232301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=3525689804362232301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/3525689804362232301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/3525689804362232301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/06/moon-of-my-life.html' title='Moon of My Life'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9dpIzDYhnZg/TeZ4Ud28dVI/AAAAAAAAASA/8p4yB_E0fMg/s72-c/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-5980915522024008227</id><published>2011-05-30T01:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T01:14:56.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1887</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Graduation was fun only because of my favourite people &amp;amp; I'm glad that part of my life is officially over. Went to Zouk on Saturday for Sogurt's First Anniversary party. Met up with D, R &amp;amp; E at Orchard MRT before going down to GWC. Rai kept asking me what number the bus to GWC was and I kept falling for it because I'm stupid &amp;gt;:( &lt;i&gt;NTS: SHUTTLE BUSES HAVE NO NUMBERS.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These girls never fail to make me laugh and we always have fun together. I love it (: Saturday was the first time we all went to a club together (&amp;amp; for most of us the first time ever to be in a club)! We didn't actually club anyway, so I guess that experience will come later or maybe never hehehe. I don't really fancy strobe lights &amp;amp; loud sounds, unless it's a rock concert. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Surprised G with her very belated birthday present &amp;amp; I'm glad she liked it! Every girl likes cold hard cash ;) Another surprise of the night was when the boy's ticket number won the grand prize in the Lucky Draw. It was LoveBonito hamper, so I basically do not have to shop for the next 4 months. Hehehe, my lucky charm &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went to have dinner with the boy at Botak Jones after the party &amp;amp; had lengthy conversations which I treasure (: It's times like these when I feel the closest to him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay maybe now it's the honeymoon period or whatever, but I miss him with a vengeance ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-5980915522024008227?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/5980915522024008227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=5980915522024008227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/5980915522024008227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/5980915522024008227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/05/1887.html' title='1887'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-4823692226649104694</id><published>2011-05-19T22:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T22:49:52.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've finally got the job at Prudential and it's pretty flexible so that's pretty sweet. I only have to work for 3 days a week &amp;amp; I'm getting paid $7/h haha. I'm such a slacker. But oh well, it's better than nothing, yes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went down to SIM today to hand in my application. I must say the university environment is very different. I got the feeling that everyone's pretty judgmental. I have no idea why. Weird huh? I foresee a lot of politics and drama. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, met up with &lt;i&gt;Clique&lt;/i&gt; to have the much long awaited picnic at Singapore Botanical Gardens. I don't know why I typed that out in full. But yes, finally finally got to catch up with my girls (: Erza just got accepted into Murdoch, which means she'll be leaving in July. We have to meet up again before everyone starts leaving ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've already lost most of the people that meant something to me. I can't believe I might actually lose you. Being seemingly not affected by it doesn't mean I genuinely don't give a shit. It's because I give too much of a shit which is why I can't properly express how much of a sucky feeling that piece of news gave me. You probably won't be feeling much if you read this (I'm guessing) because of happy pills or whatever. But I don't have that luxury, so I feel every damn thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-4823692226649104694?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/4823692226649104694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=4823692226649104694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/4823692226649104694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/4823692226649104694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/05/ive-finally-got-job-at-prudential-and.html' title='Reeling'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-8131985984345620880</id><published>2011-05-11T04:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T04:57:45.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss You More</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So here I am all by myself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thinking of you, nobody else&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There's a feeling inside and as hard as I try&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It just won't go away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Are you finding it hard all on your own&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Having to face each night alone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Knowing you are the one with the love that I need&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;amp; I miss you more each day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Can't wait to see you later (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-8131985984345620880?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/8131985984345620880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=8131985984345620880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/8131985984345620880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/8131985984345620880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/05/miss-you-more.html' title='Miss You More'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-4478543360854986504</id><published>2011-05-06T01:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T01:56:49.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>May You Have The Sweetest of Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/7421758/5468843180_df16ea7b1a_z_thumb.jpg?1298557542" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 200px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/7421758/5468843180_df16ea7b1a_z_thumb.jpg?1298557542" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just got off the phone with the boy &amp;amp; his cat's sleeping with him tonight. Sho kewt teehee :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-4478543360854986504?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/4478543360854986504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=4478543360854986504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/4478543360854986504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/4478543360854986504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-you-have-sweetest-of-dreams.html' title='May You Have The Sweetest of Dreams'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-462722727790474926</id><published>2011-05-04T00:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T00:44:43.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abysmal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Every day I'm reminded about how short life is. I'm also reminded about what a failure I am. Maybe my mom's right. I really am below average. Because as much as I try to prove her wrong, ...well I can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Be the change you want to see in the world." You know, if it were that easy, the world wouldn't be so messed up right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know why I bother. I really don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;/edit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes it takes just one person to make it all just a little bit better to bear. You really make me smile like a high school teenager in love. Which is just what we are. In love (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-462722727790474926?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/462722727790474926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=462722727790474926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/462722727790474926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/462722727790474926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/05/abysmal.html' title='Abysmal'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-8069572853546727040</id><published>2011-04-28T01:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T01:35:11.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mon Petit Chou-Fleur</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the way our hands always find each other when we're walking down the street. the way your arm falls lazily across my shoulders when you're tired. the way my head fits in the crook of your neck. the way you look at me when you know i'm about to get mad. the way you pull me close so that i can't walk away. the way your breath tickles when you whisper "I love you" against my neck. the way you kiss the top of my head. the way you smile. the way you always want to make me happy. the way you laugh like a little boy when i do something silly. the way you always assure me that i'm not that silly. the way you hug me when you know it's time to leave. the way you eyes look sad when i'm just about to say goodbye. the way your lips linger during the last kiss of our meeting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss you. I miss you. I miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-8069572853546727040?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/8069572853546727040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=8069572853546727040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/8069572853546727040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/8069572853546727040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/04/mon-petit-chou-fleur.html' title='Mon Petit Chou-Fleur'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-6208526306574313534</id><published>2011-04-24T14:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T14:18:59.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Young Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You really got to start fighting your own battles instead of whining to someone else about it. Let me remind you that the first shot was fired by you. &amp;amp; I bear grudges for a long long time. Ask anyone. I'm not a very forgiving person and frankly, you're not worth my forgiveness. You're right, nothing lasts forever. Especially what you love the most. You think every thing's all fine and dandy, but it's all a front. It has always been a front. I can't wait for the day when you realize that. Then you'll see how twisted you really are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, I've been bumming hard this past week because I'm not working anymore. Tried my best to spend most of my time with the boy this week. School term starts tomorrow which only means less time together. Sigh. We'll make time. "&lt;i&gt;Not seeing you for so long will make our next meeting special&lt;/i&gt;." (: Counting down the days! ilyvvm &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Congrats to Bezner who finally got his license! Meet up with Darren + Bez for lunch on Friday. Bez drove us to the airport. I'm very very proud of him because he's a safe driver hehehe. He forgot to put 500 Miles by The Proclaimers in his CD mix!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Meeting the loveliest people this week for guo tie in Chinatown! It's been a long time since all of us got together and went out. Chrystal's been in the states, Germaine was preoccupied with getting married,  Shem's in the army, the best friend (of all time) had exams &amp;amp; I was busy being happy with the boy (hehehe). BUT NOW CHRYSTAL'S BACK FOR A MONTH, GERMAINE'S MARRIED, SHEM DOESN'T HAVE TO GO BACK TO CAMP THIS WEEK, THE BEST FRIEND HAS TIME AFTER SCHOOL AND THE BOY HAS SCHOOL *inserts small sad face here* SO I'M VERY FREE. Can't wait hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm starting to feel tired. I feel it in my bones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-6208526306574313534?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/6208526306574313534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=6208526306574313534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/6208526306574313534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/6208526306574313534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/04/pretty-young-thing.html' title='Pretty Young Thing'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-6511902743003139691</id><published>2011-04-15T15:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T15:07:05.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Temptations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is too funny not to put up :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bezner: "There's this guy on the train that was talking very assertively, something about passwords and asking someone to come over early so he could run him through what he was going to do tonight. Then he said "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeah, so when you get aggro then you just frost nova them.&lt;/span&gt;" Here I thought it was about some business deal or something hahaha. The suit and tie helped the illusion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like Darren, if you ask me. Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been better, but the lovely friends around me are my pillars of strength.&lt;br /&gt;I'll pull through this, because of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-6511902743003139691?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/6511902743003139691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=6511902743003139691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/6511902743003139691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/6511902743003139691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/04/temptations.html' title='The Temptations'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-9544741585322117</id><published>2011-04-08T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T23:14:42.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Not Caring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Congratulations, you won. I have finally stopped trying. You are out of my life. Probably forever. But just remember, that when you realize that you lost your best friend, it was your fault. Don't you dare try to pin this on me. I have done my fair share of messing up, but this one, it's not my fault whatsoever."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-9544741585322117?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/9544741585322117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=9544741585322117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/9544741585322117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/9544741585322117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/04/art-of-not-caring.html' title='The Art of Not Caring'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-4797260105961572159</id><published>2011-04-08T14:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T14:34:16.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakeven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm falling to pieces, I'm falling to pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A terrifying thought struck me today and for the first time in my life I realized just how much I could lose. Sure, everything seems fine on the surface but people lie. They always lie. Some lie to get what they want. Others lie to protect those that they love. I'm sure we're all guilty on both counts. But sometimes when things matter entirely too much, do you then try to tell the truth? You see, the reason why we lie is because the truth always hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember having a conversation I was having with Yi Ci just before we were done with TEP. He said, " I wonder how long we'd last." I didn't want to think about it at first, but now I wonder too. I wonder when all this will slowly fade away. I wonder if I'll ever be ready to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-4797260105961572159?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/4797260105961572159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=4797260105961572159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/4797260105961572159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/4797260105961572159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/04/breakeven.html' title='Breakeven'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-3723967756914037688</id><published>2011-04-07T16:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T16:28:01.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;SMRT's so incompetent. Today's little fiasco still makes my blood boil, but no matter because I gave them a piece of  my mind. I'll be expecting a reply and a refund of my $2. Or there'll be hell to pay. Disgusting service, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the boy visited me for lunch and surprised me with a rose! When I asked him why, he said "Because I know you had a bad morning." So sweet omg heehee. He mentioned that my facial expression changed immediately when I saw him with the rose in his hand. Why wouldn't it! He makes me really really happy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dqdEac4dAg/TSz0ckHWsvI/AAAAAAAACok/VHAY2-cDYHs/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-01-11+at+%25E4%25B8%258B%25E5%258D%25884.20.44.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dqdEac4dAg/TSz0ckHWsvI/AAAAAAAACok/VHAY2-cDYHs/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-01-11+at+%25E4%25B8%258B%25E5%258D%25884.20.44.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Proenza Schouler wallet is so pretty omg. I want ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-3723967756914037688?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/3723967756914037688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=3723967756914037688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/3723967756914037688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/3723967756914037688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/04/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__dqdEac4dAg/TSz0ckHWsvI/AAAAAAAACok/VHAY2-cDYHs/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-01-11+at+%25E4%25B8%258B%25E5%258D%25884.20.44.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-7812262307166196311</id><published>2011-03-31T17:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T17:25:36.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Boys With Their Silly Toys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know I should be doing my work and really there is so much to do because of the Summer Blockbusters. Buttttt I want you guys to meet Gomok! :D (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He's going to kill me if he ever sees this&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6nkds05BZlM/TZRIUs0zrqI/AAAAAAAAAR4/AOwoR33MBP0/s1600/IMG_2770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6nkds05BZlM/TZRIUs0zrqI/AAAAAAAAAR4/AOwoR33MBP0/s320/IMG_2770.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590172557940862626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a troll, srsly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-7812262307166196311?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/7812262307166196311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=7812262307166196311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/7812262307166196311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/7812262307166196311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/03/silly-boys-with-their-silly-toys.html' title='Silly Boys With Their Silly Toys'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6nkds05BZlM/TZRIUs0zrqI/AAAAAAAAAR4/AOwoR33MBP0/s72-c/IMG_2770.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-1978181175555401860</id><published>2011-03-28T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T22:54:46.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wiz Khalifa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Applying for Uni is a bitch. There so many documents to find, fees to pay, forms to fill out, trips to make down to the campus. I'm so lazy I don't want to do it anymoreeee ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Started work at UIP again today. I'm glad JM was there to walk me through it again because I forgot how it was like working there. The long hours, the endless packing, late lunches, OT (forever OT i swear), events and more events. I don't mind the perks, but they really don't outweigh/balance out the amount of workload. The company makes up for it though (: They're all awesome people and I love how I can walk into their office &amp;amp; start gossiping about random people hahaha :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This stint at UIP might last a week longer than I expected because apparently I'm supposed to train the new intern. Meaning, my junior. I don't get along with DMSM juniors. I've never had a conversation with any of my juniors. I highly doubt that I'd like the junior who's going to intern at UIP, considering I know of the company she keeps. But if I stay a week longer, my pay will increase by $300+. Decisions, decisions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've also applied to be a Relief Teacher (Primary School level) because they pay you like money is free. $11/h is the minimum. That's crazy. I'm not even getting paid that much at UIP now. Also sent in my resume to Harry Elias Partnership. It's a law firm, so that should be pretty interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not going to bum until August (that's if I get into Uni heh). I'm also considering getting a cat/dog. I've always wanted a dog. But I don't want to torture him/her in a HDB flat. There's not enough space for it to run around and I'm not getting a freakin' chihuahua. So...I might get a cat. If I buy her (I always think of cats as female idk why), my mom can't kick her out. Her face will get scratched anyway. HAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, I spent tonight with Summer &amp;amp; Gomok :D Which was lovely because we haven't hung out in a while. It's funny how much things can change in such a short period of time. From my point of view, it's nice (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-1978181175555401860?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/1978181175555401860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=1978181175555401860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/1978181175555401860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/1978181175555401860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/03/wiz-khalifa.html' title='Wiz Khalifa'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-5364742325436247589</id><published>2011-03-19T23:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T23:10:59.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Joys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Had a great time today. Weighed myself &amp;amp; found out that I lost 1 kg without working out (hehehe chillin' like a bawse) Got my Hokey Pokey ice-cream fix from New Zealand Natural :D &lt;i&gt;Thanks sweetie (: Love you long time!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Met up with Shem + Bestfriend in town. It's been a while since we've gone out together &amp;amp; it was nice (: Cannot stop laughing with those two. &amp;amp; SHEM WAS SUCH A SWEETHEART BECAUSE HE PAID FOR MY KICKS FIRST :D I'm paying him back tomorrow, but stillll heehee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hXdeUUOEesQ/TYTGmL0vpFI/AAAAAAAAARw/V1OgDoxHH4A/s320/Nike%2BAir%2BRoyalty%2BMid%2BVT.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585807797157602386" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Check out my new kicks! So awzm :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, I really should stop spending so much money. Thank goodness I'm going to start work soon otherwise I will be flat broke! I WILL STOP SPENDING MONEY. I will I will I will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Can't wait to go to USS next Wednesday with &lt;i&gt;ohsketchedtape&lt;/i&gt; :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ALRIGHT I'M GOING TO ADMIRE MY SHOES AND GO TO BED YAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-5364742325436247589?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/5364742325436247589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=5364742325436247589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/5364742325436247589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/5364742325436247589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/03/little-joys.html' title='Little Joys'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hXdeUUOEesQ/TYTGmL0vpFI/AAAAAAAAARw/V1OgDoxHH4A/s72-c/Nike%2BAir%2BRoyalty%2BMid%2BVT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-2202711175725575497</id><published>2011-03-18T23:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T23:51:52.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For The Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eVAvWBgG_BI?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is so amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-2202711175725575497?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/2202711175725575497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=2202711175725575497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/2202711175725575497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/2202711175725575497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/03/for-soul.html' title='For The Soul'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/eVAvWBgG_BI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-477114617007331543</id><published>2011-03-16T03:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T03:36:10.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody's Perfect, But We Try</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But if he can make you laugh, then think twice. Hold on to him &amp;amp; give him the best you can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-477114617007331543?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/477114617007331543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=477114617007331543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/477114617007331543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/477114617007331543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/03/nobodys-perfect-but-we-try.html' title='Nobody&apos;s Perfect, But We Try'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-6312958951029604031</id><published>2011-03-15T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T22:15:41.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Victim of My Own Optimism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bummed out. That's the best way I can explain what I'm feeling (or have been feeling) for the entire day. I missed Bez's call to hang out today. Even though I did want to hang out, I couldn't bring myself to leave the house. Tired/Lazy/Not feeling too good. Have to crash his place soon, because I want to see his iMac hehe. But of course I do miss the boy &amp;amp; Wesley (: It has been a while, and it's finally okay to do this? Correct me if I'm wrong. But I do think it's okay (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally caught up with Season 2 of The Vampire Diaries. Elena is so annoying &amp;amp; I'm starting to like Jeremy/Bonnie (: Also, I pity Caroline. I don't think I'd mind being a Vampire. I already like drinking blood hahaha. Well, my own blood at least. Plus being able to block off emotions is tempting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First Love by Utada Hikaru is playing &amp;amp; I've forgotten how much I love that song! I think Mikoh introduced it to me when we were in Secondary 2? I can't quite remember. I miss Crescent. I miss &lt;i&gt;Clique&lt;/i&gt;. Life seemed simpler then. There was drama, but it didn't hurt that much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;When you're young, your whole life is about the pursuit of fun. Then, you grow up and learn to be cautious. You could break a bone or a heart. You look before you leap and sometimes you don't leap at all because there's not always someone to catch you. And in life, there's no safety net. When did it stop being fun and start being scary?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When did it stop being fun and start being scary?&lt;/i&gt; - I ask myself that everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, &amp;amp; you. "I want to see that live." That hurt, more than I'd like to admit. Because you almost had me fooled into thinking that it meant nothing. I should have known better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Going to fool around with my guitar now &amp;amp; try to forget what a mess my life's turned out to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-6312958951029604031?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/6312958951029604031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=6312958951029604031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/6312958951029604031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/6312958951029604031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/03/victim-of-my-own-optimism.html' title='A Victim of My Own Optimism'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-905405578011235974</id><published>2011-03-14T23:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T23:10:36.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven on Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really appreciate your company, because with you I'm different. With you, I'm happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-905405578011235974?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/905405578011235974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=905405578011235974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/905405578011235974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/905405578011235974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/03/heaven-on-earth.html' title='Heaven on Earth'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-7416263199160894049</id><published>2011-03-14T22:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T23:02:48.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Just No Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:LektonRegular, Monaco, 'Andale Mono', monospace;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s40lZSi9PCw/TX4tYj3i25I/AAAAAAAAARg/TiOVfpR9Ceg/s1600/Titanic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s40lZSi9PCw/TX4tYj3i25I/AAAAAAAAARg/TiOVfpR9Ceg/s400/Titanic.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583950487954316178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ww58iZ5HsUM/TX4tBiGcHOI/AAAAAAAAARY/CGRFXcjugIA/s1600/If%2BA%2BGuy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ww58iZ5HsUM/TX4tBiGcHOI/AAAAAAAAARY/CGRFXcjugIA/s400/If%2BA%2BGuy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583950092342926562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wmNf5Ntbics/TX4seDvlI5I/AAAAAAAAARI/ZsXzF1uD6Gw/s1600/Different.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 163px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wmNf5Ntbics/TX4seDvlI5I/AAAAAAAAARI/ZsXzF1uD6Gw/s400/Different.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583949482898563986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-7416263199160894049?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/7416263199160894049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=7416263199160894049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/7416263199160894049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/7416263199160894049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/03/theres-just-no-way.html' title='There&apos;s Just No Way'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s40lZSi9PCw/TX4tYj3i25I/AAAAAAAAARg/TiOVfpR9Ceg/s72-c/Titanic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-580956904695080702</id><published>2011-03-12T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T23:28:56.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Masquerade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm still trying to adjust my sleeping pattern. I feel so tired all the time, even though I'm sleeping longer hours. I'd be fine for a few hours and then my eyelids get so heavy. It's so exhausting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Something's not right. It's like a big change is about to happen, and it's going to affect everyone I love. Not in a good way. My sixth sense is never wrong. I don't like it. I'm scared. It frightens me. It's going to get worse, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hold you in the highest regard. I don't know why, but I do. Please, don't change. Don't be different. We've already been through that. To be honest, I still haven't quite bounced back. Dealing with loss is not my forte. I've always cared entirely too much, for my own good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-580956904695080702?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/580956904695080702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=580956904695080702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/580956904695080702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/580956904695080702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/03/masquerade.html' title='Masquerade'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-735929484586590331</id><published>2011-03-11T13:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T13:37:33.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality Is Better Than My Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello darlings, I know I haven't been blogging. Not that there hasn't been much to blog about, but I was in New Zealand for the past 3 weeks. I'm glad to be home (: I do miss the city. It's really true that there are more sheep/cows than people there haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Going back to UIP to work for a bit since JM's going to Taiwan! Yay I'm quite excited. It's a very busy period now because it's the Summer Blockbusters period. Omg I might get to do the promo for Morning Glory :D To be honest, after working in UIP, I don't think I'd actually mind Marketing. Hm, we'll see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't wait to meet up with everyone. I've missed all of you terribly! Going to USS (again) with &lt;i&gt;ohsketchedtape&lt;/i&gt; on the 23rd :D So excited okay you have no ideaaaaaa hehehehe. I've missed all my bitches! Have to meet up with &lt;i&gt;Clique&lt;/i&gt; soon, since Randee's leaving. But I think we can only do it next month since she's leaving on Monday ): It's been too long &amp;amp; I'm glad everything's back to normal (: Probably meeting Twin next week 'cause he's working at the IT Fair for the next 3(?) days. Maybe I'll surprise him hehehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, got to go eat my lunch &amp;amp; get ready for tonight! It's going to be wonderfully amazing (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-735929484586590331?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/735929484586590331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=735929484586590331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/735929484586590331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/735929484586590331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/03/reality-is-better-than-my-dreams.html' title='Reality Is Better Than My Dreams'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-3170634283005734323</id><published>2011-02-13T17:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T17:26:49.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silences That Never Are Awkward</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm still not quite grasping the fact that I don't have to wake up at 7.30am on Monday to go to school. There's no more school. It's a surreal feeling. Not that I mind :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We all need the break after going to school for 13 years of our lives. I can't wait to bum around (for a while) and sleep in late (I don't give a shit about my mother) and hang out with my awesome possum friends. Meeting the girls on Thursday to play L4D + eat sushi! I wonder how long this L4D craze will last. Maybe the next thing would be Counter Strike hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't think I'm going to miss NYP at all. I'll miss some people definitely, but not so much the school. It's not like and never will be like CGS. The people who I've remained friends for all 3 years are the ones worth keeping. I'm so glad to know who to trust and who to thrash. I've enough bullshit to deal with in my life, I'm not going to keep people around who are full of shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;School would have sucked majorly without G+Marl+Rai+Dea+Shar+Leila. Love all of them very very much (: Of course there're the boys, like Bez+Yi Ci+Faris+Marcus who never fail to make me laugh whenever I'm having a conversation with them. Of course that's just in MS0802. I haven't seen Twin+Idiot in a while, but they've always been there for me when times have been absolute shit and I'm grateful for that. Then there's YL+JM+PHG who made the Australia trip such a blast and hopefully we'll get together to play mahjong againnnnn :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, enough reminiscing! There's no need really. 'Cause when it's time to move on, the people who've always been there? They'll be moving on with you (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ciao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-3170634283005734323?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/3170634283005734323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=3170634283005734323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/3170634283005734323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/3170634283005734323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/02/silences-that-never-are-awkward.html' title='Silences That Never Are Awkward'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-374659905788533537</id><published>2011-02-01T16:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T16:55:35.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Stuff Your Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvfEqENmUkk/TUfKY2R1qyI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ldR3VES12pg/s1600/tumblr_lf691wNxA61qcdl1fo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 139px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvfEqENmUkk/TUfKY2R1qyI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ldR3VES12pg/s320/tumblr_lf691wNxA61qcdl1fo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568641992502913826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know some of the ugliest people in the world. Unfortunately, she thinks she's not. That's the thing I can't stand. I'm not saying I'm perfect. Hell no. I physically fought with my mom last night. How perfect does that make me? The important thing is, I'm not afraid to do it. I don't hide behind people and expect them to do my dirty work for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Stop being so "politically correct" (thanks for the quote, G) &amp;amp; grow a pair. If you want something to be done your way, you jolly well start the ball rolling. I can't believe that you'd actually have the nerve to do something like that. Sad to say, but I expected a lot more from you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You say that you can't believe such "ugly" people exist in this world. Well honey, take a good long hard look in the mirror. See that girl (you don't even deserve being called a bitch because you don't know how to be one) staring back at you? She's ugly as hell. She's so ugly that hell spit her right back out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This whole situation disgusts me. Stop with the fake smiles, fake thank you(s), fake stepping around people because you're afraid of a confrontation. If you're a bitch, then start acting like one. I know I am. I'm already proving my point. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You mess with my girls, you mess with me. That's the absolute bottom line. Do you want to know why I wasn't present that day? It's because I know if I was there, I'd be giving a tight slap across your face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, &amp;amp; your secret? Not a secret anymore. I'm not just talking about the one. I'm talking about everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know you love me, XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-374659905788533537?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/374659905788533537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=374659905788533537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/374659905788533537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/374659905788533537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/02/go-stuff-your-face.html' title='Go Stuff Your Face'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fvfEqENmUkk/TUfKY2R1qyI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ldR3VES12pg/s72-c/tumblr_lf691wNxA61qcdl1fo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-7740836390965223105</id><published>2011-01-26T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T00:34:42.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IN YOUR FACE, BITCH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lew3wclAkq1qf9edro1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 270px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lew3wclAkq1qf9edro1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So relevant right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-7740836390965223105?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/7740836390965223105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=7740836390965223105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/7740836390965223105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/7740836390965223105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/01/in-your-face-bitch.html' title='IN YOUR FACE, BITCH'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-937934001274198892</id><published>2011-01-22T18:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T18:17:34.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stick A Needle In Your Eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Once again, it seems like I can't do anything right. It's always failure after failure. Maybe this is just me. I have to accept the fact that I can't do anything right and I probably never will be able to. No one's perfect anyway. I just thought, that maybe I'm not that stupid. As it turns out, my mother was right. I guess mothers do know best. I'm not smart, not pretty (less than average as my loving mother puts it) and I'm short. Who'd want that? No one. Clearly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I shall return to Tumblr, where life doesn't seem so bad. Pathetic, I know. But what can I say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I failed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-937934001274198892?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/937934001274198892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=937934001274198892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/937934001274198892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/937934001274198892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/01/stick-needle-in-your-eye.html' title='Stick A Needle In Your Eye'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-7157020459363181708</id><published>2011-01-20T12:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T12:34:18.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day To Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Stay silent at least for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been a while since I've updated this space. I guess there's really nothing much to say. Or rather, there're too many things happening in my life right now &amp;amp; I don't quite know how to put it into words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've finally found stable ground after what seems like forever. To whoever who's been there (you know who you are), I love you &amp;amp; thanks (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;But more than anything, more than anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;You never need to carry more than you hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;And while you're out here getting what you're getting to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Yeah, this is my wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-7157020459363181708?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/7157020459363181708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=7157020459363181708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/7157020459363181708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/7157020459363181708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-to-remember.html' title='A Day To Remember'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-9065838557232401272</id><published>2011-01-08T00:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T00:04:24.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cobbler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.starstyleinc.com/christian-louboutin-very-prive-peep-toe-pumps-in-nude-pic9162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 393px;" src="http://www.starstyleinc.com/christian-louboutin-very-prive-peep-toe-pumps-in-nude-pic9162.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want these to wear for the wedding &gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-9065838557232401272?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/9065838557232401272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=9065838557232401272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/9065838557232401272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/9065838557232401272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/01/cobbler.html' title='The Cobbler'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-7115713784710683284</id><published>2011-01-03T23:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T14:10:38.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Your Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l5vi1rPl8j1qzirci.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 177px;" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l5vi1rPl8j1qzirci.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_le91b6YWy01qzfv21o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 304px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_le91b6YWy01qzfv21o1_500.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcsckgZqku1qagkw3o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 444px; height: 500px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcsckgZqku1qagkw3o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lefagfrVS51qbqbxfo1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 270px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lefagfrVS51qbqbxfo1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What I've been feeling for the past week. Torres + NPH in one post = full of win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-7115713784710683284?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/7115713784710683284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=7115713784710683284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/7115713784710683284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/7115713784710683284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2011/01/in-your-face.html' title='In Your Face'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-1619860571833317530</id><published>2010-12-26T15:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T16:06:12.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whispers of the Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do you remember me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I sat upon your knee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I wrote to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;With childhood fantasies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, I'm all grown up now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And still need help somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm not a child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But my heart still can dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So here's my lifelong dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My grown up christmas list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Not for myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But for a world in need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No more lives torn apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That wars would never start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And time would heal all hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And every man would have a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And right would always win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And love would never end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is my grown up christmas list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to watch Michael Buble live, but I don't have anyone to go with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-1619860571833317530?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/1619860571833317530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=1619860571833317530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/1619860571833317530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/1619860571833317530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2010/12/whispers-of-night.html' title='Whispers of the Night'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-3209449507037593058</id><published>2010-12-25T21:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T15:00:26.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whirlwind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Well, it's been quite the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've decided to take myself out of the equation, which is the reason why I wasn't present. It just didn't make sense to me to hash it out. I wasn't in the best of moods either, so I didn't want to say anything that I'd probably regret. After all, all we have at the end of the game is a lonely way out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's a big, bad world full of twists and turns and people have a way of blinking and missing the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'd like to remember the good ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;An apology is in order to all those that I've offended or angered this past week. Let bygones, be bygones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Remake, Reshoot, Restart.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So childish, seriously. I take it all back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It definitely doesn't feel like Christmas, but then again when has it ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've already forgotten the last time I had a good Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ldjqgxljnJ1qcc2cfo1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ldjqgxljnJ1qcc2cfo1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 205px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I wish I could do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Merry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-3209449507037593058?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/3209449507037593058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=3209449507037593058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/3209449507037593058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/3209449507037593058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2010/12/whirlwind.html' title='Whirlwind'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-6152891629853981471</id><published>2010-12-20T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T23:41:12.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressure the Hinges</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just spent time with some of my favourite people in the world &amp;amp; I'm very happy (: It's been too long and I really really needed this. So thank you. You know you who are (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess the only thing I can do right now is to take it one step at a time, yea? Also, watch all 6 seasons of SATC heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-6152891629853981471?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/6152891629853981471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=6152891629853981471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/6152891629853981471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/6152891629853981471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2010/12/pressure-hinges.html' title='Pressure the Hinges'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-1113431439016408707</id><published>2010-12-17T13:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T13:08:32.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knife Blood Nightmare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know what, seeing that really made me snap out of it. I mean what's the point of dwelling on the negative right? I'm doing so much better, (huge thanks to my girls) and I'm happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If that's the way things are going to go, then fine by me. I can handle it. It has happened before, and now it's happening again. I learn from my mistakes, obviously you don't. I thought you were different, I really thought you were. I've always put you on a pedestal because I thought you were special. That in some way, you deserved it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thank you for proving me wrong, that you're not better than the rest of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't wait to meet Twin on Monday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-1113431439016408707?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/1113431439016408707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=1113431439016408707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/1113431439016408707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/1113431439016408707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2010/12/knife-blood-nightmare.html' title='Knife Blood Nightmare'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-3151654775676239134</id><published>2010-12-11T00:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T00:35:50.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live The Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's really nothing much to say. But in a blink of an eye, everything's changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just want to say that I'm so grateful for all the people in my life who've been so supportive. Who always find ways to make me laugh. Right now, that's all I want to do. To laugh and be happy. I know it's easier said than done, but I don't really have a choice right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Things will get better, I know they will. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss Twin. I need to see him soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-3151654775676239134?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/3151654775676239134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=3151654775676239134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/3151654775676239134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/3151654775676239134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2010/12/live-change.html' title='Live The Change'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-7195539366683239837</id><published>2010-12-07T09:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T09:36:45.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Habit-forming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cracks. I see them everywhere. It scares me that it'll remain like this. No one else sees it, but me. Or maybe everyone does but they don't believe in it. We're walking on eggshells now, all the time. I don't know what happened, I don't know what went wrong. I don't even know if I want to know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well I've gotten really good at pretending that everything's alright. So I guess that's what I'll do. There's nothing much else left, is there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-7195539366683239837?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/7195539366683239837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=7195539366683239837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/7195539366683239837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/7195539366683239837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2010/12/habit-forming.html' title='Habit-forming'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-3010951986515920247</id><published>2010-12-04T21:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T21:39:39.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly Routine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm horribly horribly sick ugh. I haven't been this sick in...forever. Didn't go to school on Friday. Slept in, woke up, read LOTR, slept again. Can't quite remember Friday. Anyhow, still not getting any better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went to help Yacong do grocery shopping for tomorrow's farewell dinner for Sarah! We spent $144 at Giant. Bought an insane amount of food /: I hope everyone can finish it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've thought about it for the longest time. I can never make up my mind and I don't have the answers. I want to know the answers. I need to know. I don't know how much more I can take. This paragraph's full of "I"s. I should stop now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;BCWY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-3010951986515920247?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/3010951986515920247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=3010951986515920247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/3010951986515920247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/3010951986515920247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2010/12/weekly-routine.html' title='Weekly Routine'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-6297496513781890194</id><published>2010-11-23T23:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T23:39:34.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;LAST 2 WEEKS OF PRODUCTION *runs and jumps around room*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been a good run with my group &amp;amp; I'm so happy that there wasn't any drama. I wonder what I'd be doing for the 2nd stopover. Stupid draw lots system. Can die only! Please, please, please get a good group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Got back from "training" for the 93.8fm interview this Friday. Huge waste of my time ugh. It's not like I volunteered for this shit. Everyone's either gay/pretentious/too stupid to know what they're talking about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, B passed me Black Ops so yay! It's been fun so far :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now I'm really tired and I want to go to bed. K bai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-6297496513781890194?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/6297496513781890194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=6297496513781890194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/6297496513781890194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/6297496513781890194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2010/11/buang.html' title='Buang'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-8522874414678686998</id><published>2010-11-22T23:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T23:45:01.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma Watson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lc6zp41nga1qdnc7ho1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 485px; height: 429px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lc6zp41nga1qdnc7ho1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's the epitome of elegance and class &amp;amp; I love her so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-8522874414678686998?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/8522874414678686998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=8522874414678686998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/8522874414678686998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/8522874414678686998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2010/11/emma-watson.html' title='Emma Watson'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-3476381631399434223</id><published>2010-11-20T13:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T13:26:14.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are The Harry Potter Generation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;HARRY POTTER IS SO FANTASTIC :D This movie's so much better than the previous 2. I'm glad (in a way) that they didn't play up the deaths, I think it'd have been to hard to film. Even for them. Harry Potter's been such a huge part of our lives. When I mean "our", I mean the kids born in the 90's. This is why Harry Potter &gt; Twilight. I really like this quote by Andrew Futral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Harry Potter is about confronting fears, finding inner strength and doing what is right in the face of adversity. Twilight is about how important it is to have a boyfriend&lt;/i&gt;." &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't wait for July'11 to come now. I can't wait to buy the Harry Potter box set :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So anyway, today's the YSA's Thanksgiving dinner. I can't wait to see all my favourite people (: I guess it's been a while since we've all had the chance to mingle. The last "big" thing that happened was Convention. Which was in...September. Heh. Can't wait :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, &amp;amp; I still can't decide whether to get COD:Black Ops &gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-3476381631399434223?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/3476381631399434223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=3476381631399434223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/3476381631399434223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/3476381631399434223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2010/11/we-are-harry-potter-generation.html' title='We Are The Harry Potter Generation'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-6810485359188713684</id><published>2010-11-17T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T00:23:11.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterbeer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Having a day off from TEP is such a relief. I think we all really need the break. I've lost count of how many weeks have passed since the start, but we'd be done before Chinese New Year 2011 so I guess it's not that far off. Time definitely passes faster as compared to IPP. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Speaking of which, my old supervisor asked me to work for her when I graduate. I don't mind really, I mean I already know what to do. At the same time, I do want to try something different. Like become a mascot handler at USS or be a hotel receptionist at MBS. I don't know. But right now, I need different. Oh well, I guess time will tell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Watching &lt;i&gt;Harry Potter &amp;amp; The Deathly Hallows: Part 1&lt;/i&gt; tomorrow omg I'm so excited I don't even! It's going to be legend-wait for it-dary :D I can't wait I can't wait I can't wait I can't waitttttttt. I want school to fly fly fly fly fly by so fast like a G6. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There a couple more things I wanna do when I'm alive. (Sounds so ominous heh) I want to watch a NBA game, preferably Lakers vs 76ers. I want to watch a baseball game, Red Sox vs Yankees. I want to watch any All Blacks rugby game. I want to watch an entire season of EPL at all of the locations. I want to attend a Summer/Winter Olympics. I want to visit The Wizarding World of Harry Potter, Six Flags and Disneyland. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sponsers? Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-6810485359188713684?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/6810485359188713684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=6810485359188713684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/6810485359188713684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/6810485359188713684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2010/11/butterbeer.html' title='Butterbeer'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-2616904718605635413</id><published>2010-11-14T17:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T17:19:11.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happily Never After</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So B &amp;amp; Wes got their DSLR yesterday. They looked so happy playing with their new toy heh. B said that they took 374 photos that day. I don't remember them taking so many shots!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Twin came down after his Family Day to have lunch, which was nice (: I like how he treats Wes hahaha. It's extremely hilarious. I took (what I think is) a great picture of both of them yesterday, &amp;amp; I'm waiting for B to upload the photos heh. Went down to AFA after lunch to take a look at the cosplayers. Met Dee there! (: She keeps changing her hair tsk. No wonder it's so hard for me to locate her. She looks different every time I see her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chilled at Starbucks, &amp;amp; then went home. It was a good day (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;but i miss you, most of all. it scares me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-2616904718605635413?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/2616904718605635413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=2616904718605635413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/2616904718605635413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/2616904718605635413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2010/11/happily-never-after.html' title='Happily Never After'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-6547350487799003984</id><published>2010-11-12T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T02:22:29.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25th</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Maybe it's true, I can't live without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&amp;amp; I'm thinking two, is better than one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Time really flies. Had Sushi Buffet for dinner after what seemed like the longest time. Walked high and low because we couldn't settle for the travesty. *inserts mock shocked face here* Found out about clicking &amp;amp; doom/gloom. Baby bought me Chanel Nail Polish (&lt;i&gt;Orange Fizz)&lt;/i&gt; &amp;amp; I'm so so so happy because I love Chanel (over 9000)! Of course I totally intend to pay him back. As much as I love him, I want to own my very first Chanel product (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's looking to be a good weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-6547350487799003984?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/6547350487799003984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=6547350487799003984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/6547350487799003984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/6547350487799003984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2010/11/25th.html' title='25th'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-6123358799770040788</id><published>2010-11-11T16:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T16:26:15.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cosmic Love &amp; Hope</title><content type='html'>Your heart cares for nothing in return&lt;div&gt;And I'm just taking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taking you in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caught up in your smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm happy as a child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm still drowning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drowning in your love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You left me in the dark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the shadow of your heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-6123358799770040788?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/6123358799770040788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=6123358799770040788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/6123358799770040788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/6123358799770040788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2010/11/cosmic-love-hope.html' title='Cosmic Love &amp; Hope'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-448924306428862102</id><published>2010-11-09T10:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T23:43:30.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Only A Matter Of Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Our hearts combined like a neutron star collision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And then a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Boom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Shalaka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He's walkin' up to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Boom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Shalaka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He's starts talkin' to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Boom &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Shalaka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My heart skips a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Boom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Shalaka laka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Boom boom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know why, but this strikes such a chord in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Tell my baby girl that it's alright, I've sung my last song today. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We're not alone, don't leave this light on for me. I'm free.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-448924306428862102?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/448924306428862102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=448924306428862102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/448924306428862102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/448924306428862102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-only-matter-of-time.html' title='It&apos;s Only A Matter Of Time'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-2289680411066188768</id><published>2010-10-31T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T23:00:43.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Punkie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just came back from dinner at my grandma's. She was telling us stories about her childhood. Some were really sad to hear, and some were funny. She's so adorable. I'll really miss her when she goes. She has lead such an incredible life. When she was 11, she took her 4 year old brother and ran to Geylang to hide from the Japanese. Her family was staying at Redhill back then, and for her to take her brother all the way to Geylang...that's just amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Deb's back from the States, so we got to really catch up (: I do miss all my dearest cousins. They're like sisters to me. It'd be a long while before all of us can get together. So bummed about that ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now that Halloween's almost over, that means Thanksgiving is coming up! Bez's mom always throws the best Thanksgiving parties. I can't wait to go :D &amp;amp; &amp;amp; after Thanksgiving is CHRISTMAS!!!!!!! :D I love the Starbucks cups during Christmas :D Hehehehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh well, back to school tomorrow. Edwyna, bring Monopoly Deal pl0x!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-2289680411066188768?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/2289680411066188768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=2289680411066188768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/2289680411066188768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/2289680411066188768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2010/10/punkie.html' title='Punkie'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-4427120196247586671</id><published>2010-10-30T13:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T13:47:22.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Da Da Dun Diddle Un Diddle Un Diddle Uh Da</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had a fantastic time last night with my boys (: I don't know why I see them as my boys, but I do. &amp;amp; I love them to bits. Blasting 500 Miles &amp;amp; singing to it at the top of our lungs was so hilarious. Then there was the Darth Vader theme song hehehe. What a perfect way to end a Friday (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, I can't wait for Harry Potter &amp;amp; The Deathly Hallows: Part 1 to come out in theaters. I'm going to book the tickets as soon as they're available. I think I'm going to wake up super early to do that. So exciting omggggg :D I grew up with Harry+Ron+Hermione, and watching this is going to propel me back to my childhood. I can't wait I can't wait I can't wait! I'm so glad they made the decision to not do Part 2 in 3D (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fvfEqENmUkk/TMuw407DXUI/AAAAAAAAAQg/YmKS3JovKD8/s400/Harry+Potter+Shoes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I WANT THESE SO BAD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-4427120196247586671?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/4427120196247586671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=4427120196247586671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/4427120196247586671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/4427120196247586671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2010/10/da-da-da-dun-diddle-un-diddle-un-diddle.html' title='Da Da Da Dun Diddle Un Diddle Un Diddle Uh Da'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fvfEqENmUkk/TMuw407DXUI/AAAAAAAAAQg/YmKS3JovKD8/s72-c/Harry+Potter+Shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-7096632297557273057</id><published>2010-10-29T15:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T15:31:59.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because That's How It Starts</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"You're just a ragdoll, sewn together with memories that we might have had. I know you're just the dream inside of a dream. And don't worry, I know I don't know you. Anymore."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't wait this week to be over. 2 more hours to the weekend. Can't wait to spend time with my boys tonight (: &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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-7096632297557273057?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/7096632297557273057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=7096632297557273057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/7096632297557273057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/7096632297557273057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2010/10/because-thats-how-it-starts.html' title='Because That&apos;s How It Starts'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-5315856480854268760</id><published>2010-10-23T01:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T01:06:20.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Grown</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We all want to grow up. We're desperate to get there. Grab all the opportunities we can to live. We're so busy trying to get out of that mess, we don't think about the fact that it's going to be cold out there. Really freaking cold. Because growing up sometimes means leaving people behind. And by the time we stand on our own two feet, we're standing there alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-5315856480854268760?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/5315856480854268760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=5315856480854268760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/5315856480854268760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/5315856480854268760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2010/10/almost-grown.html' title='Almost Grown'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-3612411107436951586</id><published>2010-10-22T18:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T18:30:33.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lipstick Stains</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We're halfway through the first stopover of TEP. Time really does fly when you're in school. It's been great so far and I think I'd miss everyone here. Old School Delight's Sticky Chewy Chocolate Cake is fantastic! Eileen bought Happy Family &amp;amp; we played it when we were back in school. Jaryl kept asking Gloria whether she had Daughter Bone when he had it all along. Hahaha damn funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm at macs now, waiting to leave school. Deanna's whining to Gloria about some puzzle thing. She just said "Today doesn't feel like Fridayyyyy." I've got to agree with her. It really doesn't. B's playing with my iPod Touch. He's so cute. Tubby wubby bubu (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's so funny how your mind works, you know? I don't really quite know how to understand you. I guess I thought I could, but as it turns out I never really knew...well, you. I hate how this is so stagnant. Oh well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-3612411107436951586?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/3612411107436951586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=3612411107436951586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/3612411107436951586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/3612411107436951586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2010/10/lipstick-stains.html' title='Lipstick Stains'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-1048552608922261425</id><published>2010-10-22T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T00:15:16.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silver Wings</title><content type='html'>I was reading through my old posts and I realized that a lot has changed. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I miss my twin &lt;/i&gt;): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-1048552608922261425?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/1048552608922261425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=1048552608922261425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/1048552608922261425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/1048552608922261425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2010/10/silver-wings.html' title='Silver Wings'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-8041556168227807569</id><published>2010-10-21T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T23:59:35.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avalanche In Motion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think TEP is taking a toil on everyone. Adeline just flared up at Elizabeth today. This week, my group almost lost 3 videos. Fwah, panicked like shit but thankfully we got them back heh. But so far I think my group's progressing splendidly. So yay (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;B hasn't been having a very good week. It sucks to see him like this and it sucks more because I can't really do anything about it. I mean I could, but the way I'd approach it would probably make things worse. Hopefully things will run their (right) course &amp;amp; everything will be okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went for Sakura Buffet with Ed, Jas, Fiona, Raychelle, Andy, Bro &amp;amp; B today. Satisfied my craving for sushiiiii nomnomnom (Y) I think we took a lot of retarded pictures hahaha. I'm very proud of the video I took of Jasmine, our resident ah lian :D Hehehe, love you long time Jas! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Filming at Old School Delights tomorrow! I hope the lighting is a lot better than Strictly Pancakes. There aren't exactly that many dishes so I think we'd need a lot of shots. (G, I know you read my blog. Please remind me!)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I let my guard down and you caught me by surprise&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-8041556168227807569?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/8041556168227807569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=8041556168227807569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/8041556168227807569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/8041556168227807569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2010/10/avalanche-in-motion.html' title='Avalanche In Motion'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-6550883356693202819</id><published>2010-10-19T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T00:00:07.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Artist, The Musician, The Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY HAN :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have a great one and best of luck for your A's! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-6550883356693202819?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/6550883356693202819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=6550883356693202819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/6550883356693202819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/6550883356693202819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2010/10/artist-musician-friend.html' title='The Artist, The Musician, The Friend'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-6787729796915480507</id><published>2010-10-16T16:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T16:44:43.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn The Other Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;How do I live without the ones I love?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Time still turns the pages of the book it's burned&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Place and time always on my mind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And the light you left remains but it's so hard to stay&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;When I have so much to say and you're so far away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;//&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wishing the clock could stand still, the world can wait.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wasting away once again, once lived as friends.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;As time passes by, regrets for the rest of my life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The ones who I confide were gone in the black of the night.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Never will I forget you, and all the memories past.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;So rarely I get to see your face.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Growing I looked to you in guidance.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;We knew that time would kill us, but you're still so close to me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-6787729796915480507?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/6787729796915480507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=6787729796915480507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/6787729796915480507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/6787729796915480507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2010/10/turn-other-way.html' title='Turn The Other Way'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-3950698363974336654</id><published>2010-10-14T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T21:28:37.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Danger Line</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have my own take on things, you have yours. There is absolutely no need to shove your opinion in my face and expect me to feel guilty about my own. How childish can you get? It's not like this is the first time, and I know it won't be the last. But what can I do right? To each their own. Whatever floats your boat, honey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Please don't expect me to give a shit, when you never replied my messages. You think that you can just walk in and out of my life whenever you want. I hate that. But you know what I hate most of all? I hate that I let you, and I hate that I care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"&lt;i&gt;I am convinced that no one loses anyone, because no one owns anyone. That is the true experience of freedom: having the most important thing in the world without owning it.&lt;/i&gt;" &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-3950698363974336654?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/3950698363974336654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=3950698363974336654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/3950698363974336654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/3950698363974336654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2010/10/danger-line.html' title='Danger Line'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-616032220925255993</id><published>2010-10-13T23:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T21:30:29.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lean With It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know, I'm stuck between the person I am, the person I want to be and the person I'm becoming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't know what to do.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-616032220925255993?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/616032220925255993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=616032220925255993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/616032220925255993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/616032220925255993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2010/10/lean-with-it.html' title='Lean With It'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-5615405535759035517</id><published>2010-10-12T02:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T02:21:03.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HAPPY 2ND ANNIVERSARY BABY (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've grown so much during our time together (&amp;amp; apart). I have only you to thank for helping me become a stronger person these past 2 years. You're so wonderful &amp;amp; I love you forever (: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-5615405535759035517?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/5615405535759035517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=5615405535759035517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/5615405535759035517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/5615405535759035517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2010/10/24th.html' title='24th'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-5588257962062698919</id><published>2010-10-09T13:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T13:16:19.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch &amp; Release</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Met up with Keith on Wednesday 'cause I knew he was having a bad week. I've missed that boy! It was great catching up with him again (: Took the train down to Nicoll Highway with B &amp;amp; then headed down to Plaza Sing for dinner. Keith's favourite pesto from Pastamania has been scrapped from the menu and I know he's bummed about it. I guess it helped that there was a hot girl sitting diagonally across him haha. Walked around to find materials for the Halloween shoot &amp;amp; collect tickets for Vienna Boy's Choir before settling at Cafe' Cartel for 9pm dessert! Had an intense discussion about Emma Watson vs Ellen Page, &amp;amp; I still stand by my lovely Emma. Girl crush forever, Ellen cannot compete. Our conversations always crack me up, and those 2 boys are so special to me (: I hope we can do this again, soon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Twin came by school on Thursday, which was a lovely surprise. I completely didn't expect it, so it definitely made my day (: Did the Halloween shoot later which was a ton of fun. I love all my girls (: They make TEP worth going to. G &amp;amp; I decided to follow Bro for the TNP New Face Finals as part of an "adhoc project". It was hilarious, but I know Bro wished he brought Faris instead. Heh, apologies my friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vienna Boy's Choir yesterday was fantastic!! The boys are so adorable, can die. The high notes that they hit send shivers down my spine. I don't know any girl who can hit those high notes. Crazy fantastic. B &amp;amp; I made a pact that the next time we watch something at the Esplanade, it'd be a musical (: There was some outdoor dance class thing and it was teaching couples how to do the Waltz. We tried to follow for a while hahaha. Friday was wonderful (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alright, FRIENDS time :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-5588257962062698919?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/5588257962062698919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=5588257962062698919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/5588257962062698919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/5588257962062698919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2010/10/catch-release.html' title='Catch &amp; Release'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-8400484741863642211</id><published>2010-10-05T22:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T23:03:42.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When It Means Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I like coming home now because I have the entire box set of FRIENDS to watch. FRIENDS always, always makes me happy (: I love how Ross &amp;amp; Rachel are meant to be together, I hate it when they're apart, I love watching Chandler grow into the man that Monica loves, Joey never fails to crack me up &amp;amp; Phoebe's so quirky she's adorable. I'm glad I have &lt;i&gt;Clique&lt;/i&gt;, now we need the guys! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We ordered Sarpino's pizza for lunch today yay! I'm so sick of the food in school. We need to do this more often :D Ran with B at the stadium today. I hope it's going to be a weekly ritual because God knows I need the exercise. Project Marion - Lose Weight has commenced! Might be running with Ed tomorrow, we'll see (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Going to watch Vienna Boys' Choir on Friday with B! Super stoked :D I watched them a couple of years back when they were in Singapore and they are so unbelievably fantastic. I'm ready for some ear (&amp;amp; eye) candy :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm wanting some Krispy Kreme donuts right about now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-8400484741863642211?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/8400484741863642211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=8400484741863642211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/8400484741863642211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/8400484741863642211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2010/10/when-it-means-everything.html' title='When It Means Everything'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-460250321281108395</id><published>2010-10-03T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T23:43:30.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing My Only Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well it's been quite the week. Met Malcom on the bus on the way to MDA &amp;amp; had a nice chat with him at Starbucks while waiting for the rest of the class to arrive. He's such a sweet guy (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I want to do so many things. I want to ride a gondola in Venice, I want to watch musicals in old theaters in London. I watched Les Miserables there &amp;amp; it blew my mind. I want to walk out to my balcony and see the ocean. I want to be able to go to Mauritius and getaway from the world. I want to sit down with my friends &amp;amp; laugh until I cry. I want friends, like FRIENDS. Sigh, what's a girl to do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss a lot of people ): I miss&lt;i&gt; Clique&lt;/i&gt;. I miss Twin. I miss Benji. I miss Bryden. I miss Keith ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-460250321281108395?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/460250321281108395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=460250321281108395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/460250321281108395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/460250321281108395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2010/10/losing-my-only-dream.html' title='Losing My Only Dream'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-3271955016083872070</id><published>2010-09-30T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T00:00:01.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STINKY BANANA :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAREST EDWYNA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you so much for being there for me (: We've grown a lot closer during internship (the irony), &amp;amp; I'm so grateful that you're always there to listen. Be the strong girl I know you are and everything will work out. Love you very very much &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-3271955016083872070?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/3271955016083872070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=3271955016083872070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/3271955016083872070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/3271955016083872070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2010/09/stinky-banana-d.html' title='STINKY BANANA :D'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-1155864325648407790</id><published>2010-09-29T16:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T16:45:08.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buried Alive</title><content type='html'>Take the time just to listen&lt;div&gt;When the voices screaming are much too loud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take a look in the distance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Try and see it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-1155864325648407790?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/1155864325648407790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=1155864325648407790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/1155864325648407790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/1155864325648407790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2010/09/buried-alive.html' title='Buried Alive'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-3707230247525807282</id><published>2010-09-28T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T00:08:54.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything, anything and not have a problem with the silence in the middle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went to Ice Edge Cafe @ Kovan to film Chomp Chomp Campus. It was good fun and we left the place feeling extremely full because they gave us 7 dishes to film/eat. I love the chocolate lava cake &amp;amp; the vanilla ice cream is fantastic. Fish &amp;amp; Chips were awesome too! Go check the place out. It's a nice place to relax because it's not crowded and they play good music. Which is a huge plus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm glad we talked it out. We've actually never done that before and I feel like we're so much better because of it. I promise I will try to tell you how I feel. The only reason why I hesitate/leave it be is because I'm afraid of what you'd think of me. I'm sorry I didn't tell you that just now. I (&lt;i&gt;think&lt;/i&gt;) you read this space? So I hope you understand. Yes, you can be quite the jerk. But like I said, I'll love you all the same (: I hope we can meet soon. I miss you quite terribly &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(24, 24, 24); line-height: 13px; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-3707230247525807282?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/3707230247525807282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=3707230247525807282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/3707230247525807282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/3707230247525807282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2010/09/everything-anything-and-not-have.html' title='everything, anything and not have a problem with the silence in the middle'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-1096289190999524943</id><published>2010-09-26T22:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T22:09:29.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scuderia Ferrari</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;GO TEAM FERRARI!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alonso came in first! I'm proud of Massa holding strong at P10 (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; HAMILTON SUCKS HAHAHAHAHAHA SUCKAAAAAA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-1096289190999524943?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/1096289190999524943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=1096289190999524943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/1096289190999524943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/1096289190999524943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2010/09/scuderia-ferrari.html' title='Scuderia Ferrari'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-5228594077689354236</id><published>2010-09-26T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T21:44:10.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because without the work, it wouldn’t really be worth it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(24, 24, 24); line-height: 13px; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: 1px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Everything you do, everything you touch and everybody you talk to let alone see, has left a mark.&lt;/strong&gt; No matter how big nor how small, everything that has crossed our path at one point has surely affected us in a particluar shape or form, and we’ve affected that thing as well. Whether it be physically or mentally the collision between that object, person or event and you has left a piece of itself or themselves within us. You may not realize it at first because the significance seems small; the mere thought of it is too vague to comprehend, the particles too diminutive for the naked eye to see straight-forward, but it’s there. The change and mark is there and the mere thought slips through our minds everyday. Our surroundings have been all affected by us and whatever we do to it will forever leave a mark. Good or bad.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-5228594077689354236?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/5228594077689354236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=5228594077689354236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/5228594077689354236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/5228594077689354236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2010/09/because-without-work-it-wouldnt-really.html' title='Because without the work, it wouldn’t really be worth it.'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-5305400507154716758</id><published>2010-09-24T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T22:56:50.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the more you know, the more you realize you know nothing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;TEP was fun today. Hilarious videos were made, horror stories told and of course the rushing out of scripts at the end of the day. The people really make school worth while to go to &amp;amp; I hope it stays that way. We could all do without the drama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It makes me happy &amp;amp; sad at the same time. Knowing what could've been if different choices were made. Of course, I'd never know for certain because I'll never have the guts to ask. Sometimes, the not knowing is so much better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fvfEqENmUkk/TJy79PoZz5I/AAAAAAAAAQY/IiRSqN0wZtI/s400/Eve+Ensler.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-5305400507154716758?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/5305400507154716758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=5305400507154716758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/5305400507154716758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/5305400507154716758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2010/09/tep-was-fun-today.html' title='the more you know, the more you realize you know nothing.'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fvfEqENmUkk/TJy79PoZz5I/AAAAAAAAAQY/IiRSqN0wZtI/s72-c/Eve+Ensler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-3439089991801694332</id><published>2010-09-22T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T23:57:35.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Actually, I Can</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saosin's been on repeat lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We finally settled on the place that we're going to feature of Chomp Chomp Campus which is great. Now I can get started on my script. I haven't written one for so long, I think my writing skills are shot to hell. I agree with Yi Ci, no standard already. Die. Scripts have to be done by the end of this week. Planning to complete mine tomorrow. I can do it I can do it *mantra*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know the feeling you get when things are falling apart? I'm very familiar with that feeling. I don't really care if I'm being paranoid, but my intuition has never been far from the truth. It's just a matter of time before things really start to go downhill. I'm just waiting for it to happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But for now, you know, smile. Pretend like everything's okay. Because at the end of the day, no one really gives a shit about anyone but themselves. Hoorah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"It's hard for the one who leaves. But it's harder for the ones left behind."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-3439089991801694332?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/3439089991801694332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=3439089991801694332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/3439089991801694332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/3439089991801694332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2010/09/actually-i-can.html' title='Actually, I Can'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-2778888725270002441</id><published>2010-09-20T22:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T23:59:18.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Unforgettable</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saturday was a fantastic day because I got to see &lt;i&gt;Clique&lt;/i&gt;! Met up with Randee &amp;amp; Xueli at Causeway Point where Randee cut bangs! Super cute :D Then we made our way to the bus interchange where Xueli headbutted a guy and it was SO FUNNY omg. Randee &amp;amp; I couldn't stop laughing. Randee read the directions that Erza gave her wrongly, so we ended up taking the wrong bus. I walked into a door in Erza's house thinking that the room was just dark. So many embarrassing moments in one day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The food was fantastic &amp;amp; Erza's house is damn gorgeous (: Her niece is super cute &amp;amp; extremely hyper. We all love her. I think we'd adopt her if we could! She has a little dance routine to Justin Bieber's Baby. If you ask me, I might show you hahaha. Damn adorable. She also appreciates Michael Jackson though, so I think we're safe! We stayed till about 11pm just talking. I really really love &lt;i&gt;Clique&lt;/i&gt;. There's no one like them &amp;amp; being with the people you love is just lovely (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sunday was a great day too because I got to meet Bus 1 people at the fireside! We always crack each other up &amp;amp; with them I feel ridiculously happy. Caught up with Hyrum, the army boy, after he got back from Thailand. I think the boys really have changed since they've gone into army. It's not a bad thing (: I do enjoy listening to the army stories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today's the first day of TEP. Time flew by so fast! So different from IPP. I like my group &amp;amp; I'm glad we all have good chemistry. Here's to a great 1st stopover &amp;amp; 10 weeks of production! It's really nice to be back in school with MS0802. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;California Girls is stuck in my head right now because of Eileen &amp;amp; Elizabeth singing and dancing in school. "Daisy dukes bikinis on top!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-2778888725270002441?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/2778888725270002441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=2778888725270002441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/2778888725270002441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/2778888725270002441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2010/09/were-unforgettable.html' title='We&apos;re Unforgettable'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430195597666561683.post-6827766572870028117</id><published>2010-09-18T15:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T15:38:14.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DJ Got Us Falling In Love Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;BIG FAT LOVE TO &lt;i&gt;CLIQUE&lt;/i&gt; I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE THEM LATER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't wait to see all of them. I miss them so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday marked the last day at UIP for me. Went back to work because I had to handover to JM &amp;amp; I had so much fun :D She's really damn blur can't take it hahaha. But big thanks to her for helping me with my logbook making. Omg we laughed so much can die. I don't remember having that much fun during internship. We ended the day by calling each other Schmuck. She's the bigger schmuck!!! I forsee getting calls from her during the duration of her IPP hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Good luck JM (: Love you la schmuck!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was looking through the Convention photos &amp;amp; I'm so glad I've got Benji (: Hi best guy friend in the whole world, I love you very much okay? (: With you I'm always comfortable&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430195597666561683-6827766572870028117?l=kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/feeds/6827766572870028117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430195597666561683&amp;postID=6827766572870028117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/6827766572870028117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430195597666561683/posts/default/6827766572870028117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaleidoscopeye.blogspot.com/2010/09/dj-got-us-falling-in-love-again.html' title='DJ Got Us Falling In Love Again'/><author><name>Marion Tan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11056411427890979402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e556Kvr3rbk/Tyk8-77lg8I/AAAAAAAAAVI/-kk8tEBtRKs/s220/Too%2BMuch%2BMetal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
