<?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-6131901</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:51:33.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>solitude</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>143</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-6539801620638398582</id><published>2007-02-17T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T15:35:25.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello everyone,if xinyun didnt remind me on the tag, i would have forgotten to blog.time to move on.i'm shifting. email me to ask for the new address.if you are still interested that is and if your friends want to know then, yea.meantime, happy chinese new year and study hard for Os (for the sec 4s) and stop slacking you sec 3s.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/6539801620638398582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/6539801620638398582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#6539801620638398582' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-255668745199844723</id><published>2006-11-26T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T20:20:26.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i thank God...-i am not a full-pledged pe teacher. otherwise i'll die in the sun each year due to sports day. one day of being a pseudo pe teacher is enough. by that you know i love my orange pe teacher shirt and track shoes. sports day is finally over.-tmr i got no paper so that i can mug in the lib. sigh, i know i am a chao mugger. hello..-i got a headache now so that i'll stop thinking abt the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/255668745199844723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/255668745199844723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#255668745199844723' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-3655566781931225781</id><published>2006-11-24T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T18:35:24.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i almost forgot i got a blog!that shows how busy i have been. this has been a tiring but fruitful term. and the fruit of my labour will be seen soon.after the nxt 2 weeks of exams that is. then it's off to kuantan with the group, and then youth camp, followed by his bdae. oh yes, huge plans for his 21st!!! of course, corrinne may's concert!thank God the boy got the tickets! yayness.. would be so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/3655566781931225781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/3655566781931225781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#3655566781931225781' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-115963121858905420</id><published>2006-09-30T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:54.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay, granted the following might sound mushy but.i love him to bits.and i know i have been waiting and praying for him because he's absoutely the sweetest to me and accommodating my weaknesses and faults. i know in time to come he will discover more of my imperfections and it would be tests for us to go thru.but for now, i really thank God for revealing him to me because i know He has given me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/115963121858905420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/115963121858905420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115963121858905420' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-115885115664002457</id><published>2006-09-21T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:54.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my boyfriend is really silly.but i like. :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/115885115664002457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/115885115664002457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115885115664002457' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-115714102147736263</id><published>2006-09-02T04:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:54.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>to my friend who has always been with me, thank you.The Birthday Song(by Corrinne May)Don't worry about that extra lineThat's creeping up upon your faceIt's just a part of nature's way to say you've grown a little moreTrees have rings and thicker branchesKids shoes get a little tighterEvery year we're getting closer to who we're gonna beIt's time to celebrate the story of how you've come to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/115714102147736263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/115714102147736263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115714102147736263' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-115297214763582185</id><published>2006-07-15T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:54.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IF YOU ARE FREE ON 29th JULY 2006,i want to invite u to ONE BIG DAY!!it's big on fun, big on games, big on music and many more!and because YOU are my student, i'm going to give YOU free tickets (worth $10 each) and a chance to win SONY PSP, IPOD NANO, IPOD SHUFFLE!and if we have enough people, i'll charter a bus to bring YOU guys and gals over to East Coast where the event's held.call/email/tag </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/115297214763582185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/115297214763582185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115297214763582185' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-115233028271501408</id><published>2006-07-08T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:54.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>White SpacesAphasia, I forgot how it feels like to speakAmnesia, I forgot how it feels like to rememberPast hopes, dreams and conversationsthat surrealism may best speak of.I walk down the road less travelledwhere the moon that followeth as companionThe shining stars spoke good of youMy mind was blank.You are still the same, yet different.*feeling a little poetic this morning.suddenly i was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/115233028271501408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/115233028271501408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115233028271501408' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-115229933900075548</id><published>2006-07-08T03:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:54.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>been quite a while since i blogged. just came back from supper. this time round with J and D and ming. my ming.sometimes i wish i still can say that. but that's not the point.anyway, i may not be able to face him totally but soon. soon i'll be able to talk to him in a more friendly manner.it was fun to do the LE3 stuffs. and esp to play with Isaac and Joy! they are so adorable and loveable! heh </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/115229933900075548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/115229933900075548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115229933900075548' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-115115673620276302</id><published>2006-06-24T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:54.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i guess i'm super confused now. maybe it's my fault for not informing the revelant authorities that i'm not coming for arts campso the question is, am i or am i NOT in arts camp as councillor???and the funniest thing is i called the house mistress' number and it appeared to be one of the students' numbers!okay, this is very freaky hurhur?need to wait for that benedict guy to get back to me.that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/115115673620276302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/115115673620276302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115115673620276302' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-115047670718302765</id><published>2006-06-17T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:54.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whoa, i didn't notice i haven't blogged for such a long time!been really busy. let's see, church camp, meet-ups with various ppl, holding 3 jobs. whoa..job#1 is sth i never done before. difficult but not impossible. i believe i'll get better as the days go by. job #2 is sth which ive been doing since j1. easy, but this time round, it's different standard. haven't taught pri sch for a long time. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/115047670718302765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/115047670718302765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115047670718302765' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-114906258682171160</id><published>2006-05-31T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:53.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>time passes when u are busy. havent realised that i havent blogged for a long time! busy with filling up forms for the ministry, getting cloth for the skit and going down for rehearsals with the girls and of course, working.i will not say where i'm working though. but it's a fun place. made some friends during the training class.. fun fun fun! but well, time to get down to in-store training once </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/114906258682171160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/114906258682171160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114906258682171160' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-114835964337842795</id><published>2006-05-23T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:53.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>realised i havent been updating. alot has been happening and i have no idea where to start narrating.the camp and campfire was great. so much fun to watch them play soccer. guys will always be guys. traditions that are passed down from one generation to another unites them. the unifying factor? Soccer. He can play soccer until he forgot that i was waiting for him.you might see me eariler than you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/114835964337842795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/114835964337842795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114835964337842795' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-114788667778007287</id><published>2006-05-18T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:53.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>7 years ago, i looked up to him (because he's always on the second level giving announccements)7 years later, i look at him, eye level.it's amazing. i never thought i would get a chance to work with him. well, coz there's 3 years gap between us. no way we would meet.but recently i had the chance to hang out with him, talk, laugh and work along beside him, listen to his crapping and serious </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/114788667778007287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/114788667778007287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114788667778007287' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-114762360758969621</id><published>2006-05-15T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:53.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>be of good cheer.for those who believe, be of good cheer. He has overcome the world.it's light affliction as compared to what He bore for you and I.God puts you in His fire to refine you. to make you more like Him.but first, ask yourself, are you doing things your own way, superimposing it on God, passing what you want to do as what you think God wants you to do.or are u willing to carry the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/114762360758969621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/114762360758969621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114762360758969621' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-114692925304854957</id><published>2006-05-06T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:53.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went to rally on friday and it's really an eye-opener.  i got no words to describe..politics' interesting. and i say sociologists may become good politicans.haha.lemme continue watching the results.from next week on, i'm going to concentrate on project C and doing the math notes for my prospective tuition kidsanyone needs math tuition, please do not hesitate to call me.i am a certified emath and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/114692925304854957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/114692925304854957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114692925304854957' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-114673108506679236</id><published>2006-05-04T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:53.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well, a trip down the memory lane. for starters, i fished out the diary which i kept when i was in sec 1. gosh! that's like 7 years ago! it's amazing how much i have grown.. and reading what i wrote is like reading some of the students' blog! just that my time we din have internet.. wait, my time we had irc! i dun think anyone goes there anymore..anyway, as i was saying.. sec 2 &amp; 3 were THE years</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/114673108506679236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/114673108506679236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114673108506679236' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-114667265268289122</id><published>2006-05-03T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:53.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's a conflicting feeling. you desperately want a break from school, you can't wait to be able to wake up at 11am everyday, watch tv, play game, dinner, more tv and online and hit the bed at 2am.what a bum!although i don't indulge in such a lifestyle as aforementioned, i think i'm getting too sluggish for my own good.so i have decided to be domesticated. i'm going to be a housewife for the next </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/114667265268289122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/114667265268289122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114667265268289122' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-114657162304067348</id><published>2006-05-02T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:53.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it is finished.my first year as an undergraduate.hello 3 months holiday!i felt a sense of loss when i handed the paper an hour ago. yes my paper ended at abt 7pm. coz it was an evening paper. it was a dread but it's over now!now i got 3 months of break, i got no idea what i wanna do now. i'll work but i don't think i'll be a teacher. let's try something different this holiday!i can't believe it. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/114657162304067348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/114657162304067348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114657162304067348' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-114596614492777482</id><published>2006-04-25T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:52.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>one day, mr jason lee asked whether i really run 3 km everyday. almost i said. unless it rains or i'm in lib mugging or for that matter, when i'm fluish.i dun just run. i'm addicted to running.i love the beads of perspiration running down my face and my back.blood rushing up to my face.i look untidy but i dun care.i love that adrenaline rush.wooohoo!! pump those endorphins! do you know why i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/114596614492777482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/114596614492777482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114596614492777482' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-114570951533475283</id><published>2006-04-22T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:52.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>as i type this, i'm reflecting.how it has been, and how is has not been.things change. as i visited my ex-students at their sports day, fond memories of my own sports day and last year's sports day came back to rememberance.if i can say this, it was hilarious during the teachers' race. you'll find out which handsome male teachers that girls go crazy about.last time when mr wee was around, we were</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/114570951533475283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/114570951533475283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114570951533475283' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-114503543477446630</id><published>2006-04-15T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:52.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just a short entry to ensure i'm still alive.i am. and in fact, after today's dinner, the love for poetry has been re-ignited.i must admit that all the mugging and writing essays made me desensitised for some time. i need to engage my innner being and get in touch with myself. and more poetry!it was good to just meet up with the jc ppl and the tutor to talk and share. the ability to share. wow. i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/114503543477446630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/114503543477446630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114503543477446630' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-114439377597718472</id><published>2006-04-07T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:52.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>for those who thought i'm  hoooked (aw man, what a word!) with an army guy.you thought wrong.it was nice to meet up with him and hang out together but i would't want to get "tied down".my own selfish reasons. namely, i love freedom and the control of my own time. i can never let any guy dictate my time just because he cannot confirm what time he can book out.secondly, call me ambitious but i'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/114439377597718472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/114439377597718472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114439377597718472' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-114381629641338579</id><published>2006-03-31T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:52.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i promised i would tell you more about the army guy.i met him on wed for dinner and we talked. about his life, my life, school, church, ministry, and that brotherhood of his of which i can't seem to stop hanging out with.it wasn't the first time we talked. but it was the first time we went out together proper. after knowing him for almost 2 years that is.he gave me an insight to a major decision </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/114381629641338579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/114381629641338579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114381629641338579' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-114354679085379939</id><published>2006-03-28T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:52.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>no one said dating an army guy is easy.you have to work your time around him because you don't know when he's allowed to book out. and he feels bad because you have to cancel your plans because of him.that's so sad isn't it?and the worst of all is, he says ok, let's meet at 7pm jurong point, so that he can get back to his army camp by 2359. you can't even go town, you have to go where it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/114354679085379939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/114354679085379939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114354679085379939' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-114338867655682028</id><published>2006-03-26T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:52.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i can't even begin to say how much i actually miss u.there are too many things left unsaid, too many things left undone.if we had the chance, i know we won't start it.we would take time, long enough to make sure.that you would call me wife, and i'll call you my lord.right now, the love has to die before it can bear forth much fruit.i bury my love for you in the garden of my heart.do not awaken </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/114338867655682028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/114338867655682028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114338867655682028' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-114335328205273380</id><published>2006-03-26T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:51.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is a random post.i just wanna say this and go off coz the brother wants the internet.i thank God for not allowing me to get attached with an army guy.if i'm els' girlfriend and i'm going through a tough time, i'll cry coz my boyfriend's not around for me.no, lah. i'm not that weak.because i'm not the clingy sort.but well, thank God i'm not attached to someone in the army. i won't know how to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/114335328205273380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/114335328205273380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114335328205273380' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-114303621951325961</id><published>2006-03-22T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:51.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>all right.here's my 2 cents' worth after the socio lect about religion.the lecturer said sth abt secularisation. and the apex of it is no religion.trust me, this will never happen. because we need Jesus no matter what. at the end of the day, materials cannot fill that God-shaped vacuum in our being. wow.althought alot of people are "secular", i believe that they will come to a point when they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/114303621951325961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/114303621951325961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114303621951325961' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-114261180276234031</id><published>2006-03-17T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:51.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>studying with J always makes me motivated, which is good.but i realised sth about him today.he's a potential MCP!! touch rugby girls intimidates him. haha. and he ought to be glad i'm not in touch! haha, anyway, gender issues are hard to tackle. if and when i do socio of family, i'll deal with it.but i'm glad we talked. i realised i dunno him as well as i ought to.tmr is another day of hard </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/114261180276234031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/114261180276234031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114261180276234031' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-114249178958930938</id><published>2006-03-16T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:51.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>for the record, i'm kinda disturbed by the topic i'm suppose to do for my essay. well, i chose it, so now i'm going to probe.why was yamashita tried in such an unfair manner.i know what you are going to say, nothing is fair in this world. truly.well, to put in simple terms, i feel sorry for him. yea, i sympathise with this man who commanded the japanese army that invaded singapore. whatever you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/114249178958930938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/114249178958930938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114249178958930938' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-114192124894726612</id><published>2006-03-10T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:51.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lemme rant a little.my shoulders are quite stiff now, my eyes are kinda blood-shot and im tired.i wish i could drift off to sleep but i'm having some probs sleeping. it's the stress. i wish i could go for a run now but it's 12am and my parents won't let their daughter to go run alone at 12am.no, not even if a boy friend is around.since i can't sleep, the only thing to do is to do my readings so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/114192124894726612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/114192124894726612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114192124894726612' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-114174476722487662</id><published>2006-03-07T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:51.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm delighted, overjoyed, simply put,  in a bliss.for some strange reason, i have been thinking abt him the last 2 days. and he just have to appear at my lift lobby just now.hehe... nah, he wasn't looking for me, he was at my neighbour's place and happened to be going home. but i'm happy. it's enough just to see him.gosh, i do sound like some hopeless lovesick teenager, but i don't care!i like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/114174476722487662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/114174476722487662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114174476722487662' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-114156961562470834</id><published>2006-03-05T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:51.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is a very random post because I'm not supposed to be here now but there's something bugging me.There are alot of people I met in life. But sadly, you don't always get to meet up with them often or stay in contact for that matter. They are still friends, but somehow it seems so different. And sometimes I like to ask myself, on what basis are these friendships based on?In college, I'm glad to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/114156961562470834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/114156961562470834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114156961562470834' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-114140475413158911</id><published>2006-03-04T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:51.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i wanted to do my work and had the urge to post something random before i do work.time doesn't wait for anyone, catch them(what an irony) while you can. don't wait till things/people to pass you by before you learn how to appreciate. say thanks, give a hug, smile and appreciate the moments which are real but will soon be gone.how do i know?because i'm missing my uniform days.wait till you get out</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/114140475413158911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/114140475413158911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114140475413158911' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-114113852751964875</id><published>2006-02-28T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:50.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ah, it has been long.these days, there are so many thoughts that i can't seem to keep track of them!1) happy birthday to my mommydearest!! yay! =)2) happy 1st anniversary to me and my alter ego. we have been in this for a year. the mentality of being a teacher. i know theoritically i am not functioning as one but hey, some things won't change for the moment.3) J is nice. =)4) oh miah's pic is on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/114113852751964875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/114113852751964875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114113852751964875' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-114061676390617323</id><published>2006-02-22T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:50.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm red now!sunday was Sun Day! and being in comm, we were in the sun for almost 4 hours. then just now windsurfing was a full day thing and boy, i'm red and burnt! windsurfing's fun but tiring. i feel so tired now!met one of your seniors who's in year 3 now. and he happens to be your superstar's batch. fancy that! i thought it was quite funny. oh wells. actually, thank God for guys during the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/114061676390617323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/114061676390617323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114061676390617323' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-114035919517897485</id><published>2006-02-19T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:50.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I CANNOT stand male chauvinists.No, I'm not a full-blown feminist although I may behave like one at times.  I still believe men are  to be the head of the household and wives ought to submit to their husbands.BUT, don't you ever say women are troublesome, a waste of your time, money and energy.I am offended on the behalf of my fellow female species.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/114035919517897485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/114035919517897485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114035919517897485' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-114009399034798507</id><published>2006-02-16T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:50.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well, i'm really not sure what this feeling is. but it feels good to be able to study together. i can't describe it.i don't care what fredo and ws said. all rubbish. i hope he was not affected.he's so different from the others. that makes him so different from them. more reserved and shy but nevertheless, a good encourager and listener, and he even offered to do my homework for me coz i really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/114009399034798507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/114009399034798507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114009399034798507' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-113992300566593130</id><published>2006-02-14T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:50.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>valentines dayi suspect i outgrew this nonsense eversince i got out of college. last year this time, we finished walking wm's dog and then went for dinner at 11pm and it was great.this yr, i went to charissa's place to watch vcds. a lot like love and the prince &amp; me. oh yea, cheesy love shows. because we both are bored. no no no, we are not lonely, just happliy alone, oh wait, she's attached </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113992300566593130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113992300566593130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113992300566593130' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-113973634210867335</id><published>2006-02-12T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:50.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm determind to be a "new" person this week forth.more veg, more long jogs, more time to talk to my girls, more time in the lib, more bible study ideas and the list goes.ly asked me to preach this sat for cell.woohoo!! but so many times, i get so exhausted myself. thank God for today's message that spoke right to my heart. i want to be found near the Fountain of Living Waters, to be refreshed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113973634210867335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113973634210867335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113973634210867335' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-113940224536352831</id><published>2006-02-08T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:50.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>for the record, this is the second post of the day.because today's a long day! well, very in fact. i had school from 8am to 6pm, with 2 hours in between.but that's not the point. (ok, i'm hearing M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E on American Idol???)was on the way home(recovering from my shock and thoughts of chomp chomp stingray..) the far side called and i rerouted to ginza for dinner. it was great to see </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113940224536352831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113940224536352831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113940224536352831' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-113938028854180783</id><published>2006-02-08T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:50.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is going to be a very short post.i saw him.the guy whom i spent vday with 3 yrs ago.freaky is the word.i havent seen him for half a yr. the last time was at this place the far side bought berlin and i to. (u noe where hurhur? and rem that guy who came and said hi, yea, THAT one.)3 yrs ago, he looks fine.3 yrs later, he's doesnt shave, dresses sloppish, as such he looks younger.but wait, he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113938028854180783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113938028854180783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113938028854180783' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-113922334929863773</id><published>2006-02-06T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:49.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>has almost been a week since i updated, lots of thoughts but no time to sit down properly to sort them. and conversation with my unofficial math tutor of college days (whom i got to catch up after so LONG!) made me realised how important it is to reflect.don't you feel that this post a a little formal? i think i've warmed up to the many readings that i have to do. that's why i urge all of you to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113922334929863773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113922334929863773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113922334929863773' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-113868288973890082</id><published>2006-01-31T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:49.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Lunar New Year! Well, after all the visiting and all the ang pow collecting, it's time to check out some photos. And this is the FIRST time i'm showing the whole world my 2 younger and handsome brothers! =)Introducing the 2 Mr Tans!(&amp; with me in the middle.)And here's the lastest addition to my maternal family. She was still in my cousin's womb a yr ago and now she's a cutesy lovable almost</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113868288973890082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113868288973890082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113868288973890082' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-113844945087332045</id><published>2006-01-28T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:49.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some randome muses#1 While we were at Fort Canning, near ROM this morning, I had the urge to get married. Haha, in fact, it has been on my mind the last few days. I wanna get married at 22! Fancy this, Mrs Hannah ***** (No, The * doesnt signify how many letters there are in his surname!), Nus yr 3. Whoa. I don't know whu such urge these days but yea.#2 I have a foreboding feeling this Chinese New</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113844945087332045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113844945087332045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113844945087332045' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-113837505780542367</id><published>2006-01-27T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:49.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For those who did not see me, yes I went back to NH this afternoon.And I have lots to say.I was kind of on the verge of crying when all of you walked passed me after the concert, smiling(hesistantly though) at me. Some screaming, "Oh, Ms Tan!" some smiling shyly, some totally ignored me.Well, no matter what your response was, it was great to be visiting you all.And to tell you the truth, I felt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113837505780542367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113837505780542367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113837505780542367' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-113829440817975622</id><published>2006-01-27T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:49.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow, has bee a week since I blogged.Decided it's time for something fresh and plugged in a new layout.Busy is an understatement. Things at school's full swing. Well, kinda, after the CNY madness(and the glint in their eyes plus their attempt to "help" me. Thank you very much, I'll "help" myself.)I jogged back to NH on Wed and I LITERALLY jogged passed a group of you.Maybe in my running gear I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113829440817975622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113829440817975622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113829440817975622' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-113777422265694726</id><published>2006-01-20T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:49.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>can i tell you a secret?i have been hanging out in clementi quite a fair bit last week. on monday to buy bdae cake for my brother and wed to meet a fren for dinner.well, i was hoping to catch the sight of you students.and i saw some of you! well, from afar that is.  especially this an ex-sec2 boy who is in sec3 this yr. it warms my heart to see him in long pants.makes me feel as if my son is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113777422265694726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113777422265694726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113777422265694726' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-113755497145481911</id><published>2006-01-18T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:49.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just a quick entry before I head to engine for my socio lecture.It has been 4 months since I stopped teaching proper.I miss teaching terribly. I was rummaging through my boxes to get some recycled paper to do my math tutorial and I stumbled upon some of the worksheets that I designed for my classes.And I have to say this, the most memorable was the SIMPLE plan. (Lit classes, remember???) Well, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113755497145481911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113755497145481911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113755497145481911' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-113716924038115202</id><published>2006-01-14T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:49.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i dunno where to start.okay, happy bdae joe, though i dun get to see ya around anymore.nxt, went back to sec sch with rache and then went to clooege for lunch. i missed the mixed rice aunty! haha... yea man, saw sas and some other teachers. elit's out, my poems are in elit!must go buy!!!!!okay, besides that, saw mr tan and he has a blog!!!!!! can u imagine that?????okay, then suppose to play </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113716924038115202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113716924038115202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113716924038115202' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-113706222556810655</id><published>2006-01-12T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:49.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Should Date A Swede!You're a romantic, albeit an understated and practical one.It's more about a steady partnership for you, not unrestrained fallingYour Swede will give you the unwavering love you craveWhile making up some mean pancakes and meatballs on the side!Which Foreign Guy Should You Date?* i was hoping for a Canadian! winkwinkdaffy*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113706222556810655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113706222556810655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113706222556810655' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-113676885920355415</id><published>2006-01-09T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:49.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i woke up early this morning to pass sth to a friend @ fairfield bus stop.and i thought i heard wrongly.i think i heard mr wee's voice over the mike at MY SCHOOL.he's back???we need more familiar faces back in MY SCHOOL.all right, guess that adviser number one was right.i'll be back in MY SCHOOL to teach english and lit.i'm in the "i miss my secondary school" mode.we are 118 this yr.when i was in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113676885920355415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113676885920355415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113676885920355415' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-113647067514365395</id><published>2006-01-05T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:49.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today i shall choose to dwell on happier stuff.no, not because i'm sad or upset by some things. just a little troubled by the system.before i continue, hope that 2006 has been great so far.i can sense that 2006 is a difficult yr for me. i got a huge decision to make that would affect the next 7 years of my life.and sometimes, i suspect that i'm not ready to make such a huge decision on my own. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113647067514365395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113647067514365395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113647067514365395' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-113603632887199969</id><published>2005-12-31T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:48.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today is the last day of 2005.i shan't indulge in the i-am-getting-old nonsense.it has been a difficult yr.but i thank God coz it has been a great yr too.  i learnt alot, ate alot, saw alot, felt alot, thought alot....and for 2006, let me quote a certain school, the best is indeed, yet to be.what's in store for 2006.TA. that's the goal. and then more magazine writing exposure, hit cap of 4, keep </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113603632887199969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113603632887199969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113603632887199969' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-113595328438074515</id><published>2005-12-30T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:48.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hanging out with els and joe brings back fond memories.esp with els. we practically walked around town today looking for his girlfriend's bag.such a sweet boyfriend my BROTHER makes.and he asked me this question, "brother, when are u getting attached?"(paraphrased)"i don't know man."and i explained my i-want-my-freedom theory. no, no second thoughts.2006 doesn't allow me to consider any more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113595328438074515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113595328438074515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113595328438074515' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-113578082540502008</id><published>2005-12-28T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:48.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>december is always the time to contemplate and see what you have(or haven't done) the past yr.when i was younger, i would go to east coast park to contemplate. just to think things out.and i haven't got much thime to hang out there these days.it's time to think about some things. i need to.and also to solve some tricky issues at hand.i detest such issues. makes me feel sick. but i have to.school </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113578082540502008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113578082540502008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113578082540502008' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-113552309484583435</id><published>2005-12-25T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:48.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blessed Christmas!know the true meanng fo Christmas. it's not just about presnts, holidays and feasts.Jesus Christ, the son of God came down for YOU.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113552309484583435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113552309484583435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113552309484583435' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-113535668698268586</id><published>2005-12-24T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:48.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>to my students.my results are GREAT. the mark is hit.phew.and  wanna say all glory and honour and praise be unto God.amen amen!!!=) =) =)and we were studying econs today.. ;)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113535668698268586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113535668698268586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113535668698268586' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-113526906633366743</id><published>2005-12-23T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:48.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my beloved ms k.love ya,ms t.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113526906633366743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113526906633366743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113526906633366743' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-113500438977946236</id><published>2005-12-19T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:48.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>plugged from ms p!FOUR JOBS YOU'VE HAD IN YOUR LIFE:1. teacher (and for the nxt 30 years if Jesus tarries)2. sale executive3. tutor4. secretaryFOUR MOVIES YOU COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER:1. beautiful mind2. terminal3.the pianist4. the passion of ChristFOUR CITIES YOU'VE LIVED IN:1. Singapore2. metro manila3. baguio4. bangkokFOUR TV SHOWS YOU LOVE TO WATCH:1. jamie's school diners2. most of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113500438977946236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113500438977946236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113500438977946236' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-113448470456876412</id><published>2005-12-13T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:48.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm blogging this from pastor daniel's com!haha, camping in youth office now...ok, i got ALOT to say but all gotta wait.time to work.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113448470456876412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113448470456876412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113448470456876412' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-113439785649345685</id><published>2005-12-12T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:47.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello all, if u thought i was gone, no i am not. just out of the country for 11 days and now i'm back.i know u are dying the see the pics but i havent upload them yet.but lemme tell u this.philippines is gravve maganda.(tagalog: awesome!)esp camp john hay.when i get married, i think u all have to book flights to baguio.coz i'm going to marry there.i wanna marry a filipino!!i'm dead </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113439785649345685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113439785649345685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113439785649345685' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-113344960775098094</id><published>2005-12-01T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:47.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok, last entry before i get on the plane in 12 hours' time.mixed feelings i would say. seeing how wz behaved just now. i think i'll miss home. i'll miss my family, my bed, my laptop, my friends... you get the idea..the longest i'm away from home was during pre u sem last yr. a week stay in nus. and mind u, nus is just an overhead-bridge away.and now, the Philippines is like...far...***i saw wt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113344960775098094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113344960775098094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113344960775098094' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-113336582329834987</id><published>2005-11-30T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:47.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what a great day it has been!the first day of my liberation, i woke up at 11am. had lunch and started reading a walk to remember.oh yes, it was touching and i couldnt help but tear. that book is powerful and i think the movie cant convey the intensity of it but anyway..i moped around the house.. no, i didn't mope the house but i hang around my house.. the living room, my bro's room, the kitchen..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113336582329834987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113336582329834987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113336582329834987' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-113327153139770298</id><published>2005-11-29T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:47.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>man oh man..fancy this! it's finally over!gosh, somehow this time round, it seems harder than the a levels. maybe it's because it's the first uni exams.maybe i have been sick for the last 2 weeks. doesnt help when exams are around.but whatver, it's over! time for holidays!and it's packed till 26th dec already.haha...i had this thing during exams today... i cant stand it, i just wanna say it here </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113327153139770298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113327153139770298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113327153139770298' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-113316697373584522</id><published>2005-11-28T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:47.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>very random musesoh yea, definitely, especially when it's the eve of lit exams. hahha, fancy hating literature exams. yea yea, i know the whole world out there is ready to say "I hate lit!!"but I don't u see.was telling cousin wendy( and her lovely baby girl faith!!) that I'm gonna be an english major.(sidetrack: joseph coulnd't stop laughing when i told him dat on friday! growl..!)haha, she was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113316697373584522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113316697373584522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113316697373584522' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-113281097153129265</id><published>2005-11-24T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:47.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>even more ramdom musesrtt's entry abt sep makes me wanna go for sep too. i shall send in my application after exams later.dee texted me about the philippines trip meeting tmr! yayers.. i cant wait to get out of sg and breathe some manila air. and who knows, i might see mark chay/gary tan/jos yeo on my way to manila! man, not as if i never seen mark chay before. do you know i studied with him </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113281097153129265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113281097153129265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113281097153129265' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-113273428634002097</id><published>2005-11-23T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:47.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>more random musesi realised my productivity starts at 10pm and ends at 2am, that's why i decided school is a better place to mug.a better place indeed.well, at least i got moving. and one more mindmap and i'm done for history. i cant wait to get an A for that man.it's 24 more hours to Elang exam, i can't wait to do the paper.wow, i do sound very enthusiastic about exams hur?that's how i felt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113273428634002097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113273428634002097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113273428634002097' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-113258330449612870</id><published>2005-11-21T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:47.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>random muses.i got a feeling i'm going to be very crap today. because i'm in a crappy mood and i think not many ppl have seen the crappy and random side of me.i cant wait for this fri. 5000 copies of Fresh. it's totally like a dream.was telling kenny dat i'll give st a run for her money. but G thinks she's crap! muahaha... dat means i'm even more crap.i apologise for this randomness. you must </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113258330449612870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113258330449612870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113258330449612870' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-113232987285626260</id><published>2005-11-18T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:47.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is interlude from the previous thread.. And here's a dose of why I want to be a teacher.Realised I have been blogging regularly?Because the exams are coming. Blogging is the key to straight As.REALLY.Gotcha!I dare to blog because I dare say I've studied hard enough for today.Back to why I want to be a teacher.Back in primary school, I had a teacher who believed in me. That's why I became a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113232987285626260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113232987285626260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113232987285626260' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-113223876308268884</id><published>2005-11-17T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:47.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love is...(Part One of Five)I'll be a love expert by the end of this article. What is love and all that it encompasses. I dare not say I have experienced a lot, but I dare say that I have seen so many examples around to be bold enough to say I do know a great deal about it.A few months back, I was writing an article to advise single freshmen and women about this issue of the heart. Of course, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113223876308268884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113223876308268884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113223876308268884' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-113205718260157511</id><published>2005-11-15T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:46.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Baby Kochamma picked up her maroon diary which came with its own pen. She turned to 19 June and made a fresh entry. Her manner was routine. I love you I love you.Every page in the diary had an identical entry. She had a case full of diaries with identical entries. Some said more that just that. Some had the day's accounts, To-do lists, snatches of favourite dialogue from favourite soup opears, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113205718260157511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113205718260157511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113205718260157511' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-113180050032850707</id><published>2005-11-12T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:46.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Proverb of the day"Charm is deceitful and beauty is passing, But a woman who fears the Lord, she shall be greatly praised."amen amen...this makes sense isn't it? all that beauty is temporal, what matters most is the character of the person. more so, the spirituality of the person. there is a difference between being religious and spiritual. a huge one in fact.was reading this piece of article on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113180050032850707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113180050032850707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113180050032850707' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-113154095286942095</id><published>2005-11-09T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:46.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the calm before the storm...it's 2050h, nus.it's going to be a long night...nah, no comforts of the bed...i'm staying up to stardee...yes, in my lovely school.let the mugging camp begin.just 2 things on my agenda.1) Southeast asia2) EconomicsLet's go.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113154095286942095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113154095286942095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113154095286942095' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-113136986060008658</id><published>2005-11-07T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:46.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what my boss said just now struck me.went shopping for the charity sale materials with him and wee teck.man, so many things! amazing...i keep getting the feeling that both of them are very much like businessmen and especially being entreprenuers! alot to learn from them.. i fact i think this is better than studying. working alongside them allows me to learn alot of things that i need when i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113136986060008658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113136986060008658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113136986060008658' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-113112307906150625</id><published>2005-11-05T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:46.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>kenny would be proud to see this. i'm reflecting again.as i have said, the mad rush of essays is over. and now the moment of truth. phew.. not bad grades, in fact i would say given the fact that i haven't been writing academic essays for 10 months, it is good!esp the lit one.but of course, this is not the purpose of this entry.i'm a fan of that 9pm show man. for some reason. and what struck me is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113112307906150625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113112307906150625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113112307906150625' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-113055862179399646</id><published>2005-10-29T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:46.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok.the mad rush of essays is over. phew!Uni sounds slack in terms of the number of days i need to go to school. but look the vast amount of readings i need to do.mind you, the essays are not your one-page-thingy-to-appease-that-lit-teacher. fat chance! at least a thousand five.phews, and now it's time to start mugging.exams would end this time nxt month. then i'm flying off!actually i got this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113055862179399646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/113055862179399646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113055862179399646' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-112981544531821308</id><published>2005-10-20T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:46.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To all cher friends:I know local literature may not be as appealing as the old english canon but...Please give David Leo's "Shakespeare can wait" a chance.  And it's..............U n c a n n y .Okay, time to do my 2 two-thousand-word essays.lalalalalallalalalalalalla...I think I'm getting high.... sigh........ =(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/112981544531821308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/112981544531821308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112981544531821308' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-112962633239397908</id><published>2005-10-18T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:45.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Once a gb girl, always a gb girl.Was just looking at my sec sch pics, and I realised, whoa, time's flying past real quickly! especially my gb pictures. man, I miss those days. i guess when you join a cca, esp uniformed group, you will certainly miss those communal days of camps, campfires, hikes, drills and the like. and of course, one sat morning we were called in by the captain for meeting and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/112962633239397908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/112962633239397908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112962633239397908' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-112877855903277244</id><published>2005-10-08T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:45.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Left behindI ran over to your place that dayHoping to catch a glimpse of youLike yesterday, we would spend quality timeSharing, shopping and the like.As these days passed, we driftedYou became busy with your lifeAnd I with mineI thought we could maintain this friendshipBy dinners, tags and texts.But I was wrong.Is our friendship so transientThat distance cannot overcome this sixDegrees of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/112877855903277244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/112877855903277244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112877855903277244' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-112834952879059739</id><published>2005-10-03T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:45.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i came online just to upload this pictures. i can't resist it.above: take one, we were just experimenting and suddenly miss k had a strange idea... miss k and i were monkeying around in a certain toilet in choa chu kang.....i love this toilet, it's the BEST to me!!no prize for guessing where this is located.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/112834952879059739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/112834952879059739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112834952879059739' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-112826169246437175</id><published>2005-10-02T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:45.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>blog-hopping is good. makes u reflect on what others are reflecting/experiencing.one generalisation.when u get into uni, you will break up with your boyfriend, or girlfriend when you enter army.of course, i said it's a generalisation!it's quite sad to hear a piece of bad news. i never like bad news anyways. but the fact that your good friends who were once together are not together anymore. it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/112826169246437175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/112826169246437175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112826169246437175' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-112825118015418013</id><published>2005-10-02T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:45.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hymn of the DayBe Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart;Naught be all else to me, save that Thou artThou my best Thought, by day or by night,Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word;I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;Thou my great Father, I Thy true son;Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise,Thou mine </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/112825118015418013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/112825118015418013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112825118015418013' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-112800184703134880</id><published>2005-09-29T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:44.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>vertigo= displacement of time and space. (literary meaning)wow. has been a madness week. rushing the singapore studies and english projects.now i can't differentiate between day and night. been sleeping at unearthly hours. by that i mean almost 5am everyday.if this continues, i'll have no life.sigh.....it's econs test, english test and 3 more term papers to go. hang in there hannah, hang in there</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/112800184703134880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/112800184703134880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112800184703134880' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-112756440762794479</id><published>2005-09-24T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:44.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this post is dedicated to you army boys. know you are not having a world of a time at tekong/pa/your respective units... know that 2 years will be gone like the wind. God is still there in the midst of all that you are doing!ah ben called me all the way from australia on sunday. i was like, what the heck do you think you are doing? the phone bill's super expensive. esp he called the WHOLE world </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/112756440762794479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/112756440762794479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112756440762794479' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-112731867068588831</id><published>2005-09-21T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:44.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>has been an eventful week i guess so far...museum with angel was fun! haha...go check out the vatican collection at acm. indescribable.was chilling with ms wang just now at cbd area. yes, at singapore river and we talked. din have a long talk with her for a long long time.. all the past, the present and the future.she reminded me of this pact i made when i was 14.i will not get attached till 18.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/112731867068588831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/112731867068588831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112731867068588831' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-112714776260591078</id><published>2005-09-20T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:44.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i can't wait to see samuel tmr.he's adorable! he's only primary one!oh yea, he's the first kid i fell in love with.. naughty but adorable, hyperactive but very smart.i'm going back to the very first school i taught tmr with kj! for 4 day assignment.wanna thank kj for all the arrangement.. nice one buddy. now i can trust you.had tuition today and alot of interesting things struck me as i waited </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/112714776260591078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/112714776260591078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112714776260591078' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-112697572053664304</id><published>2005-09-18T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:44.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i like Corrinne May's Little Superhero Girl.just what i need now. to be a little (maybe not little..) superhero girl.anyone wants to be my angel in disguise?was great to be back in nan hua... for a visit yea... haha... it's great to be called ms tan again(sounds egoistic but yea..)for those who are "concerned" about my status,thank you very much.i'm still alive and kicking in the faculty of arts </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/112697572053664304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/112697572053664304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112697572053664304' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-112679678441131689</id><published>2005-09-15T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:44.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this post is dedicated to many people...to the guys stuck in the army.. i miss u all heaps. and kk, i miss hanging out with u after parade. feels weird not having u around today..to the lovely a04 ladies, i miss u ladies alot. esp mel and maybel!to ms low who taught me when i was in p3.thank you for making an impact in my life.to my sec sch, all that i went through there.to my college, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/112679678441131689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/112679678441131689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112679678441131689' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-112662191819477182</id><published>2005-09-13T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:44.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>before i hit the books again, let me have some fun at this quiz..Three Names You Go By1. Hannah2. juan3. ms tanThree physical things you like about yourself1. my eyes(apparently, they are nice)2. my hair(dyed but i still like them!)3. my tanned skin(eh, maybe it's not as tanned as before...)Three parts of your heritage1. My ancestors were from China2. Hokkien3. I got diluted malay royal blood(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/112662191819477182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/112662191819477182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112662191819477182' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-112645647792384143</id><published>2005-09-12T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:44.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this week is going to be busy.before i start the week, i just want to be reminded of this:'it's not by might, nor by power, but by My Spirit,' thus saith the Lord of Hosts.(Zer 4:6)to those who feels super stressed out because the coming week is going to be hectic, know that God is the stillness in the storm. Be still and know that He is God, He is in control.that's my personal reminder to myself</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/112645647792384143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/112645647792384143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112645647792384143' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-112619535015547732</id><published>2005-09-08T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:44.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love shopping.(I know I sound weird but there's the truth!)Surprise??Haha... Got the self some belated bdae presents comprising of brown skirt, belt and a surprise surprise.. green shoes.YES, green with purple details!I can't stand myself. all within 40SGD!when MY day comes, I'll go even much more crazier...Must think of a list of things to get. Of course, I need to tidy up the place a little. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/112619535015547732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/112619535015547732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112619535015547732' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-112594123931825243</id><published>2005-09-06T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:43.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The day was good until I saw his picture on her blog.Don't worry, he's not my ex-boyfriend(NO WAY MAN!). A very good friend of mine until he decided we are not friends anymore for some strange reasons. Sometimes I just don't understand guys...Anyway, we humans should not be too pessimistic hence I shall dwell on things that are cheery. Had cake#5(well, not exactly cake..) this evening. Now I do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/112594123931825243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/112594123931825243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112594123931825243' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-112583301073212993</id><published>2005-09-04T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:43.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eventful is the word. As such it calls for randomness..Cake#1 came from the project mates! Surprise surprise!! A huge one in fact. They are so sweet!! Haha...Sat with them during lecture also. Dr B was abit draggy though but was good! Yea, walked back to Sci fac with Andy, just like last week. He's super funny! I can't stand him man.. He keeps calling me "xiao mei mei" and I just have to call </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/112583301073212993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/112583301073212993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112583301073212993' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-112564442317635905</id><published>2005-09-02T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:43.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's to a friend of 19 years.The Birthday Song (by Corrinne May)Don't worry about that extra lineThat's creeping up upon your faceIt's just a part of nature's way to say you've grown a little moreTrees have rings and thicker branchesKids' shoes get a little tighterEvery year we're getting closer to who we're gonna beIt's time to celebrate the story of how you've come to beHappy Birthday, my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/112564442317635905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/112564442317635905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112564442317635905' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-112548762700928355</id><published>2005-08-31T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:43.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i found it extreming enjoyable(or not) during Dr G's lecture today. he's not so eddie koh afterall. He's on a higher level! man... serious! even much more colder jokes..and phew! for THE TRIAL, i kinda got back my lit sensitivity.. i picked up some of the things! yay...hahah.. dat's NOT enough.. there's still so much work to be done. test in 2 weeks' time! whoa.. i havent written an assay for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/112548762700928355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/112548762700928355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112548762700928355' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-112541727800966418</id><published>2005-08-30T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:43.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whoa..try going to chinatown. it will give you a fresh perspective of singapore.went with the project mates. and the oldest of us was playing tour guide. he's hilarious! (btw, ALL guys in NUS are older than me. yes, even the yr ones.. remember this wonderful mechanism called the National Service?)and he was musing himself at my expense. well, i happened to be the youngest of the lot. (now, you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/112541727800966418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/112541727800966418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112541727800966418' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-112522807696512430</id><published>2005-08-28T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:43.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, it's last week of school for you guys this coming week! cheers! be happy yea? esp when u get to rest..(well, we know you would be back in sch by hey, time management!!)2 more weeks and i'll get my mid-sem break. phew! need time to rest and study for the exams. and of course, to catch up with the readings.i'm lagging behind..kite-flying session was fun yesterday! yea man..got to know these 2</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/112522807696512430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/112522807696512430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112522807696512430' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-112489714054431659</id><published>2005-08-24T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:43.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i guess today's one of those days...the moment i stepped into tute, i saw Dr G talking... oh my gosh! half the time i was crossing my fingers that it wont be him. God is fair.ahha.. but nevertheless, Dr G's really smart. i guess he's just weird on the outside la. and he's so eddie koh!!! i almost wanted to msg mr koh and tell him abt Dr G!! and the fact that i said Dr G wont know me is wrong. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/112489714054431659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/112489714054431659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112489714054431659' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131901.post-112472390452858443</id><published>2005-08-22T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:39:43.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay, it was super funny at tutorials today.met alex who's from 02 batch!! i thought he looked familiar..grouped for english lang project..this is going to be exciting! hahaa.... lang tute was fun. really. Dr M realised there's 2 me in the pic! ahhaaa....went for econs..was a little dry. i think i better start doing sth abt econs..i think i'm lagging.. went to help cin find her tute rm and we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/112472390452858443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131901/posts/default/112472390452858443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://titlelessme.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112472390452858443' title=''/><author><name>hannah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
