<?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-5687414</id><updated>2011-08-02T04:05:10.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting for u*</title><subtitle type='html'>No searching is necessary, for happiness creeps up to you unknowingly. Pursuit only satisfies hunger, desire is self fulfilling.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>470</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-5891586695561998941</id><published>2009-12-13T15:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:43:03.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>--annoyed--why is it that people like to come and ask me for nice ideas to do for their other halves.. dinner places, nice places to go, nice things to do, romantic ideas..DO I FREAKING LOOK LIKE I HAVE EXPERIENCE IN THIS?okay. sorry for the outburst. guys and gals it's not that i dont wanna help or give suggestions. i'm just a jealous pot.how's this for an idea of nice planned romantic </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/5891586695561998941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/5891586695561998941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#5891586695561998941' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-5884063830270726754</id><published>2009-11-22T01:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T01:51:02.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hoo. quick update on life:we just got a ps3. so now my nights after work will be on practicing my finger work for guitar hero hehehe. i never thought i'd own one though! but then again i nv thought alot of other things too...today's the 2nd time i went for cell, and though i say i like hanging out with guys, i'm quite glad for an all girls' cell. somehow perhaps it's appealing to the bi side of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/5884063830270726754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/5884063830270726754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#5884063830270726754' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-7186671144306295953</id><published>2009-11-18T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T22:48:59.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this blog's becoming nothing more than a collection of my favourate at-the-moment songs..Pink - I dont believe you.I dont mind itI dont mind at allit's like you're the swing set, and i'm the kid that fallsit's like the way we fight, the times i criedwe come to blowsand every nightthe passion's there so it's gotta be right, right?no I dont believe youwhen you say dont come around here no morei </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/7186671144306295953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/7186671144306295953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#7186671144306295953' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-1469179991067836930</id><published>2009-10-25T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T00:10:04.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Asher Book - TryIf i walk, would you run?If i stop, would you come?If i say you're the one, would you believe me?If i ask you to stay, would you show me the way?Tell me what to say so you don't leave me.The world is catching up to youWhile you're running away to chase your dreamIt's time for us to make a movecause we are asking one another to changeAnd maybe i'm not readyChorusBut I'll try for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/1469179991067836930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/1469179991067836930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#1469179991067836930' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-1496465416113985628</id><published>2009-09-20T15:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T15:43:31.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Brought me to tears, yes you did. no matter if it wasnt a perfect delivery..Part the WatersKnowing you'll love me through the burdens I must bear,Hearing your footsteps lets me know I'm in your care,And in the night of my life, you bring the promise of day.Here is my hand. Show me the way.When I think I'm goin' under, part the waters, Lord,When I feel the waves around me, calm the sea,When I cry </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/1496465416113985628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/1496465416113985628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#1496465416113985628' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-1206512880765306258</id><published>2009-09-13T02:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T02:23:03.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Maybe i've been detatched for so long, i'm just not the same anymore.work's been a killer, seems like murphy's my new name, then again, what's new?oh, that's right - new challenges, new obstacles, new life.. am i really suited for this?This song's been playing in my head, so decided to check out the lyrics:"Best I Ever Had (Grey Sky Morning)" - Vertical HorizonSo you sailed awayInto a grey sky </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/1206512880765306258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/1206512880765306258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#1206512880765306258' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-5841971590747621708</id><published>2009-09-02T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T23:40:42.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It took a double fracture for me to realisein your eyes perhaps things arent as bleak as they seembut then again, when I say jumpyou'll only ask why,and when you say jumpi'll ask how high.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/5841971590747621708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/5841971590747621708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#5841971590747621708' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-940953345841132351</id><published>2009-08-31T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T21:57:14.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lily Allen - 22When she was 22 the future looked brightBut she's nearly 30 now and she's out every nightI see that look in her face, she's got that look in her eyeShe's thinking how did I get here, and wondering whyIt's sad but it's true how society says her life is already overthere's nothing to do and there's nothing to saytil the man of her dreams comes alongpicks her up and puts her over his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/940953345841132351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/940953345841132351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#940953345841132351' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-4252200108831132470</id><published>2009-08-30T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T23:08:03.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a little note...it's amazing how i'm able to seek comfort in those familiar but distant faces I see in church. Sometimes I look at my peers, how they've been serving in sunday school, missions, in youth and in the worship team, and i wonder, gosh, had I not volunteered for christmas choir 3 years back, where would I be now? more than ever, alone possibly.Here's something encouraging from my dear </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/4252200108831132470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/4252200108831132470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#4252200108831132470' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-1810664868784133366</id><published>2009-08-12T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T23:01:19.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hang on, help is on the way..You know, it's strange how God actually shows you that you're exactly where he wants you to be. Happened to me twice recently.When i was down and out, and on the verge of leaving the band to escape from all the awkwardness, all I could do was think of how to leave how to leave. till the point that I couldnt take it anymore, but as I sang up there with those glaring </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/1810664868784133366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/1810664868784133366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#1810664868784133366' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-3576862059734357157</id><published>2009-08-02T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T15:39:25.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so herein lies my 460th post on this blog.wow. come to think of it this blog has seen me through my sec sch yrs, jc, uni, attachments, graduation, and now, work life.and not to mention.. the.. uh. how many relationships i've had. met up with the girls for turkish dinner and realised this horrible truth when zah commented "hey you're FINALLY single. welcome to the club"how long has it been since </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/3576862059734357157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/3576862059734357157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#3576862059734357157' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-9142758509813998348</id><published>2009-07-15T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T00:40:03.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i realised a horrible fact today on my long drunken walk home.that i can survive alone. that being on my own without someone to hold me or make sure that i can go home safely without getting run over by a car or bus, is still manageable.that made me really really sad.i dont want to be self sufficient, i dont want to be able to just survive rather than thrive.i dont want to randomly sms ppl and be</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/9142758509813998348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/9142758509813998348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#9142758509813998348' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-3076472579190369982</id><published>2009-07-04T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T00:16:12.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nostalgia is...walking up the short steps to blk 18chasing issac and zaizai along the corridorcalling out to danny and him recognising my voiceplaying zhong ji mi ma and drinking orange juice as punishment under the open skymixing syrup with vodka in ivan's roomgoing crazy with the 3 guyswaking up in a familiar environmentbuying 100 plus from the vending machinethe rousing welcome from those whom</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/3076472579190369982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/3076472579190369982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#3076472579190369982' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-3466859203053034953</id><published>2009-06-30T00:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T00:11:02.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In a crazy world,anything can happen if you will it toi'm just a hazy girlblurring all the edges, only seeing blueit's a wild hopea wild hopea wild hopeeverything will be alrightLost inside,a painting of a city on a hotel walldays go bywasting golden hours in the fallit's a wild hopea wild hopea wild hopeeverything will be alrightwalk alonethrough the crowded streets into the fading greyhere and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/3466859203053034953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/3466859203053034953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#3466859203053034953' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-3392826035018996349</id><published>2009-06-17T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:54:17.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Way I AmIf you were falling, then I would catch you.You need a light, I'd find a match.Cuz I love the way you say good morning.And you take me the way I am.If you are chilly, here take my sweater.Your head is aching, I'll make it better.Cuz I love the way you call me baby.And you take me the way I am.I'd buy you Rogaine when you start losing all your hair.Sew on patches to all you tear.Cuz I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/3392826035018996349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/3392826035018996349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#3392826035018996349' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-6281287747836932985</id><published>2009-06-04T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T00:23:55.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>3rd day at work and things are starting to loosen up, well at least i dared to turn on my msn for about 1 hour (wahaha) and logged onto facebook once to accept the request.how timid huh.my colleagues are nice =) super friendly and mostly in their 20s.. just that i dont think i'm like.. the eat and shop type. haha.anyway. i just have this thing playing in my head randomly - what's the point of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/6281287747836932985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/6281287747836932985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#6281287747836932985' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uSngY_J4sIc/SiajiGapf4I/AAAAAAAAAPk/uVTz1B2doXo/s72-c/Photo0773.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-1446953065842316497</id><published>2009-05-31T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:53:47.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Work life officially starts tomorrow and tonight i'll be heading to sleep with a heavy heart.no, it's not that i've to wake up early tomorrow and be in an office till 6pm, nor is it the fact that ann's not here and i've to do housework.it's death. death of my other rabbit dumb dumb. strangely when the pet cremators came and asked for his name to be written on the receipt, i said special. because </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/1446953065842316497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/1446953065842316497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#1446953065842316497' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-1413006882761255188</id><published>2009-05-25T01:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T02:04:06.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just wanted to share this with you. something i've believed in and tried to show you a month ago.."But I say to you who hear: Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you,bless those who curse you, and pray for those who spitefully use you.To him who strikes you on the one cheek, offer the other also. And from him who takes away your cloak, do not withhold your tunic either.Give to everyone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/1413006882761255188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/1413006882761255188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#1413006882761255188' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-5603557273052098986</id><published>2009-05-20T01:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T01:24:19.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>say you're sorry, that face of an angel comes out just when you need it toas i paced back and forth all this time cause i honestly believed in youholding on, the days drag onstupid girl, i should have known.baby i was naive, got lost in your eyes and never really had a chancei had so many dreams about you and mehappy endings, now i knowi'm not a princess, this aint a fairy tale.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/5603557273052098986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/5603557273052098986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#5603557273052098986' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-6178847896375857785</id><published>2009-05-16T00:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:59:27.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rain rain go away, Come again another day, All the world is waiting for the sun.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/6178847896375857785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/6178847896375857785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#6178847896375857785' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-488635759524630225</id><published>2009-05-10T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T02:12:13.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i remember when i was young i used to carry all my bed things to the space under my mum's dresser.. set up a nice campsite for myself there, tiny lamp and all.i will cuddle in that small space feeling safe, warm and comfortable. and mum would turn off the lights and put on the cassette for hansel and gretel. and night after night i'd read the book with the cassette, hiding under the dresser, safe</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/488635759524630225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/488635759524630225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#488635759524630225' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-1509122260069984100</id><published>2009-04-19T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:30:27.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Women may fake orgasms, but men fake entire relationships."haha. got this quote from some deviant. damn funny.but realistically scary dont you think?hai. just random musings.. hello to ivan and those curious enough to google my blog. haha.. yes. google is a very scary thing. if you guys are reading this in april then GO BACK TO STUDYING LA..right, back to the books for me then. final paper of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/1509122260069984100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/1509122260069984100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#1509122260069984100' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-3903924406229421475</id><published>2009-04-06T16:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T16:27:32.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...Think of Me - Phantom of the OperaCHRISTINE:Think of me, think of me fondly,when we've said goodbye.Remember me once in a while -please promise me you'll try.When you find that, once again, you longto take your heart back and be free -if you ever find a moment,spare a thought for meWe never said our love was evergreen,or as unchanging as the sea -but if you can still rememberstop and think of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/3903924406229421475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/3903924406229421475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#3903924406229421475' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-3284181242502485686</id><published>2009-03-20T00:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T00:58:23.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay, so FYP is finally over and as promised, i'm back, emo as ever.this month seems to be just deadlines and more deadlines. power packed march.1. chionging fyp last minute and magically surviving on 2 hrs sleep, 3 hrs nap in the afternoon.2. managing training and fyp3. double roles as 'auntie' lydia and da jie4. peh-ing a layout in one week.5. working on 2 projs this week6. cheerobics on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/3284181242502485686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/3284181242502485686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#3284181242502485686' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-6923634294138046564</id><published>2009-01-10T05:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T05:07:09.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okok. so i havent really been to my blog or updating. but i've been busy with cheer training for HO. super cool this year our freshies are super super talented. and the bond between unisus members have never been stronger. i think, in some way the freshies managed to bond the seniors together in ways we'd never imagine, and this year, my final year, has been fulfilling because throughout the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/6923634294138046564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/6923634294138046564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#6923634294138046564' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-9096772258583272580</id><published>2008-11-02T01:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T01:55:23.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reasons why i know, he's the one.1. he cooks better instant noodles than i do (and a few other dishes...)2. he's the one i imagine walking down the aisle with3. he makes me think about him day and night4. i cant stay angry with him for long5. he can make me smile, even during the worst-est times6. i get withdrawal symptoms from not seeing him7. no one else can love me the way he does8. he let me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/9096772258583272580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/9096772258583272580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#9096772258583272580' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-4485160597911043036</id><published>2008-09-09T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T20:46:42.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Sun &amp; its MagnifierOh, tis a game children play,pointing focused light that stays.Watch as ants dance underthe power of the magnifierand the sun.Yet amidst innocent laughter,the sun frowns upon the magnifier,for being a tool so often usedto cause misery to the accusedand the sun.But unbeknownst to allthe magnifier takes the fallfor the sun's source of power.Should anyone be blamed for firetis</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/4485160597911043036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/4485160597911043036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#4485160597911043036' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-3416258472608349355</id><published>2008-08-13T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T20:39:25.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so, i'm in the 2nd week of term and things are going quite alright, except that i need to clear damn electives that i cant get.. and i'm honestly not even picky.sometimes i wonder if i've failed as a human being (social creature) because i dont seem to have friends who would ask me out, to you know, simply hang out. just to walk down orchard, or to watch a movie, or go shopping..the only people </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/3416258472608349355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/3416258472608349355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#3416258472608349355' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-5446495989710471917</id><published>2008-07-19T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T22:48:33.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, friday ended with a bang, busy busy whole day and suddenly there's the emptiness on my desk, cleared out and ready to leave..did some career evaluation thing with luke, and said my goodbyes before running off to dinner with ben.watsons event was.. messy but alright, i do feel that i have many many things about this to learn, and i want to head down this road, for the first few years of my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/5446495989710471917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/5446495989710471917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#5446495989710471917' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-1508423248635034304</id><published>2008-06-15T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T23:07:19.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The revelation.todayi felt the warmth of a thousand hugs befall me,exactly when i needed it.Lord you came when i needed you most,as always.Thank you for the revelation,to the hurts and the pain,the voice that gives reason to everything there is.Happy fathers' day abba father.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/1508423248635034304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/1508423248635034304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#1508423248635034304' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-7354179139640927242</id><published>2008-06-05T23:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T23:44:44.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aaaannnd... this is what i do in my free time.my 1000th game of solitaire, of which i have only won 154 times. tata~</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/7354179139640927242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/7354179139640927242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#7354179139640927242' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uSngY_J4sIc/SEgJuQEJJLI/AAAAAAAAAJc/NI35IMWh_DQ/s72-c/1000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-6755195471268495070</id><published>2008-05-31T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T23:41:43.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey people..!it's PA madness now, so pardon me if i'm not as sociable or not doing my work. haha. so far i've been brainstorming ideas for some pitch and also making cold calls to look for sponsors, partners, co-promote blah. i really dont like calling, but i'll get used to it.here's some pictures!string theory at SMU. it's just colourfuL!my odd shaped muffins... failure again.this is my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/6755195471268495070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/6755195471268495070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#6755195471268495070' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uSngY_J4sIc/SEFweQEJJHI/AAAAAAAAAI8/sFsoqWQCDVg/s72-c/24-05-08_1203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-7790255423312520174</id><published>2008-05-20T21:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T21:19:40.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Monday was pizzak, i mean vesak day. so us peeps at home decided to try making pizza. enjoy the pictures! bro and i with our first pizza.the dough master- dadtopping specialists - justin and imake sure there's lots of cheese...and all the yummy ingredients.. (dad's jealous. his was burnt)before baking..final product.my dad saw it and commented "my that sure is ah ger's pizza.." cos it's so neatly</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/7790255423312520174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/7790255423312520174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#7790255423312520174' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uSngY_J4sIc/SDLO9bKPGwI/AAAAAAAAAI0/eiZn6gB92Pw/s72-c/DSC01961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-4786653725633187610</id><published>2008-05-06T00:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T01:03:21.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've been contemplating, how to approach this topic that i want to blog about, how not to blow up in everyone's face, how not to turn it into some sob story, how to put it in a way it wont hurt so much. and through a conversation with shuls, i found the approach i think, would be.. most appropriate..lyd: haha. i dont think i'm going club this wed already..shuls: how come?lyd: realised.. i dont </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/4786653725633187610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/4786653725633187610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#4786653725633187610' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-4842251319378073778</id><published>2008-04-24T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T20:54:54.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i love it when you tell me little snippets of how you're feeling, especially those things that bother you but you hardly mention.it's just so.. sexy.haha. let me into your secrets more often, for i am an emotional creature, and i thrive on problem solving! aha.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/4842251319378073778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/4842251319378073778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#4842251319378073778' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-7731307208036007844</id><published>2008-03-26T01:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T01:48:13.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My birthday/christmas present from josh a few years back contained a handwritten note telling a story.. a story that still commands me to retrieve and read it though i've already done so many times..."Ever heard stories about St George and dragons? Well, here is one now.Legend was it, that when St George was fighting his last dragon, his sword could not pierce its scales for some reason, so he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/7731307208036007844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/7731307208036007844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#7731307208036007844' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-5155671225710522008</id><published>2008-02-27T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T22:48:27.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Reason Why - Rachael YamagataI think about how it might have beenWe'd spend our days travelin'It's not that I don't understand youIt's not that I don't want to be with youBut you only wanted meThe way you wanted meSo, I will head out alone, hope for the bestAnd we hang our heads downAs we skip the goodbyesAnd you can tell the world what you want them to hearI've got nothing left to lose, my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/5155671225710522008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/5155671225710522008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#5155671225710522008' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-3685181492238069479</id><published>2008-02-23T12:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T13:10:27.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>alex commented last night that my nicks these days sound depressed.. well i'm not exactly depressed, just suffering from my brain disorder of wanting things that i know i cant and ultimately dont want.it's ironic how i know it's making me moody sometimes, but yet you still pursue it. It's come to the point that it has entered my dreams and showed me what kind of ... rubbish i'm doing right now.So</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/3685181492238069479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/3685181492238069479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#3685181492238069479' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-8603132781500290487</id><published>2008-02-09T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T12:57:33.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"my heart is drenched in wine, and you'll be on my mind forever"nice song, norah jones always gets to me.anyway, happy lunar new year to one and all =) hope you all are satisfied with the angpows and the goodies laid out before you at every home you visit. but here i want to share with you what i usually go about doing during cny, which to me, is more than just money collection.waking up earlier </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/8603132781500290487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/8603132781500290487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#8603132781500290487' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-78537938415064876</id><published>2008-01-17T03:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T04:01:13.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's not nice to bring ill tidings on the day i return to write, but then again, if not for this bad experience i wouldnt have sat down to write at 3.16am, even though i have a class at 8.30 tmr.tonight was one of the worst cheer days since i began cheering.. nothing seemed to go right, and coupled with that, our coach was doing his PMS-ing stint again. he's simply, not patient enough to teach. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/78537938415064876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/78537938415064876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#78537938415064876' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-3304089255168772018</id><published>2007-12-21T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T01:26:28.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a few months back ben and i were to celebrate our first official year together, and arranged to have dinner at crystal jade. the arrangement was for me to meet him at clementi mrt station so he could come pick me up after school.. so i made my way there, and called him to let him know i arrived.. crossed over to the side he wanted me to wait, and there were many other people at the bus stop, some</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/3304089255168772018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/3304089255168772018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#3304089255168772018' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-7126204188462004413</id><published>2007-12-02T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T23:55:28.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haha. my cute dear sent me this card to tell me how much he loved me, coincidently with a 'bleah' at the end of the card. LOL. but it was a nice surprise, much needed. thanks =)went out on saturday to have a nice lunch at the petite au salut restaurant, french cuisine. mm. the view there was nicer than the food that's for one, but yeah i simply love the mash potatoes with chopped tomatoesheh. i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/7126204188462004413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/7126204188462004413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#7126204188462004413' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uSngY_J4sIc/R1LUNMfpCKI/AAAAAAAAAGs/mbRq-XHP3Mw/s72-c/lg+card.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-2505406637567648450</id><published>2007-11-22T13:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T13:25:09.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haha. took a picture personality test on facebook and this is part of the results...[Passion]PhysicalYou are a cuddle bug - from a warm hug shared with your best friend to steamy sex with your partner, you enjoy every bit of human contact that you can get. You demonstrate your love for others most fluidly through physical one-on-one contact and you feel the most loved when you are being touched. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/2505406637567648450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/2505406637567648450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#2505406637567648450' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-6202947437834208768</id><published>2007-11-19T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T18:55:26.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and so i'm about halfway done with my papers, will be over in about... 8 days? haha. great, and decided to sleep all i could after my accounting paper, only to find that i couldnt sleep as long as i initially wanted. so i mucked around hall and waited for things to happen... thank goodness for facebook and blogs that are an interesting read.. haha.and oh, i finally felt mao mao pur today. it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/6202947437834208768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/6202947437834208768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#6202947437834208768' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uSngY_J4sIc/R0FqA92-OPI/AAAAAAAAAFs/iQJCM8V0o8I/s72-c/19-11-07_1829.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-4691021019714334991</id><published>2007-11-08T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T22:41:09.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haha. check out today's comic for questionable contenthttp://www.questionablecontent.net/view.php?comic=1009i went to batam today! to eat at the kelong and to shop and eat more. haha. and also test your mental math skills. things are charged by the $ '000 there. lols. alot of glitches here and there, but the 2 bargains in 5 mins before we had to leave just made my day. also, the time spent with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/4691021019714334991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/4691021019714334991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#4691021019714334991' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-2362108470030658503</id><published>2007-11-06T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T22:23:24.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>these days a strange (but familiar) voice keeps asking me to do bad things.it includes:bang your head on the wall, so you can get a concussionpick up the screwdriver and you know what to do...jump off. it'll be quite cooldrink it.. it's good.. nevermind about later, just drink itand those i actually did:bang my arm against the polecompulsively scratchnot bad already la. for someone who has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/2362108470030658503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/2362108470030658503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#2362108470030658503' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-493814665710707115</id><published>2007-11-01T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T21:15:33.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Her mind to her a kingdom is (still)my cousin came to hall for me to tutor him today, and we managed to walk from north spine back to hall. when he entered hall 1 he said, gosh, this looks like the institute of mental health.thanks so much for that comment... honestly, hall doesnt drive you nuts, if anything it keeps me sane, especially if u have friends who listen and give you good </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/493814665710707115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/493814665710707115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#493814665710707115' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-3271134596394431802</id><published>2007-10-16T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T15:12:35.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what i'm doing now: eating strawberry flavoured honey stars. because it says a bowl gives you 30% of the vitamin c you need.. and i do need it.. cuts on my gums are rapidly turning into ulcers.what i'm gonna do later: fix my poor blistered toe.. and sleep awhile before lecture again.so yeah, some picture updates.my not so aeon flux hairstyle ( i still dont know what aeon flux is though.. some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/3271134596394431802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/3271134596394431802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#3271134596394431802' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uSngY_J4sIc/RxRixinhhuI/AAAAAAAAAFM/HHIP58wP-nY/s72-c/06-10-07_1154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-405147533133090118</id><published>2007-09-28T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T13:25:21.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so in consumer behaviour lecture you learn about needs, motivation and involvement.. let's see how this applies in life...NEED - i crave self actualization, ego, need social acceptance, security, and to satisfy my psysiological demands.GOAL - need to blog and write moreTENSION - i havent been writing and some people said i write well..DESIRE - to impress others and entertain those too bored with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/405147533133090118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/405147533133090118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#405147533133090118' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-4541217262634496959</id><published>2007-09-16T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T22:51:19.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it was only when i showered that i realised the strangeness... of water actually hitting directly on my back, the excessive amount of shampoo that i had took, and the usual comb through my hair shortened. the inability to squeeze water outta my dripping hair.. and the entire sparseness of it all. sigh.ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhshit. lydia's reign of long hair has been ended by herself. haha. yup, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/4541217262634496959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/4541217262634496959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#4541217262634496959' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-4077497117711950270</id><published>2007-08-31T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T11:11:02.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>imagine, if only.. you could get this kind of scenery in singapore. oh well.. we're safe from earthquakes but we certainly dont have much nature to boast of. bukit timah hill iSNt an attraction. sigh.so here is my big accomplishment.. nothing about winning awards or coming first in some business plan competition. just good ol' me being psyched by doing amazing stunts. WAHAHA. bow and arrow, not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/4077497117711950270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/4077497117711950270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#4077497117711950270' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uSngY_J4sIc/RteGAZL0IWI/AAAAAAAAAE8/1dFzHGfVUPI/s72-c/who_by_fire_by_werol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-8191696100200735683</id><published>2007-08-17T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T13:50:02.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well well. isnt it the resident blogger back in action again.haha. so much has happened the past month.. alright, not a month but still. alot happened... havent been able to quietly sit down in front of my lappy since the last time i blogged.. havent msn-ed alot.. and havent really done much typing.. so much so that i think the wpm dropped. heh. one of those lessons my tutor asked who can type </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/8191696100200735683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/8191696100200735683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#8191696100200735683' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-7732865232589559811</id><published>2007-07-27T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T16:31:01.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Hello Hello" -  SR-71Hello HelloI bring you letters from the man you used to knowGive in let goTo the words that made you feel you weren't aloneNow it's funny how we find outTime can solve the mystery but love is only temporaryHello HelloThe smile on your face is just for showInside you screaming let me goHello HelloLoneliness doesn't make a soundTill I head back undergroundHello HelloI bring </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/7732865232589559811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/7732865232589559811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#7732865232589559811' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-2182664964048374905</id><published>2007-07-15T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T17:25:36.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey look! i highlighted my hair! yup that was yesterday. was quite glad that my cousin slept in and didnt come for tuition.. that meant time for the hairdressers' and tahdah. after one year of prompting everytime i go to the salon.. finally. haha. well one year ago the price was 90 plus. but this one was done at 75, special discount for the whiner whose mum always wanted her to pay on her own. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/2182664964048374905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/2182664964048374905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#2182664964048374905' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uSngY_J4sIc/RpnlJm5xodI/AAAAAAAAAE0/SGg-pLQcoGw/s72-c/14-07-07_1948.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-3540189058518916797</id><published>2007-07-05T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T14:03:15.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i was going through my friends' blogs and chanced upon a pic of my cousin's. it was a pic of her classmates circling the grand piano in an auditorium/hall.. and someone was playing the piano, still half covered with the black and red underside cloth pianos have.. brought back sweet memories of cj.i remember days where we came back during the holidays.. just to practice for some event or another..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/3540189058518916797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/3540189058518916797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#3540189058518916797' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-1579744182638369898</id><published>2007-07-03T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T13:32:09.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>have you ever noticed that the chicken mascot on the kellogs cornflake box was called corny? haha. i saw that this morning. nice wake up to the day...and did you know that those packets of milo, when you pour it out into a bowl you see the dark milo blobs coming out in the not-so-dark milo? they mean it when they say SHAKE WELL.and so, ben has been gone for 2 days, and i've been teaching the maid</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/1579744182638369898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/1579744182638369898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#1579744182638369898' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-2413753943718119493</id><published>2007-07-01T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T21:43:52.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And so. after sending my honey off for his hillsong conference.. i return home feeling.. somewhat empty. and even though we just parted, and i was at the foodcourt downstairs after he checked in, i missed him. to know that he'll be leaving, and i was still in the same building as him but unable to see him... sigh. yeah i know, you're thinking "oh gosh. she's just insane" well since when have i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/2413753943718119493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/2413753943718119493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#2413753943718119493' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uSngY_J4sIc/RoesS1tHvvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/TXmPwQTZF94/s72-c/DSCF0026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-1852565819029545064</id><published>2007-06-27T12:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T12:35:09.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the house smelt of fresh wood from the mills. New furniture, yet assembled, lay on the ground near the door, remnants of last night's escapade to the mall.her hands lingered on the railings as she monotonously bummed down the stairs, wondering if she should make her meal or not. Subconsciously her feet led her to the kitchen, but then she had already decided not to eat. perhaps the tummy takes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/1852565819029545064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/1852565819029545064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#1852565819029545064' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-2181900050235327259</id><published>2007-06-25T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T16:47:19.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so my failed attempt(s) to post up my pictures have frustrated me to the point of not wanting to blog. but here i am ranting again. haha.it's annoying.. when you take those pictures specially to put them here but blogger fails you. it's not my connection problem because i tested the connectivity thinggy when it said it could have been the internet connection. blargh.so yes, this week i'm just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/2181900050235327259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/2181900050235327259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#2181900050235327259' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-2043611092211269791</id><published>2007-06-21T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T21:54:51.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The way he kisses, so sweetmy hands are tingling all the way down to my feeti feel a soft whisper in my earand these are the words that i hearis it love? is it love? oh is it love?it feels so good and it feels so rightbut maybe it's just the moonlightlook at the way he looks at mei can see that that's the wayholding my hand and making a planbaby what's it gonna bethe way our bodies are lying </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/2043611092211269791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/2043611092211269791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#2043611092211269791' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-2009136715979308685</id><published>2007-06-17T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T22:56:50.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lalaaa. hello i'm back from hokkaido/tokyo. erm.. kinda been back awhile but this blogging thing... sometimes it's a chore you know? aha. but yes, i'd like to talk about my trip.. cos it was fun =)hokkaido is pretty. went in spring, so we saw lots of flowers, greenery, and volcanoes. not those spewing lava out.. but those who arent dormant but arent erupting either. stagnant. was that the word? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/2009136715979308685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/2009136715979308685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#2009136715979308685' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-3906091390953867465</id><published>2007-06-02T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T13:05:30.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"How would you define wrong? Who's to say it wouldn't be worse if I chose something else? Life has no definite paths. You can't predict any consequence for any decision made and there are always good and bad things that happen to every choice so what is there to regret? "so many things have happened, and only this quote i have from my cousin managed to provoke me out of my prison break addiction </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/3906091390953867465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/3906091390953867465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#3906091390953867465' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-1078903429683730807</id><published>2007-05-16T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T23:47:48.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey one and all!i'm a government worker!!!!!!!-pause-temporarily only la. haha.. yeah i'm working part time for 2 weeks.. under cpf. heh. those my age wouldnt be really affected by this scheme.. the gst offset package... and the senior citizen's bonus. heh. i repeat its contents like 300 times a day? cos we receive quite alot of customers at geylang west cc. haha.. all the elderly. havent spoken </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/1078903429683730807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/1078903429683730807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#1078903429683730807' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-662618071827144481</id><published>2007-05-10T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T21:56:12.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so.. here begins my 3 month holiday. i've already been on one short trip to jb/genting with the gmax/unisus people.. and yeah. had fun. what next?going to work temporarily for 2 weeks...gonna slack awhile before going to japan with my family..gonna dedicate july to omc.. and slacking.haha. and somewhere inbetween i'm supposed to start learning driving cos i've too much free time. then of course </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/662618071827144481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/662618071827144481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#662618071827144481' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-7199957988630352486</id><published>2007-04-30T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T17:34:21.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when i asked you who i had an inclination of who it was.. but i guess i already knew.you'll always hold a place in my heart, but i'm sorry it's already too late. you had your chances, but we both know it wouldnt have happened.i'm still trembling and feeling cold.. 10 mins already.it hurts.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/7199957988630352486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/7199957988630352486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#7199957988630352486' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-5338337524467035693</id><published>2007-04-21T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T21:54:37.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i must be insane.i'm right in the middle of my exams and here i am blogging and watching korean drama. yup that's what i did for saturday.. watch tv and viewed a house today.. stupid people gonna enbloc my condo.. so yeah went to freesia woods today.. it's a really nice condo.. pretty enviornment, nice facilities, but the rooms were so small. the master bedroom can only be compared to my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/5338337524467035693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/5338337524467035693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#5338337524467035693' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-5946571629532187987</id><published>2007-04-06T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T23:55:12.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sigh. one more week of tutorials and it's the last sprint towards the exams. for me? it's more like the start of real studying. bleah. anyways, was feeling all emo and philosophical just now, but decided to just post some pics up here instead.the face ben wakes up to every morning. sleepy me. 5 more minutes??? ;)bikey!ben secretly takes my phone and puts surprises in it for me to find while i'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/5946571629532187987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/5946571629532187987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#5946571629532187987' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uSngY_J4sIc/RhZofGtxZCI/AAAAAAAAADk/96OOR8iYdpE/s72-c/30-03-07_0941.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-2333991137661237400</id><published>2007-03-29T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T18:02:30.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what a day. - yesterday."on 28/03/2007 as about 6.35pm, along Nanyang Drive, near to NTU Hall Residence 4, at the bus stop, i was sitting and had placed my black coloured wallet on my lap. While waiting for the bus, i had then stood up. Few minutes later, one SBS bus (No. 179) had arrived however the bus was crowded. One male chinese subject had alighted from the bus and he was seen running to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/2333991137661237400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/2333991137661237400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#2333991137661237400' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uSngY_J4sIc/RgudJATTmSI/AAAAAAAAADA/r9UNRTh7Dlw/s72-c/DSC03140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-6791512271780090958</id><published>2007-03-19T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T18:00:31.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i shed tears of origin i know not of.last week was.. interesting i guess. my stats tutor has someting against my group, and probably is concerned that i'll bring down the average score for her class.night cycling was fun. didnt get injured this time, was more confident with the smaller sized bike. cycling with simpsons was fun, but i found myself just getting annoyed that some people arent able </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/6791512271780090958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/6791512271780090958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#6791512271780090958' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-9095292325671335621</id><published>2007-03-13T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T13:22:31.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you know how people criticise women for being fickle, being argumentative and stuff? hah.. those get circulated around in emails alot. and today my dearest sara sent me this.. quite a good laugh, but guys, dont take it too seriously =)1. Men are like . .. Laxatives ..... They irritate the crap out of you.2. Men are like. Bananas ....... The older they get, the less firm they are.3. Men are like .</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/9095292325671335621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/9095292325671335621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#9095292325671335621' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-6682980212257998819</id><published>2007-03-08T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T12:05:54.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's stats lesson again.i'm trying really hard to pay attention but it's a little difficult to concentrate (or see for that matter) when your eyes fog up all the time.just took my stats quiz, i'm happy to say i made an effort to study this time, albeit only barely, but i tried dammit. still, i didnt get to see the last page of my question paper, didnt have time to do cos i was unsure of the front</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/6682980212257998819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/6682980212257998819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#6682980212257998819' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-942878440391444999</id><published>2007-03-04T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T19:10:16.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Marketing frenzyyup that's practically what my entire recess week comprised. well. of course also ben =Djust so happened that my laptop decided to be subjected to wear and tear and thus had to send it in for repairs.. which meant that i didnt have the comfort of my laptop for the past one week. but... the bonus was living in with ben for the entire week, cos i had online meetings to discuss </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/942878440391444999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/942878440391444999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#942878440391444999' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-2281387496633301189</id><published>2007-02-17T00:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T18:42:52.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so.. the highlights of this period are night cycling and vday!! some pictures =)flowers from kaleongfrom junweioverall my desk looked like this.. thanks everyone for the flowers.. unisus guys.. and the girls for making us cards and little gifts.. really really happy to have accumulated so many flowers (17 actually) .. it's like i've never received so many flowers before! ok, need to stop being a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/2281387496633301189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/2281387496633301189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#2281387496633301189' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uSngY_J4sIc/Rdl-1LH4KWI/AAAAAAAAACE/MK2Zw1f63wk/s72-c/flowers+-KL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-1793946919433328426</id><published>2007-02-11T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T00:39:50.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Night cycling.yup. didnt regret the choice to go at all.. it was quite fun, cycling from pasir ris park to changi, to bedok, to kallang and finally to esplanade.. whoo =) the paths are relatively easy.. only at the beginning were there many stops.. which was a hindrance to me and shuqin because the bikes were a little.. tall. haha. short legs. anyway, i was indeed the first casualty.. it was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/1793946919433328426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/1793946919433328426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#1793946919433328426' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-117090748694783410</id><published>2007-02-08T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T12:04:46.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok.. back again for my weekly post during stats lesson.omg. it's bad that i'm not paying attention during lesson and blogging..but guess what! i havent done the tutorial... so that's an excuse to not be able to keep my eyes on the board... but guess what again!there are smart people (ahem-china-ahem) who have done the tutorial, mastered the formulas and methods.. and... are surfing the net! they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/117090748694783410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/117090748694783410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117090748694783410' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-117084727398576146</id><published>2007-02-07T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T19:21:14.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OMG somone PLEASE reply me on msn.msn tests your patience. literally. i think it's the connection in ntu that's screwing things up.. cant send out msgs to certain people, with bouncing back msgs in crucial moments, and annoyingly slow sending causing misunderstandings when it comes to butt-sensitive people. pffft.just random rantings today..eating rasins after chewing gum makes rasins taste... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/117084727398576146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/117084727398576146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117084727398576146' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-117030347169500921</id><published>2007-02-01T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T12:17:51.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sigh.life's been quite a standstill.. it's back to the usual again, sleeping, dragging my sorry late ass to lessons that i dont pay attention to.. going back to hall and attempting to do my tutorials but always end up only doing the bare minimum or not doing at all..tired. that's about what i can say. i'm in stats lesson now.. it's not exactly boring since the com's right in front of me.. but i'm</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/117030347169500921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/117030347169500921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117030347169500921' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-116983356904165648</id><published>2007-01-27T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T01:46:09.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ahhh.. i'm finally back home on a friday night.. using my faster and less congested wireless network at home. =) so.. this week has been the climax of all my cheer activities.. yes.. our competition! all the bruises, all the pain, all the sweat, ulcers and twisted ankles.. finally, i give you this.our youtube video posted by someone we dont know.. but thankful anyway =) we definitely tried our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/116983356904165648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/116983356904165648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116983356904165648' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-116937541521645992</id><published>2007-01-21T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T18:30:15.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>howdy to all those who still read my less than updated blog.life's been revolving around school and cheer.. it's driving me insane. haha.. tiring physically and mentally.. mentally cos you dont get enough sleep after trying to do laundry and your tutorials after cheer.. there was practically not enough time these few weeks.. and yeah.. despite all that, i think UNISUS has done well!!! managed to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/116937541521645992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/116937541521645992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116937541521645992' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-116798504516631640</id><published>2007-01-05T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T16:17:25.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my skin's as raw as .. salmon. and as pink as raw tuna.dreamland seemed like the place where things went well and everything fell back into place. either i met him or he met me, but we managed to talk and iron things out. but i guess it did shake me a little, what happened this morning.. made me want to.. just chuck aside all the worries and paranoia i had.. to just embrace things as they were, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/116798504516631640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/116798504516631640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116798504516631640' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-116756652496198828</id><published>2006-12-31T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T20:02:04.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>post christmas present, or is it something for me to end my new year with?yup. i've been away from my laptop and away from the cyber world lately. not that i cared much, life's been too fulfilling lately. haha. well, firstly, i did really badly this semester. as in, like. rock bottom grades, and i even have to retake accounting. haha. didnt think i would pass financial management, thought my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/116756652496198828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/116756652496198828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116756652496198828' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-116756542314306758</id><published>2006-12-31T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T19:43:43.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>christmas eve worship =) ben n his drums.simpsons bbq at my place!christmas prezzies under the tree.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/116756542314306758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/116756542314306758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116756542314306758' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-116714362943191943</id><published>2006-12-26T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T22:33:51.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>merry christmas one and all! (psst! there are 12 days of christmas in total!)haha, guess the christmas spirit only struck me after i started shopping for presents, getting into the mood of giving... and yeah! i shopped for presents, this year i managed to buy everyone's present at bugis and at jurong point. haha. i guess i didnt really shop much then. but coming home to outram where the nice big </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/116714362943191943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/116714362943191943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116714362943191943' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-116646637606701287</id><published>2006-12-19T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T02:26:16.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haha. dear su has been asking for emo posts but this post isnt emo at all! haha.. my life's been pretty.. happy.well, for starters, i have been attending a cheer course.. first 2 days was just a workshop.. but the next 3 days was a coaches' course.. but sadly i didnt pass.. because i prob failed my practical, which involved a bear hug (catch) but i couldnt catch on time.. no strength.. rar. so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/116646637606701287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/116646637606701287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116646637606701287' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-116589527843781791</id><published>2006-12-12T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T11:47:58.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tis the season when deviantart has cute christmas lights and decos added to their webpage logo.ha. ha. ha. ho. ho. ho. merry.......... sigh. tis the season to be jolly. oh whooo hoo.ok. sorry. i'm just extremely tired.. my bruises hurt, my ankles hurt, my ass muscles are cramped.. and this is just the beginning of it. this week i'll have 7 days worth of cheerleading. aint that cool? i love cheer </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/116589527843781791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/116589527843781791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116589527843781791' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-116530811229086117</id><published>2006-12-05T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T16:52:32.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>5th dec 2006:0001h: doing liberty (cheer training thingo) on the stone table with the cheer girls =) got wished while having leg cramps doing liberty.0120h: went for a run around school (179 bus route) with ade, shiqi and eileen. it's insanity i tell you. i HATE running and i went running on that long route.. killed my brain and my lungs. but i made it back.0220h: at ah fang having supper, which </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/116530811229086117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/116530811229086117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116530811229086117' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-116478920293670839</id><published>2006-11-29T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T16:37:16.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So there was a cindy...haha.. it's the end of exams.. decided that i'm not gonna take up a temp job since i've got cheer pracs, a possible trip(subject to approval) and OMC meetings..so there was a cindy who worked at couple lab.. it's just that.. haha. cindy wasnt ben's friend.. he had to befriend her to .. haha make the story more realistic. seriously.. the lengths he went to make up the story,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/116478920293670839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/116478920293670839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116478920293670839' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-116464335956788853</id><published>2006-11-27T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T00:08:16.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my dear ben puts on his thinking cap when he does his programming =)yup.. it's the end of the exams. tough stretch? nah.. since i really didnt put in much effort the entire semester.. the past 2 weeks were just.. everything crammed into my head at once. and as i mentioned before, reading your lecture notes once before going into the exam (and i mean once in the entire semester) is literally </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/116464335956788853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/116464335956788853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116464335956788853' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-116408778535609198</id><published>2006-11-21T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T13:43:05.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>in the midst of exams.can you imagine, returning to your hostel on a sunday night at 11pm, knowing you just started studying french when your paper's tomorrow.. and you have no idea what you just studied for accounting the past 3 days because of all the shit's that swimming around in my head.. and making herbal tea for yourself cos you felt your throat hurting from the damn fried fish from kfc (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/116408778535609198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/116408778535609198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116408778535609198' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-116378495272410971</id><published>2006-11-18T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T01:35:52.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i had to blog this down."i am cow" - stupid song that's so funny.i am cow hear me mooi weigh twice as much as youand i look good on a bbq.yoghurt, curd cream, cheese and buttersmade from liquid from my uddersi am cow i am cowhear me mooi am cow eating grassmethane gas comes out my assand out my muzzle when i belcho the ozone layer is thinnerfrom the outcome of my dinneri am cow i am cow i've got </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/116378495272410971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/116378495272410971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116378495272410971' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-116365038115494261</id><published>2006-11-16T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T23:34:28.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's the season for those pretty trees to flower and litter the floor =)i love these trees.. they make you feel all.. serene and comfy.. especially when their pink and whites are all over the floor.. such a nice sight to have in the morning. it's even nicer to wake up to someone trying to smoothe out your hair as you sleep so it wont be messy when you wake up.. -sigh- what more can i ask for...oh</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/116365038115494261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/116365038115494261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116365038115494261' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-116333983537418114</id><published>2006-11-12T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T21:57:15.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok guess what. i've got like exams starting this wednesday and i havent started studying. how cool is that. i mean.. sheesh what am i doing with my life here? i have absolutely no idea why i cannot get started on studying, knowing that i already have no time to catch up. i have like zero information about financial management in my brain now, and my paper's next thursday if i not wrong. and i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/116333983537418114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/116333983537418114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116333983537418114' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-116262575215385248</id><published>2006-11-04T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T15:35:52.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why Can't I? - Liz PhairGet a load of me, get a load of youWalkin' down the street, and I hardly know youIt's just like we were meant to beHolding hands with you, and we're out at nightGot a girlfriend, you say it isn't rightAnd I've got someone waiting tooThis is, this is just the beginningWe're already wet, and we're gonna go swimmingWhy can't I breathe whenever I think about youWhy can't I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/116262575215385248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/116262575215385248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116262575215385248' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-116235387427107025</id><published>2006-11-01T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T12:04:34.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>they say, the owner grows into the house. and it is true, a home is built through someone's careful and thoughtful arrangement of furniture, the love put into decorating the place just the way you want it, the concern you show when problems crop up and the pains you'll go through to fix them.the owner(s) will wash the floor, the clothes, do ironing and scent up the place with their humanly smells</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/116235387427107025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/116235387427107025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116235387427107025' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-116215195436656211</id><published>2006-10-30T03:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T03:59:14.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Isnt that the sweetest thing ever? Ben and Maurice went for a drum clinic thingy.. and got the guy to autograph the poster with a message left for me... it says (if you cant read it..) "Lydia, wish you had made it to my drum clinic! see you next time!"i feel special =)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/116215195436656211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/116215195436656211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116215195436656211' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-116214189621655765</id><published>2006-10-30T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T02:48:08.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i almost let you go.to hold onto this was selfishto keep balancing on both endsto say such things to two.i almost.criedknowing one day i would.drifting away for something uncertain making decisions that shouldnt be madei... couldnt.the turmoil so chaotic, it's almost like fking romeo and juliet.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/116214189621655765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/116214189621655765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116214189621655765' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-116191891689699256</id><published>2006-10-27T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T11:35:15.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The fool says in his heart, 'there is no God.' They are corrupt, their deeds are vile; there is no one who does good." - Psalms 14:1"And do not swear by your head, for you cannot make even one hair white or black. Simply let your 'yes' be 'yes' and your 'no', 'no'; anything beyond this comes from the evil one." - Matthew 5: 36-37yes. i think i read those verses at around 6.30am? he brought his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/116191891689699256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/116191891689699256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116191891689699256' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-116171888409281067</id><published>2006-10-25T03:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T03:45:23.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmmm....lately, i've been blessed with yet another milestone in my life... found someone again, who shows me concern, who looks out for me, keeps me company on long train rides and till late at night....someone who'll give me his fluffier pillows for my comfort, who'll pile me with pillows to keep me warm, fan me when i'm feeling warm, watch me sleep at the expense of his, gently wake me to watch</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/116171888409281067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/116171888409281067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116171888409281067' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-116092443279404591</id><published>2006-10-15T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T23:00:32.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm gonna slap myself silly, then return to normal. i promise.so yeaah, enough of emo me, getting boring you say? haha... sorry guys, just been hard to cope with myself lately.so, what's been happening? i've been actively active in hall stuff, but horribly neglecting my work. i mean, i'm at chapter zero for financial management and i dont know where for the others. basically, i have to buck up. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/116092443279404591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/116092443279404591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116092443279404591' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5687414.post-116058198022506857</id><published>2006-10-11T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T23:53:00.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok, so my boss didn't fire me..things should go back to normal now..today was tiring. i was at boon lay, went to pasir ris, overslept, rushed back to boon lay, quick shower, then went to suntec.reliance means alot of shit to memy roomie's having a skype meeting for her IT. ommfg. i so cant concentrate on anything.let's see.. what i have to do before i sleep tonight :- study french test for tmr- </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/116058198022506857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5687414/posts/default/116058198022506857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twinbells.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116058198022506857' title=''/><author><name>landon carlton</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03663692457781885045</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
