<?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-1902245790323989723</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:51:56.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I live for love. &lt;3</title><subtitle type='html'>Taq and link.
That's a must; (:
Reading my personal's are optional.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</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>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-1029506585048648270</id><published>2009-05-01T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T00:27:47.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its all over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/Sfqya2GY00I/AAAAAAAAAf0/PSon6fz3Lkw/s1600-h/crynomore.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330769283215053634" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 201px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/Sfqya2GY00I/AAAAAAAAAf0/PSon6fz3Lkw/s320/crynomore.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its all over. Is it?&lt;br /&gt;I broke my own heart. I guess its my own fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my life now. Always. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;PS. I will be making my blog private soon. While no one can see it. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sigh. Why must you crush my life? W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;hy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't know what to say anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-1029506585048648270?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/1029506585048648270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=1029506585048648270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/1029506585048648270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/1029506585048648270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-know-who-are-you-anymore.html' title='Its all over.'/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/Sfqya2GY00I/AAAAAAAAAf0/PSon6fz3Lkw/s72-c/crynomore.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-8695499646557209868</id><published>2009-04-25T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T02:09:29.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry. I will only post when the time is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm insignificant. I know. I wish I could change, for the better.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to accept myself. But I just can't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you help me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crying on the inside&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could help me.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to let you know&lt;br /&gt;that my love is for you to see.&lt;br /&gt;Please, don't give up fighting&lt;br /&gt;give yourself hope&lt;br /&gt;cos God will be here to give you strength&lt;br /&gt;to guide you wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;Please stay strong&lt;br /&gt;for everyone, for us.&lt;br /&gt;We'll pray for you&lt;br /&gt;till the very last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please. Do it for us.&lt;br /&gt;And; I'm fading in the corner. I wish I could be back into the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, please guide her and bless her in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit:// Everyone keeps asking me if I'm all right.&lt;br /&gt;Am I really? That, I have no answer. But I shall pray for Chloe, and I pray for everyone, including for myself to be strong to be able to pass through this saddening and unbearable moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-8695499646557209868?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/8695499646557209868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=8695499646557209868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/8695499646557209868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/8695499646557209868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2009/04/sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-3733896965432052346</id><published>2009-04-14T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T23:06:30.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SeVx-xH7ptI/AAAAAAAAAfM/38NkBGqSqPk/s1600-h/Image060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324787457587914450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SeVx-xH7ptI/AAAAAAAAAfM/38NkBGqSqPk/s320/Image060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ack. I look horrendous. -.-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hahah. Anw, I had ballet exam today so I didn't go to school. Hence the timing of this blog post! :D *ahem* Sorry Vanna, for pang-sehing you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS. OMG!!! I think I danced really BADLY !&lt;/strong&gt; My mind just blanked out and the examinor is SUPER strict with this bony face. I can hardly see her eyes cos' of her specs. Somehow, the specs remind me of Gwong's. She totally just took my confidence out of me whenever I saw her!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And once I even poked out my tongue cos I did a movement wrong. -.- Oh joy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sigh. I seriously can't wait to see my marks kay. Ballet may be unfailable no matter how lousy you dance (o.o) but Mr Fan will surely pick on me the next grade. ): &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;PSS. Our examinor is Jean Wong btw. She's famous in Hong Kong. Which means that she marks strict and has high expectations. And I had a lot of mistakes. HOW FABULOUS!! -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324791009906812578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SeV1NiiwZqI/AAAAAAAAAfU/51ND0-Db7vk/s320/Image055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Juliani tying her shoes. :D MY stupid shoes were irritating me by the laces. -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324792518779728322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SeV2lXiF8cI/AAAAAAAAAfc/RZDQfxbNDsU/s320/Image056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Xinhui doing splits. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324794191372899250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SeV4GubYU7I/AAAAAAAAAfk/k23Fy598vRw/s320/Image076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324794547459420786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SeV4bc9BcnI/AAAAAAAAAfs/qP8_e2LIrDo/s320/Image065.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And me, with my ugly hair. -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;:D Okay! I'm done. I just want this post to be short and over with. I can't stand thinking about this day, ugh! ): Sigh. Dear god, please, look over her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-3733896965432052346?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3733896965432052346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=3733896965432052346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/3733896965432052346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/3733896965432052346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2009/04/ack.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</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/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SeVx-xH7ptI/AAAAAAAAAfM/38NkBGqSqPk/s72-c/Image060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-2310759804611938274</id><published>2009-04-10T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T03:23:02.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BEWARE. LONG POST!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/Sd7-vEcmsdI/AAAAAAAAAbE/GAe6O1UEuxk/s1600-h/DSC00396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322971894199529938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/Sd7-vEcmsdI/AAAAAAAAAbE/GAe6O1UEuxk/s320/DSC00396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*SNAP SNAP*&lt;br /&gt;Hello, happy mellow yellow friends! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes, I'm verryyyyyyyyy happy this week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GUESS WHY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Eh. No. Not because DJ has rebonded her hair and the fact that I am fretting over her homework cos I did not bring the teenage digest and the Yue du file home. She just have to wait for me to choing on it when I come back to school on Monday. ): Omg! I dreamt that I never manage to complete any work when I get back to school. == Spastic dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And no again, cos yeah, its good friday, &lt;strong&gt;but a holiday isn't complete with NARVs&lt;/strong&gt;! Changi is too far, my dear darling Vanna. Sorryyy. And dumb jiawen had to be sick! D: Hahah. Get well soon too, you smelly obsessed-over-Darwis-and-Seewah Banana. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322977554531175010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/Sd8D4i01SmI/AAAAAAAAAbM/C0a4LqdYWQo/s320/Image069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;RANDOM PIC OF CAM-WHORING D:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I feel like eating Subway cookies on a rainy day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-x-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eh. Firstly. I love CIP. :D Especially the bus rides!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Red Cross on Wednesday. Red cross is a home for people with disabilities. In case you don't know where it is, {I also don't know either (-.-)} its in this super ulu place squash in some corner surrounded by many terrace house with no sign of life. Except a cat walking about the toilets outside the building. Rachel warned me and Vanna that this CIP trip is more boring than the Metta's Home. Not saying that Metta's Home is boring of course! xD Its quite enjoyable, especially molesting doors. (;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I privately agreed cos there isn't private rooms to take more videos at Red Cross. ): What a disappointment. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But there's this friendly guy named Christopher, that can tell what is your birthday's DAY as he had memorised the whole calender. But he got mine wrong though. ): Hahah. DJ tried to dazzle him by her constant flicking of her rebonded hair. -.- &lt;strong&gt;SHE HAS THE SAME BIRTHDAY AS MY MUM WOULD YOU BELIEVE!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I added her on Facebook. She photoshop all her pictures till she look exceptionally pretty. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323438316310812418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SeCm8aNo1wI/AAAAAAAAAbc/UJdAtRMiWJ0/s320/MOP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmmm. But there's nothing much to tell actually. We clean, we sing, we chat. Only dumb kirstie got glued on to their television to this Channel 8 drama. Apparently! Me too. :D Gwong keep snapping pictures of us. Especially one PARTICULARY unglam one. -.- He better don't publish it anywhere. If its in the connexio, I swear, I'll sue!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was just a replay serial but I never bother to watch it before, but is super nice! Must make the time and effort to go and search on it online in Youtube. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay. PICTURES! Yes, these are the pictures that we took on the bus ride to Red cross! I stole all the pics from Vanna :D COS SPASTIC KIRSTIE is TOO LAZY to send them to me cos all the pictures that we took are taken from her camera. Pok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323439762580610034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SeCoQl_Om_I/AAAAAAAAAbk/kDaJQjBv_S4/s320/CIMG1590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and Kirstie :D Omg, she looks like she went for Facial!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323439987311131730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SeCodrLKPFI/AAAAAAAAAbs/uMdnEOodzIs/s320/CIMG1598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRESENTING THE RETARDED NELIA AND KIM SEAH, RESIDENTS OF FROG AND OCTOPUS RESIDENTS! Bunch of nehnehpoks. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323640144696873122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SeFegXiqkKI/AAAAAAAAAb0/o5v6qZKcg0M/s320/CIMG1592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HAHA. SEEWAH!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TO JIAWEN : My blog pictures can't be stolen. (: Hint!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323640449820056802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SeFeyINs3OI/AAAAAAAAAb8/BudEaGWFud8/s320/CIMG1595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spastic Kirstie with my darling desk partner GRACE OH-MY-GOD. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323641121859898210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SeFfZPwfC2I/AAAAAAAAAcE/7kAKi3S6PwI/s320/CIMG1601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and my precious darling VANNA. I really want to take out the smiley face but I can't cos I stole this from her blog. -.- Retarded. BE DAZZLED BY HER BEAUTY KAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323642993457822738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SeFhGMAM_BI/AAAAAAAAAcU/AK7G2VCHjVs/s320/CIMG1603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh. I love this photo. Artistic right?? Vanna took this. (: I'm going to use it for Facebook!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323643530255063714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SeFhlbuo2qI/AAAAAAAAAcc/MaP_UYCKcYo/s320/CIMG1604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And another artistic photo taken by Vanna ong. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And btw. The video about spastic kirstie cleaning the windows is still currently unavailable. 0.o If you're wondering!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, here are the pictures that we took IN Red Cross. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323644084760158626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SeFiFta9IaI/AAAAAAAAAck/hdVruSmMRp8/s320/CIMG1630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken when we were going upstairs to clean the rooms. (: I offered to take a picture of them, including Vanna but Vanna didn't want to be inside. -.- And I was holding a pail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323645442222279458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SeFjUuXJSyI/AAAAAAAAAcs/6aHr--52XPk/s320/CIMG1633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Took jump shots when we were done cleaning. (: Didn't have much chance to interact with people cos first, I'm &lt;strong&gt;SHY. YES, SHY&lt;/strong&gt;. And they didn't really want to chat with me. ): Instead, some of them watched the TV instead. Except Christopher, HAHA. Gwong kept taking pics. -.- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So it was allowable to take photoes! Gwong even offered his camera to I forgot who to take our jump shot pics. Apparently, Kirstie's camera is kind of slow so it couldn't catch us in mid-air. ==&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I know my jump poses are weird so don't laugh!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323647141913000242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SeFk3qM_eTI/AAAAAAAAAc0/vPb2mpgzL6Q/s320/CIMG1634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kirstie's boobsxz are bigsxzz. :D HAHA. SORRY. I couldn't help it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323648038018214818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SeFlr0dH66I/AAAAAAAAAc8/ndT7sE-CCsw/s320/CIMG1650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;BUT. SOMEONE'S JUMP POSE IS SOMEHOW WEIRDER. -.- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323649155658574818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SeFms3_Wa-I/AAAAAAAAAdE/uL6DUPkAoRE/s320/CIMG1639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PLAIN RETARDEDNESS. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323650634370849058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SeFoC8n1GSI/AAAAAAAAAdM/NzvP9HD1zNY/s320/CIMG1659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YONGZHEN :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323653797402533970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SeFq7D1WYFI/AAAAAAAAAdU/GaKizrC1SpM/s320/CIMG1678.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DJ tried to be funny and blur our photo. :D It didn't work, haha. NEHNEH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323654422716745042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SeFrfdT4BVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/IugGcRT2uLw/s320/CIMG1681.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hearts! :D And love! I think it's me that my heart can't be seen. ): Aw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay! So thats seriously all for Red Cross photoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Should we say thanks to DJ for contributing $100 bucks to Red cross? Hmm. Maybe. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PS. Sorry Germaine! I haven't pay my $2 yet. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And bless your kind soul to people who had donated to Red cross. Especially the person who even donated a Plasma TV!! :D We'll come and visit you again soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-x-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah yes! And If you're wondering why am I so high and happy, I shall tell you why.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;YES!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323429818292074514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SeCfNwoFeBI/AAAAAAAAAbU/SyJHL8cDvnI/s320/Image057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I&lt;strong&gt; WAS CHOSEN TO BE AN EX-CO IN ART CLUB! AND IN THE POSITION THAT I HAVE REQUESTED TO AS WELL! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HEHEHE. :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU TO EVERYONE, WHO HAD VOTED FOR ME! I LOVE YOU ALL SO SO MUCH!!!! xD &lt;/strong&gt;Btw, Jiawen. Its not the TOILET DECORATING LEADER. -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mmmm! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And congrats to Peining, Nichole, Jennifer and Ann as well. (: We will all do a great job and stay in the exco after this TRAIL week kay? We can do it! (And I don't mean the sick way)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nichole Ho: President&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tan Pei Ning: Vice-President&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ME! : Logistics&lt;br /&gt;Ann Tang: Welfare&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Teo: Admin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hahah. :D I'm supppperrrr happy! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But unfortunately, my parents didn't really show any signs of happiness. -.- NO. I am happy with what I had achieved! And I have come up with this equation that it can never be solved!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AILIN + PRESIDENT + ART CLUB = ???!???!??? EXPLOSION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAHAHA. AND I'M WAITING, NARVS. YES, I AM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So anyway.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm going to post about what happened yesterday, at 11th April. Went out with Vanna, Germaine and Kirstie NEOOOOOO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Its nothing special really; just some normal funny stuff on a friends' outing. (: &lt;strong&gt;But I CAN MAKE YOU DROOL OVER FOOOOOOD. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The main reason we went out was to discuss the science project actually; and the slides and everything. But APPARENTLY, we finished discussing over it in 10 MINUTES in the library. Germaine was whining cos it was over so quickly. Thinking about it, we can actually discuss this over MSN so this meeting is unnecessary. -.- But who doesn't want to have the chance of going out with your dear friends? (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323658793140973826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SeFvd2aNcQI/AAAAAAAAAdk/TtyCFLHLp30/s320/Image096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HAHAH. Kirstie our MOTHER. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We teased her cos she looks the oldest among the rest of us partly because of her _____. (: Germaine said that she looks 18. I said she looks 16. So I dared her to blag about her age and sneak into the cinema to watch Slumdog Millionaire. *ITS A NC 16 MOVIE!* But its not showing in cinema's anymore. What a pity. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323659766262670354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SeFwWfkgJBI/AAAAAAAAAds/IIvpTfFb_xU/s320/Image094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hmm. Typical Unglam-ness?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But Vanna had to leave at 2:30pm cos she and her sisters were going to watch Jonas Brother's 3D. SHE PANG SEH ME. ): Actually, I also don't mind watching even I'm not really a fan. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323660721542714626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SeFxOGRA1QI/AAAAAAAAAd0/HND5g4KJPoY/s320/JONAS+BROTHERS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*Ahem* Anw, Yep! After PETITE Vanna (:D) went with her family, &lt;strong&gt;WE &lt;/strong&gt;went to walk around AMK hub. Okay, walk wasn't the right word. Drift is more like it. We didn't know where we were heading, so we just wander around. Then we spotted this near the arcade!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323730748766164674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SeGw6OAIFsI/AAAAAAAAAeE/9ZGYjuSPC9M/s320/Image101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think its cool. (: So I clamoured to have a picture taken with my 'MOM'. The objective I took the picture because I like the heart thingy. Not because I wanted to win those tickets. But I don't mind watching it all the same. Cam-whored!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323733715881743106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SeGzm7Xm0wI/AAAAAAAAAeU/945We0oC4MA/s320/Image107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;GERMAINE'S LOVE FOR __________ :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323734440092247634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SeG0RFQ2JlI/AAAAAAAAAec/x2zP2J52LUs/s320/Image108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;MY LOVE, FOR MY 'MOM'. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323732434983902274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SeGycXpw3EI/AAAAAAAAAeM/H2CpFg7x_Qw/s320/Image106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*RANDOM* Germaine say Alice is chio! :D I think the Alice's I've known so far are all pretty! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Like: Alice in Wonderland &amp;amp; Twilight! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay. Now I'm seriously going to make you drool. (: No. Not the Jonas Brother's picture kay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cos, yet again, after the short phototaking session, we again, wondered around. And walking builds up a hefty appetite, yeah? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So. The only thing that appetizes me now is. . . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323725021866278018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SeGrs3oyvII/AAAAAAAAAd8/sEOQFST2l4c/s320/Image102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YAMI YOGURTTT!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I can't believe Kirstie and Germaine never ate it before. 0.0 Hahah. The picture above is actually Yogurt ice cream. HOW COOL IS THAT? :D Its soooo good! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;PS. Kirstie, as usual, bought the Medium one. I wonder how she finished it, seriously. Me and germaine shared one with Orea cookie topping! ITS A MUST TRY! AND ONLY FOR $3.00! I know its a bit expensive though , for just a small cup. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323739195520129698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SeG4l4nNGqI/AAAAAAAAAes/ZsAsZu7MdJs/s320/Image105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So anyway. I was still hungry after the Yogurt. Kirstie suggests that we go to subway and take our own sweet time to eat cookies and talk. Well. Cos' she has blisters on her feet, due to her shoes with HEELS. I think SNEAKERS rocks the best, along with slippers. xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323736308333684434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SeG191AUJtI/AAAAAAAAAek/NQ7LUSUi1Co/s320/Image103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bought 3 double choc cookies! Wanted to buy just choco chip but germaine bought wrongly. -.- Nehneh. Then I complained that I was thirsty, so MOM bought us a Subway drink, mixed with Sprite and F&amp;amp;N Orange. I dislike F&amp;amp;N orange cos of its gasiness. ): Hahah. Sorry Kirstie! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Germaine left us as well mid way after eating her cookie to meet her REAL mum. :D I bought the New Paper as well and read about this teen giving off her Nude photoes for Pet Society' furniture &lt;strong&gt;just for the thrill&lt;/strong&gt;. I think you should go and see the doctor, girl. Is it all what's your dignity worth? -.- Its just a virtual world, for god's sake! Get over it !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323741850525195026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SeG7AbRvWxI/AAAAAAAAAe0/Csf924se4ho/s320/Image104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;GUESS WHAT. I was stil hungry after Subway. o.o I think I'm becoming to be like Jughead, and I need to lose a little weight cos my ballet skirt is super tight! But Mos burger is beckoning to me with it's fries. OH ITS DELICIOUS FRIES. So, me and kirstie went to bag a seat and start eating hot golden chips mixed with Tomato sauce. OMG. YUM! So much better than Mac's fries. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And I have this GREAT IDEA, inspiration credited to ARCHIES! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;YES! FRIENDS! Lets organise this EATING COMPETITION KAY? :D See who can go to the most restaurants in AMK hub and eat AT LEAST one item in each in a certain amount of time kay? It doesn't matter about the price, just eat something! &lt;strong&gt;THE WINNER GETS A $5000 PRIZE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In monopoly money of course. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So yeah? please! For fun, and for entertainment sake! If you are fussed about gaining weight, you could buy vegetarien pastries or pies. xD The budget should be about $50 I guess. Drinks DOES COUNT AS WELL. (: Hey, maybe I will try after my dance exam. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-x-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So yeah. That's the end of the day. I went back home, satisfied and full!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay. One more random picture while I end of this post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323747291288373074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SeG_9HsxB1I/AAAAAAAAAfE/IH_w8KDKo1A/s320/Image0051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE MISS YOU, MR GAN! COME BACK, TO US!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;kay, bye tooty fruit cakes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;xxxnaisxx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-2310759804611938274?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/2310759804611938274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=2310759804611938274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/2310759804611938274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/2310759804611938274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2009/04/beware-long-post.html' title='BEWARE. LONG POST!'/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/Sd7-vEcmsdI/AAAAAAAAAbE/GAe6O1UEuxk/s72-c/DSC00396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-70322248730606721</id><published>2009-04-06T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T06:22:28.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SdoBrU_bD0I/AAAAAAAAAa8/5XouQ1Fw7z0/s1600-h/DSC00305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321567753572388674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SdoBrU_bD0I/AAAAAAAAAa8/5XouQ1Fw7z0/s320/DSC00305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONGRATULATIONS ST.NICKS BAND! {SNSB}&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GOLD WITH HONOURS!! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-70322248730606721?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/70322248730606721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=70322248730606721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/70322248730606721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/70322248730606721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2009/04/congratulations-st.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SdoBrU_bD0I/AAAAAAAAAa8/5XouQ1Fw7z0/s72-c/DSC00305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-6108147768233049426</id><published>2009-03-28T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T05:58:21.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/Sc4dMVJr-QI/AAAAAAAAAZc/7rH45dfY90Y/s1600-h/love-laces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318220307644545282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/Sc4dMVJr-QI/AAAAAAAAAZc/7rH45dfY90Y/s320/love-laces.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Sigh. Yes, I'm finally blogging again. After one tiring week of heartbreak and the feeling of loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS. If you have notice, I have deleted my previous post about the dead cat etc. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Anyway. Yes. Part of my extremely bad week was that my grandma; had rolled off the slope one morning, fell out of her wheelchair, and had land into a drain which she was later sent into hospital. Ironic, after I came home from a NARV day out to discover such bad news; to be surprised, horrified. In addition, her condition has worsened this very morning as she had bleeding in her brain. ): But still, I would like to thank those who had prayed for her and giving her your best wishes. It is really a very bad week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS, it was the returning of report books. Horrible horrible results! But at least I improved. :D MUST really choing hard for this term and try to absorbed most of Mr Gan's lesson as much as possible! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. I must be optimistic! Breathe, breathe.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh (Again) I'm having the FLU. I'm sneezing my nose out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, did I mentioned that Ms Chee has left the school? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-x-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god for friends!&lt;br /&gt;At least I have some great things to update about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318226113341768546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/Sc4ieRDxQ2I/AAAAAAAAAZk/0jii9HO8sDc/s320/Image027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I now have the aspirations to become a TATOOIST. (Thanks to Grace's plastic bag) Too bad that your skin is a organ so you can't really draw on them too much in precaution of skin poisoning. D: Great hobby to do while listening in Mr Gan's lesson, yeah? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yes, we are learning physics now. -.- Vanna is delighted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anw, our class was scheduled to go to &lt;strong&gt;Metta's Home for the Disabled &lt;/strong&gt;on the 24th March; so yep, this is quite a while ago. It was fun in the bus ride on the way though. (: AND NOW, I GOT A VIDEO FOR YOU TO WATCH, SO WATCH IT! :D (Considering the fact that most of you watched it already. . . which the FAMOUS NELIA AND KIM SEAH is hosting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-61965f0d45c74b1c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D61965f0d45c74b1c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331878972%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4DB06C08BAA7CAA46FB9D1D96E1F5B23A2D80C9F.6DD3E59660F0DD36BE04E2ED0E740942F6E442CC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D61965f0d45c74b1c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOMQc7nwxD3aQNBxWYt0hDYubJf4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D61965f0d45c74b1c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331878972%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4DB06C08BAA7CAA46FB9D1D96E1F5B23A2D80C9F.6DD3E59660F0DD36BE04E2ED0E740942F6E442CC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D61965f0d45c74b1c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOMQc7nwxD3aQNBxWYt0hDYubJf4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we reached there, it was a little scary at first cos everyone was watching us above through the grills ready to welcome us. (: I thought they were statues at first because they weren't moving. Gave me the creeps. Me, Vanna, Grace and Kirstie then volunteered to be in the cleaning group so we didn't get the chance to interact with the people that were housed there; and I realised that cleaning was quite fun if those nurses would just quit staring at us. XP Have you heard of CLEANING IN PRIVACY? :D Hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318233996939994562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/Sc4ppJwDpcI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/3-a0mQGudXY/s320/IMAGE.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cam-whored while cleaning the mirrors in the domitories. I SWEAR it isn't my idea. Hahah. Sigh. Censored Vanna's face as requested. I don't want to get killed. ): She's so adorable and yet so retarded to keep hiding her face in photos. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318235232665509698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/Sc4qxFL-n0I/AAAAAAAAAaE/5fZcUfcwmOE/s320/Image054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And yes, I have another video for you (!) of HOW TO CLEAN A MIRROR - BY KIRSTIE NEO. &lt;/strong&gt;No, I'm not posting the video of &lt;strong&gt;HOW TO MOLEST A DOOR&lt;/strong&gt;. Its strictly private. (: By me, of course; horny people. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-sorry, video under construction at time being-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think Kirstie's spastic laughter could just make your day. (: But I'm a bit worried about the Macbeth play. I haven't really memorised my lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Double bubble toil and trouble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fire burn and cauldron bubble. . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so, thats the end of the trip for Metta's Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Omg, if only we never got our report books back; it'll make the trip much more enjoyable without having to think how is your parents going to murder you back home. . .)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PS. Anw. Did I mention that I'm going to Xiamen for the June holidays for a school trip? I have found out some shocking news. Okay, its not really shocking because its rather expected, but I feel a little digusted if that's really the truth. But I'm not going to give anything away. Find it out yourself. Again, I think most of you know about it. (: Sorry Kirstie and Grace, cos seriously, right now, I feel like backing out of the trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I'm not going to let HER spoil the fun that is going to happen in my life. Oh no!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-x-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ANW. COOOL UPDATES! (FINALLY)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS UPDATE IS RELEVANT TO THE ABOVE ONE SO PLEASE READ THE TOP ONE FIRST BEFORE SCROLLING DOWN, THANKS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321546527829031474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SdnuX072ejI/AAAAAAAAAaU/LvzUUX0-uBI/s320/Image095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes. The drink you see here, is actually not plain iced tea. Really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LET ME ANALYSE IT FOR YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321549200364287426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SdnwzY56NcI/AAAAAAAAAac/fex_lM8qmws/s320/Image095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;{COPYRIGHTED BY YOONAILIN KAY? :D}&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hmm. In case the words are too small, I shall elaborate. Yes. There are vegetables inside this drink, chicken, spaghetti sauce, plus a strand of spaghetti, Milo, Soup, Pepper, Ice lemon tea, Chilli and some random thing that I forgot what. I think they are more but its not really visible. Anyway. . . here's a closer look from top view:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321550940619677074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SdnyYr3IHZI/AAAAAAAAAas/YUFn_aPhIDM/s320/Image096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww. You can't really see it too though. But you get the gist of the idea. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kirstie bet Vanna to drink it for $5 for one sip. And I did it before, really. But with more ingredients such as saliva, fishball and some noodles. Guess what? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got BIG BUSINESS to do every few hours after that.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Don't laugh. It hurts, and its kind of gross. I can still recall the sour milky taste. (: And I did it for free kay! &lt;strong&gt;Its for experimental reasons&lt;/strong&gt;. And don't you dare say I told you so. I was dared, and I did it. My friend had to lick the base of her shoe in return. I'm not lying. She did; as we exchanged dares. She licked the floor as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Eeecyuck. Disgusting. Thinking about it makes me want to laugh. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So yeah. If you're wondering. Nope, Vanna didn't do the dare cos Kirstie backed out. I think Kirstie is kind of dumb.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321557530838093266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/Sdn4YSVozdI/AAAAAAAAAa0/OsjxFF6clk8/s320/Image090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SEEWAH GOT AN ADMIRER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And its certainly not Jiawen kay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way. I'm quite angry with the subsequent change of science teachers. CAN YOU ACTUALLY BELIEVE THAT WE CHANGED 4 TEACHERS IN JUST A SHORT 3 MONTHS?? Yes. Mr Gan has retired and Vanna is quite upset. ): I want him back too, {&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;even though he's kind of boring&lt;/span&gt;} and the new physics teacher doesn't really know how to teach. He doesn't really notice that not much students are listening in his lessons, he just read off the slides in edulearn, and he just randomly give out worksheets without telling us how to do them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kirstie say that he is worse than a sleeping pill. Hahaha. I want to learn Bio! *Is jealous at 2G* Blah. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hmm. Change of subject. Speaking about . . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MACBETH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I can't say that I acted it out very well. I'm sorry Kirstie, for mentioning this. Forgive me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I feel like recieting it again, so I shall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fillet of a fenny snake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the cauldron boil and bake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eye of newt, toe of frog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wool of bat and tongue of dogs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adders' fork of blind worm's sting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lizards' leg and howlets wing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For a charm of powerful trouble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like a hell broth boil and bubble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HA! ROCHELLE GOT 23/25 FOR HER PERFORMANCE. SEEWAH AND DEBBI ALSO GOT ONE OF THE HIGHEST. SEE THE RESULTS OF JOINING &lt;strong&gt;LD &lt;/strong&gt;HUH??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And geography test was awesome. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LAST NOTE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM NOT GOING FOR HOME STAY EVEN IF YOU KILL ME. I MEAN IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318237800399737186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/Sc4tGivhkWI/AAAAAAAAAaM/U2fYK4bb1fU/s320/Image055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is rather random, but I spotted this in the school toilet. Looks familiar, doesn't it? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love you everybody! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;PS. My life is kind of boring right now, so I have nothing much to post.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-6108147768233049426?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=61965f0d45c74b1c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/6108147768233049426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=6108147768233049426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/6108147768233049426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/6108147768233049426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2009/03/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/Sc4dMVJr-QI/AAAAAAAAAZc/7rH45dfY90Y/s72-c/love-laces.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-5646168708530674554</id><published>2009-03-18T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T01:50:01.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you. Thank you for everyone out there that prayed. (: Her condition has improved, and I have you and God to thank for. So much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to blog again this week. I have quite some few things to blog/update about. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;PS. HAPPY BIRTHDAY THERESE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-5646168708530674554?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/5646168708530674554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=5646168708530674554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/5646168708530674554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/5646168708530674554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2009/03/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-8854441440859051714</id><published>2009-03-14T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T08:01:19.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NELIA AND MINMIN (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313057734598754306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SbvF3B3mgAI/AAAAAAAAAZE/d4TwK5QEAiw/s320/love3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUGS AND KISSES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PS. Will be blogging and updating only tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxnaisxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-8854441440859051714?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/8854441440859051714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=8854441440859051714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/8854441440859051714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/8854441440859051714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-nelia-and-minmin-hugs.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SbvF3B3mgAI/AAAAAAAAAZE/d4TwK5QEAiw/s72-c/love3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-995660211371500350</id><published>2009-03-07T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T06:11:00.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M YOURS :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;**YAY! MY 100th POST!**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Sorry for not being able to post for so long)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310436777321344466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SbJ2HPJordI/AAAAAAAAAVE/9nIvbkot9fM/s320/Image087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And to make this *ahem* special commeration *ahem*, I'm going to make this post EXTRA SUPER LONG&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; (: Btw, sorry for not updating often, I'm busy growing white hairs from studying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(I know I posted quite little during the past year, but you don't have to rub it in!)&lt;/strong&gt;Literally. Yeah. So I shall now start posting from last week's events which I have already meant to blog about, yay! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-x-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;-28th Febuary-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tum tum~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Was bored staying at home on weekends; so when Vanna introduced me to this CIP on last sunday, I agreed to go. I mean, it was just giving&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; drinks&lt;/span&gt; to random people running in a marathon, so it wasn't hard work, and you could get many CIP hours as well! I obtained about 6 hours from there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But guess what. That very morning, my mum gave me soured almost expired chocolate to drink. And when I just drank a teeniest measure (So did my mum and dad; they wanted to taste it) I got a bad case of tummy ache. And it occured when I was halfway in chinese tuition, so I was shen-yinging (HAHA) in class when they were going through some kind of ulu worksheet. The teacher thought I was tired (??) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My mum also got tummyaches, even though she only had a sip of the horrible milk. But my dad drank the whole cup and guess what. He didn't even have any tummyaches. -.- He said ours was cramps and not caused by the milk. And my mense came one week later. Thanks for the curse! (Haha)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310441324303837954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SbJ6P5-vawI/AAAAAAAAAVM/gmrrPT_nGx4/s320/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So yeah. When it was in the afternoon, I have a mind to cancel the CIP trip cos my tummy was not feeling good, but I promised Vanna I would go so I did. It was super humid and hot!! And at first we slacked in the hot weather with Banana, Alicia, Vanessa and Tricia and wore this cool INTERNATIONAL WOMAN'S DAY tee. The CIP venue was in Bedok Reservoir, hahaha. See how many plastic bottles we had to poke the straws in! (We were in charge of the water station)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I told Alicia they look like nehnehs. :D Hahah. And then I have an idea! (Scroll below)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT CIP WAS GREAT FUN!&lt;/strong&gt; It actually started to rain; and we love getting wet; so when there wasn't any joggers we started to play with the water! (: Stupidd tricia keep spraying me and she made my whole teeshirt wet. But vice versa, haha. :D She's so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I like her phone pouch. I want croc's new shoes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310443497714348034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SbJ8OakL8AI/AAAAAAAAAVU/F8EqJfYM3pQ/s320/Image027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But yeah. Someone used the bottle and peed illegally. I wonder who?! Guess who is it and win a prize (!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310445198301748770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SbJ9xZv0XiI/AAAAAAAAAVc/5xZwmqUXRUw/s320/DSC07757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND YEAH. THIS IS MY COOL IDEA OF FUN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The nehneh spray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310455250538870306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SbKG6hP6NiI/AAAAAAAAAV0/IvjzBxrxaEU/s320/Image040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. HILARIOUS!!! But I look retarded. -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And there's this super pretty european girl (ang mo la) and I 'm so jealous of her blond hair and blue eyes! Not that I want blond hair of course (I'll look weird) but I want her eyes. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Grew lots of fats and calories on that day cos we bought a lot of pringles, rollercoasters, cheese balls, coca sugar sweets and twisties to munch on at break. Plus TOP chocolate (The brand) two sugary chocolate cakes, sponge bread. Yum. At least they have the decency to give us a break, bwahaha. I drank yogurt drinks and darling vanna drank orange, cos we are HEALTHY AND CIVILISED *ohsocute!* PEOPLE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yeah. That day was fun. Got drenched, but never got sick. Heavenly. -.- I want to skip ting xie.&lt;br /&gt;And I shall NOT post of what happened about my wet undergarments. HAHA. Thanks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-x-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-3rd MARCH-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Had health check on that day. Guess what? I'm healthy after all. (; So I'm not sick in the mind, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310458338357973858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SbKJuQRWk2I/AAAAAAAAAV8/6XnmTdlp86M/s320/Image028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kirstie and Vanna has been claimed unhealthy cos their mind is super polluted, hahaha. And speaking of pollution. . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I THINK SEEWAH IS SUPER POLLUTED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I have her permission to post her cute picture but I shall not risk it. (: So. On the outside, she looks so sweet innocent and everything in first glance, but again, do NOT judge a book by its cover!!! &lt;strong&gt;SEEWAH IS HORNY. SERIOUSLY&lt;/strong&gt;. Those who don't really know her well like &lt;strong&gt;JIAWEN, &lt;/strong&gt;you'll probably don't believe it but &lt;strong&gt;SHE REALLY IS&lt;/strong&gt;. (x&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PROOF. She wanted to borrow this book from the school library!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310459716778920578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SbKK-fShCoI/AAAAAAAAAWE/QB_4rVWMZ3w/s320/Image049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But in the end I just took the book and dumped it somewhere for the librarian to read. DJ seriously need some excitement in her life. I shall NOT recommend her to read that book.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But anyway, I was quite scared when the nurse checked my eyesight. Reason was, I was scared that I needed glasses cos of my left eye (Its starting to blur) but in the end I didn't have to. (: And my back was negative so I was quite happy after the check. xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310461411467388962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SbKMhIfu6CI/AAAAAAAAAWM/LynjR0YBNa0/s320/Image060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my hand bleed when I was on the way home. MY NEW NAIL POLISH. :D Kirstie thought I was nuts. But I think its cool. I sucked it like a vampire. I'm EDWARD's CULLEN WIFE. Saw my friend in AMK hub. Omg, she looks so sexy with her Deyi uniform. (x&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-x-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- 7th MARCH -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHOTO SPAM ALERT &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS. I'm so sorry to everyone who has been let down for this CIP. ): Sorry sorry sorry for letting you all down. ): ): ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway. Guess what again. I had to wake up at 730 today, thinking it was a school day, and saw Jiawen and Charlene at my doorstep. And I'm still wearing my pyjamas and my hair was all sticking out and was looking exploding. They played with my hamster the whole time that they were there. But my mother was in a super bad mood this morning and she shouted at almost everyone in the house for I don't know what reason. And &lt;strong&gt;Charlene is super pretty&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;strong&gt;Jiawen is ugly.&lt;/strong&gt; -.- x) Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;See?! Charlene looks like Carolyn at first glance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310652196897330194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SbM6CTm2lBI/AAAAAAAAAWU/fKx_ym5zkA8/s320/Image082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yeah . Dad fetched us to SMU. Its super HUGE. They even have a building dedicated to their LIBRARY. (in case you don't know where SMU is, its near CHYMES, haha) And there were &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;escalators &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;lifts&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;auditoriums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;food courts&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;watsons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;body shops&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;therapy centres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;dance rooms&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;fountains&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;facial shops&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;SUBWAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;waffle shops&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; . . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;IN ONE AREA OF A BUILDING. Of course there's also classrooms la. But we never got to see it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND F.Y.I KIRSTIE, THAT IS NOT THE UNI THAT THE PERSON STABBED THE PROFESSOR. Its NTU SO JIAWEN IS RIGHT FOR ONCE IN HER RETARDED LIFE! HAHAHAHAHA. *Cues evil laughter*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So anyway, Kirstie wanted to camwhore before the talk so we did. We reached there about one hour earlier. And we found out that we cannot trust Jiawen with the camera, hahaha. Grace rocks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310654679742983346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SbM8S07YrLI/AAAAAAAAAWc/qJHDzmbyzGk/s320/Image062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jiawen purposely cut off my head when she took this picture. LOL. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So then Grace snatched the phone and called Jiawen a toot and she offered to take pics for us (cos she don't want to be in the pictures)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charlene is PRETTY. :D (AGAIN!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310655614415975106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SbM9JO2yssI/AAAAAAAAAWk/uqqkrtXKuNg/s320/Image071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snap SNAP ! CHARLENE CHARLENE CHARLENEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310656543206738642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SbM9_S3xCtI/AAAAAAAAAWs/QLAuasPIW7o/s320/Image079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I asked Grace to take with us so she agreed. Kirstie took the camera and I think Jiawen has some connections with DJ. But she and grace looks so cute. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310658109124942306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SbM_acXwmeI/AAAAAAAAAW0/f9b-_HTBg9E/s320/Image063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;(: &lt;strong&gt;THEN I&lt;/strong&gt; offered to take a group picture of them. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310658681439706450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SbM_7waO3VI/AAAAAAAAAW8/f2FyvHxfOFA/s320/Image073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So Jiawen wanted to hold the camera so we gave in. She took ONE MINUTE to take photos, I tell you. Slow pok. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310659568505528482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SbNAvY_NIKI/AAAAAAAAAXE/psrzkzYvYJU/s320/Image081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never forget the famous DJ's POSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310660275922851714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SbNBYkUo14I/AAAAAAAAAXM/6Wi0SiP7C2A/s320/Image080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310661029355881154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SbNCEbFEgsI/AAAAAAAAAXU/av0Fnl4HGt4/s320/Image084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay. So anyway. We took pictures until nine, where everyone starts to come into the auditorium. And here comes the chairman of SPCA!! (x (I think she's the chairman though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310662308266634594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SbNDO3ZJ7WI/AAAAAAAAAXs/CSkaG2X3zig/s320/Image083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HMM. I AM NOW BEGINNING TO FEEL irrationally ANGRY when I'm posting this. YES.&lt;/strong&gt; But because this is my 100th post I shall not say the *TOOT* word (though I'll never say it haha cos I'm civilised ! :D just kidding) SO YEAH. &lt;strong&gt;CURSE YOU. &amp;amp;*@#!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Why?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cos there was this stupid lady in green. And I want her to stuff her face with tomatoes. Actually, she never say it to me but she said it to Charlene and Kirstie. Cos kirstie asked me a question if we could eat animal sperms. (?!?!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hmm. This is Charlene's intake of conversation she had with the lady in green.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lady: Excuse me, which school do you all come from? *Drones on*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Charlene &amp;amp; Kirstie: CHIJ St.nicholas Girls school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lady: Really?! I'm suprised. *Gives this super dumb look*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Charlene: BLOODY HELL, WOMAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAH. Charlene is SUPER CUTE. Omg! WHAT IS THE LADY IMPLYING HA? THAT ST.NICKS IS SPERM DEPRIVED?! Maybe Kirstie is.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*TOOT TOOT* DON'T LET ME SEE YOU !! *Strangles*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyway. The talk was interesting. (: Selina has charisma and I love her talks. I tear-ed a little when I saw all those poor animals being abused. Jiawen laughed when she saw those poor rabbit's ears. Cold-hearted tootpok. The talk lasted for 3 hours. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And for lunch break, guess who we took pictures with! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;UTT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; He's the guy that advertise for the Chicken brand. TADA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310665153550842882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SbNF0e5xfAI/AAAAAAAAAX0/zmWKumSeRRM/s320/UTT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310665695354964482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SbNGUBR8SgI/AAAAAAAAAX8/IWBWn_KQUgc/s320/Image088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HE SHOOK MY HAND ! (: He's quite handsome la. :D Grace was a bit angry (?!) cos he put his arm around her. She feels uncomfortable. He also got to me and charlene and kirstie, but not to Jiawen. HAHA. I THINK YOU KNOW WHY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After Utt's phototaking session, we went to the toilet to camwhore of our phototaking! :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310667792259417250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SbNIOE27BKI/AAAAAAAAAYE/7zY-cgYCja4/s320/Image091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310668338862859570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SbNIt5HVpTI/AAAAAAAAAYM/LmhbV-liQuw/s320/Image092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ate a lunch that consists of sausages. The food was considered quite cheap; it was cheaper than normal food court prices. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After, we played Animal related games, and the top 5 groups that won could get a $250 voucher! It was super crowded with students so we didn't manage to finish all the games and win the prize ): Grace was super irritated cos the queue for the games were all super long and she said she isn't willing to play 3 year old games. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I think its fun being back to your childhood, right?! And the games are okay. We manage to get high points for all the games we played!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310670115531766658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SbNKVTuNu4I/AAAAAAAAAYU/GVnYw8s1vyU/s320/Image074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And you can also get free worm balloons! I think its cute. (: So me, kirstie and jiawen went to take one each. But the idiot jiawen keep irritating me with the balloon squeeky sounds, and she even taught kirstie to do it. D: So I confiscated them. Ha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310672008726085234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SbNMDga6fnI/AAAAAAAAAYc/0hkyx1UeYrc/s320/Image093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jiawen looks spastic. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;CIP on Saturday was tiring; but it was enjoyable! We had goodie bags balloons and more promising CIP hours for the holidays. Selina asks us to email her if we want anymore CIP work to do so my dear friends, please remember to sms/email kirstie if you're finding CIP work!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anyway. FYI. (EDIT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Y*** has a seriously big problem. St.nicks, you know who he is, and why.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is an example of an unreasonable matter. Y***, ask yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What is wrong with tying 15 rubber bands on the hair huh? Why did you have to shout at her in front of the whole cohort to strip off her dignity? Is it that hard to &lt;strong&gt;AT LEAST&lt;/strong&gt; keep it all down and then talk to her afterwards if you really feel uncomfortable?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And so what if the number of rubber bands seem too many for her hair? If she likes to have more rubber bands tied to keep her hair secured, then I seriously don't understand what is the problem. Yes. You find it distracting. But distracting for? For you, or for the players? If its for the players, don't you think that &lt;strong&gt;ITS A HUGE ADVANTAGE&lt;/strong&gt; since she's in netball? Don't you think it'll be a &lt;strong&gt;EXTREMELY&lt;/strong&gt; good diversonary tatic in competitions if it could distract the opponent with her hair? And she didn't even tie into fanciful styles, she just tied it with more rubber bands and into a little more complicated hairstyle of ponytails/pleats.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;BUT just for a small matter, you blew it up. Because of your pettiness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes, you're right. St.nicks is st.nicks. We have our own school rules. But I'm so sorry, oh no! I've been in St.nicks for 8 years already, but &lt;strong&gt;GUESS WHAT?? I HAVE NEVER HEARD OF THE YOU CAN'T TIE YOUR HAIR WITH MORE THAN A TWO RUBBER BANDS RULE IN SCHOOL. &lt;/strong&gt;So why must you get so uptight?! &lt;strong&gt;RUBBER BANDS ARE MEANT FOR TYING OF HAIR. IT SERVES A PURPOSE.&lt;/strong&gt; And yes, she is right. Her hair is neat due to the number of bands, so WHY ARE YOU ANGRY? Why can't you allow it? Why must you shout at her till she cried? Why can't you make allowance?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cos. You've got a problem. A HUGE PROBLEM. Stop taking out your anger on us huh? Its not fair to us, and not fair to the girl. YOU WANT OPINIONS, WE GIVE YOU OPINIONS. THIS IS AN OPEN FORUM, DISCUSSION. We are sporty, enthusiastic, so isn't that a good thing? WE DID WHAT YOU WANT US TO DO. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND THE FORUM'S PURPOSE WAS TO VOICE OUT YOUR THOUGHTS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But! Glad that you are gulity. For heaven's sake.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BE A MAN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And to the poor girl that was scolded for absolutely NO reason at all; I offer you my condolences. Please do not feel a need to be embarressed after the incident; I'm sure, even the teachers, understand, and stand by your side. Many people know that Y*** has gone too far. &lt;strong&gt;KEEP YOUR MOOD SWINGS TO YOURSELF. WE DID NOT PROVOKE YOU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; If you all have any opinions on this, feel free to voice out on my tagboard. Ha! (: **Name shall not be revealed, but yeah, I'm sure you know who he is.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haha. Thanks rachel, I can be a debater! MWAHA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay. Done my ranting!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So now, to end of with a NICE note,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ENNING YONGZHEN AND ROCHELLE!! I LOVE YOU. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;bear hugs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;PS. And sorry Vanna, for not able to go out with you on Saturday. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PSS. MY DAD IS LOOKING FOR A GARFIELD LOOKALIKE CAT TO KEEP. :D YEESS! But I prefer a dog. ): ANYWAY, IF YOU KNOW WHICH PET SHOP HAS THAT TYPE OF CUTE CUTE ORANGE PERSIAN, PLEASE TELL ME. :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND SO THIS IS TO THE END OF MY 100th POST! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-995660211371500350?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/995660211371500350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=995660211371500350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/995660211371500350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/995660211371500350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2009/03/yay-my-100th-post-and-to-make-this-ahem.html' title='I&apos;M YOURS :D'/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SbJ2HPJordI/AAAAAAAAAVE/9nIvbkot9fM/s72-c/Image087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-4847723234097024607</id><published>2009-03-05T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T05:59:57.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Busy busy busy.&lt;br /&gt;Will only start blogging properly next week. (: I have so many things to blog about!&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Under a lot of stress now. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-4847723234097024607?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/4847723234097024607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=4847723234097024607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/4847723234097024607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/4847723234097024607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2009/03/busy-busy-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-3153915428729018931</id><published>2009-02-28T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T06:26:20.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BURNING UP, BURNING UP, YOU BABY (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307849244687171442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SalExA7nf3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/lVXTkCGWwEw/s320/Image048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes. I shall start this post with a beautiful BUT random note. (: I just realise that for love; the three word varies for many, and they are all equally important. Important equally to both friendships, kinships and relationships. Hmmm. Like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And of course! The most famous one. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which is. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I LOVE YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ahh, the sweetness in just this three words. But of course, there's more, which you can use your intentive mind and to think of some yourself! Sighh. Perfect words for your beloveds, hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-x- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, I'm still S.D (Severly depressed) and today, and when Vanna asks me this question:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"If I die, what would you do?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, I would answer her:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I would be your angel if you do." (:&lt;br /&gt;Which is quite predictable cos I love her. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By the way. Cooked Spaghetti for Home econs. Wasn't as nicely decorated like SOME SPASTIC PEOPLE but it'll do. (: Dad was disappointed cos I never save some for him and instead of sharing and eating it with friends. But it was quite tasty if you sprinkle more cheese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307839078529811362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/Sak7hRC0w6I/AAAAAAAAAT8/JcQbAhRZlEE/s320/Image028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It doesn't look nice cos I swish it all around when I sprinkle it with cheese and tomato sauce. (: But it looks better than my yam cake right? Hahahaha. See the cute little parsley. But KIRSTIE NEO is so crazy with Parsley's when she decorate her spaghetti. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307840573978393170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/Sak84UBjOlI/AAAAAAAAAUE/VjBAFcSnDtw/s320/Image036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307843395135763202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/Sak_chp4cwI/AAAAAAAAAUU/J6xIioOpe3E/s320/Image039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE WHAT I MEAN. Haha. Crazy girl. But I love her as well. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;PS. HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY KIRSTIE NEO. NOTE THE WORD BELATED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIM ANN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307841718398316546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/Sak967UhcAI/AAAAAAAAAUM/jtRgm-UgJRk/s320/Image038.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Hope you like your bday present, Neo. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyway, on Wednesday, there was a heavy rain. Yay to Emo people, and the poor grasses that are all dried up. And double yay with knobs on, cos there was a RAINBOW. And haven't seen a rainbow for almost a year, so this brightened my mood more after coming home from school and opening the bathroom window. (: It was huge and even PEINING can see it from her house in Hougang. I took a picture of this beau-ti-ful sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307844220964280146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SalAMmGvl1I/AAAAAAAAAUc/h7eWX2G1r1E/s320/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADA. Not really clear though. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And yeah; had a really fun time in school too in Thursday. Germaine brought her geeky specs to school (Which I don't know why! :D) but I borrowed it from her cos I think it's cool. (: But DJ scolded me; as she was unhappy about the cute specs as she thinks the specs will make my eyes look bigger when I stare at her. Hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kirstie asked to try the specs as well. I think she look spastic. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well. She always does!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307850241844534082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SalFrDodW0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/hThabe6m6Qg/s320/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I rent it from Germaine for 50cents a day, haha. I want to bring it to cca (!) and the juniors keep stoling glances at the specs, and friends said I look like HAIRY POTTER. D: Ann/Peining wanted to took a picture of me wearing it cos they say I look weird and nerdy. (???) LOL. Ms Tey said the glasses was cute too! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307848192524040386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SalDzxUYOMI/AAAAAAAAAUk/VDGNtNywILM/s320/Image019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired eyes. zzzz. I love my cca. (: And again, I love peining's protrator. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-x-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anw, went out with Vanna darling again today. YES, TO DO HOMEWORK. TO DO HOMEWORK. I did maths! (Even though you think its impossible, haha) But I got sidetracked with Seventeen and Teenage mazagines. Vanna mostly did her work though; and only read some magazines when I showed her some sick stuff. (: UNBELIEVABLE RIGHT! And she look impossibly cute today. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;OMG. We saw Renxin today when we went out. D: Hahah. Vanna thought she was a scary lao ah pek when Renxin put her hands on our shoulders while we were going up the escalators, hahah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And this sweet adorable baby keep smiling at me from his pram when we were at NTUC after we studied. Soooo cute! I touched his fist; I love baby skin. :D The parents looked at us, (Me and vanna) but they never say any comment. And even more so when their baby was priviledged with a baby photo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307852596595153202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SalH0HwwWTI/AAAAAAAAAU8/mk2kTaDV808/s320/Image027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ahh. What a friendly baby. (: Too bad he wasn't smiling at that point of time. ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Took a lot of pictures, but I don't feel like posting them; I feel lazy. Probably another time. And I'll be doing CIP tomorrow! ~ LALALA. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;TO NATASHA: GOOD LUCK FOR YOUR CONCERT. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-3153915428729018931?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3153915428729018931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=3153915428729018931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/3153915428729018931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/3153915428729018931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2009/02/burning-up-burning-up-you-baby.html' title='BURNING UP, BURNING UP, YOU BABY (:'/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SalExA7nf3I/AAAAAAAAAUs/lVXTkCGWwEw/s72-c/Image048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-8645023776564237644</id><published>2009-02-25T03:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T04:12:47.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SaUyJawFlrI/AAAAAAAAAT0/G349cgn-JyY/s1600-h/ILOVEYOU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306702873307223730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SaUyJawFlrI/AAAAAAAAAT0/G349cgn-JyY/s320/ILOVEYOU.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my fault, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me. 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Properly posting this time; with pictures! Falalala~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And a thank you to my friends for praying for my ahma, cos she is much better (!) ; though she's still being admitted into hospital till her urine test report comes out (Which will be a few days later) Hopefully her kidneys will be fine. *Crosses fingers* My parents are preparing a feast for her when she comes back home, aha! (: Went to see her after school today anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But okay. This is random, but don't you think Peining's protractor is CUTE? I want to buy it also. (: Too bad Peining forgot where she bought it from. And CONGRATS BTW. You know what I'm talking about (!) Omg! I'm jealous of you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305964418516275362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SaKShsSGUKI/AAAAAAAAASk/sFUe9j1Ylo0/s320/Image019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;COOKIE MONSTER AND ELMO; LALALALA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no. I don't like Big bird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PS. OMG. I love blowing bubbles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, not vanna's type, but yep. Blowing FLOATY BUBBLES. I was bored with doodling yesterday on my geog poster so when I saw my cousin taking out a tube I pester her to let me blow one too; and I just remembered I bought one whole box of it when I went to the something something culture centre. (Which I forgot what) For only 2 bucks! :D When there's like about twenty inside. Too bad that they are practically creating rubbish after blowing anyway; with all the sticky gum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yup. Thought it was also a nice thing to blog about with all the fun you can do with bubbles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;COS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FIRST. Bubbles!! can give your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;boobs/moobs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; enhancement. NOTE THE MOOBS. Yes, even to boys or guys or even lao ah peks. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why again? SO NOW I SHALL let JG** demostrate of what I'm talking about!! (HAHA. I SHALL NOT REVEAL YOUR IDENTITY. RAWR COS I'M NICE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall now explain the situation!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cos JG** felt the need to have MOOBS as he didn't feel so MACHO and MAN without them; so he decided to go to AILIN'S BUSTING CENTRE for a MAKEOVER. I want the bigger the better! He says. So after JUST ONE beautiful session, JG got his wish! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;FIRST.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;THE BEFORE PICTURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305978926158436898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SaKfuJdh2iI/AAAAAAAAAS0/OD6Se0kxRQ4/s320/Image036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE AFTER PICTURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305976167111601314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SaKdNjNgLKI/AAAAAAAAASs/ws0fqYoXEmI/s320/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOHOO! Have faith in me, little chums. (: I knew my future career was this all along hahah. Bubbles is the secret! *I shall only reveal this to all those who are interested in boobs/moobs enhancement (!) But I know all of your boobs are already big; so this is mostly aim for guys, haha. Pity my dad doesn't want it though; he already have a pair. xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305984475597147234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SaKkxKu0jGI/AAAAAAAAAS8/BBIAxB38jZU/s320/Image025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;SECOND. Bubbles can make GUYS have beer bellies, or simply, make LADIES pregnant to those who wish to have babies. (: I think babies are seriously cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305986377395129618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SaKmf3eyzRI/AAAAAAAAATE/EJnd9bf6hPQ/s320/BABY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GIVE ME A KISS PLEASE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;SO. After not feeling satisfied with his current body, JG** saw this new treatment and he wanted to give it a shot, thinking it was cool. And he hate beer, so what can he do? His sister also want to have a cute adorable darling sweet child of her own WITH QUICK EFFECT so she was also recommended to go, hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;AFTER ONE SESSION AGAIN&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;MAY I PRESENT YOU THE IMMEDIATE EFFECT&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305987943750531378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SaKn7CnBeTI/AAAAAAAAATM/cPEm-bygxXw/s320/Image024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;TADDAAAAA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;JG states, sastified with the treatment: BUBBLES ROCK. I SHALL RECOMMEND SG* TO GO ALSO. :D And its for freee! So what are you waiting for?? I think you love bubbles too. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-x-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay. Actually. All this are all his idea. About the moob thingy. I'm just in charge of advertising, haha. I think I'm on High now. (x THANKS FOR CHEERING ME UP, LOL. GORY ! yeahh. And getting chinese test tomorrow, so lets keep our heart crossed, ha. I know XH is interested in the boob treatment. GO, SHAVER!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now working on some chinese presentation. I think its quite dumb. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-4748365461117025783?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/4748365461117025783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=4748365461117025783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/4748365461117025783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/4748365461117025783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2009/02/yupps.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SaKShsSGUKI/AAAAAAAAASk/sFUe9j1Ylo0/s72-c/Image019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-6187471138814705768</id><published>2009-02-21T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T23:03:34.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not going to care about your how you're going to smile at me with forced lips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not going to care about how you're going to push me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cos I am strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm going to make it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-6187471138814705768?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/6187471138814705768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=6187471138814705768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/6187471138814705768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/6187471138814705768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-not-going-to-care-about-your-how.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-1906686589908820197</id><published>2009-02-17T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T06:07:46.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Omg. I just found out that a ordinary school girl has many numerous things to complain about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(18th Febuary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First. My throat is super sore now. My voice went all funny (Haha; not like Nat's sexy voice), and it hurts when I swallow. Does that mean that I'm in the process of getting sick? I sure hope so, as I'm currently home-deprived; and home-sick, and I don't feel like going to school every morning before dawn. Especially to facing teachers, mugging for tests and trying really hard not to doze off in DJ's lessons. I'm starting to get sick of this routine (!) and to checking the timetable for science lessons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Second. Thank god I have my friends and family to tide through this year. ): Its because of them that I'm still living and not rotting in life. *CUES COUGH* And of course, cute little bunchy twitchy. (: (He can melt your heart okay!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;edit://&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NOW I SHALL BOMBARD WITH CUTE PICTURES OF HIM OKAY? :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And he finally learned how to play dead.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry, picture quality is not really good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305992537304601618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SaKsGa7qFBI/AAAAAAAAATU/D2rAfWSGhbg/s320/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305992872451739106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SaKsZ7c9jeI/AAAAAAAAATc/XNXmzjDjr5E/s320/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305993051879458082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SaKskX33RSI/AAAAAAAAATk/BSwOVv3fqMg/s320/Image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG SO CUTE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, Must really start preparing to mug through the whole year though; I want to obtain this beautiful sleek laptop which my dad bought. And I'll show DJ my hidden brain talent, bwahahahaaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(20th Febuary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Third. Anyway. I'm officially SICK. I have five ulcars down my throat, and I have a throat infection. The doctor is afraid that I have hand-food mouth disease; so he gave me a MC for school on Friday, but I only went to attend school cos of the spastic chinese test. Everyone was staring at me wherever I go on the way home, and they were like thinking:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHY IS A ST.NICKS GIRL PONNING SCHOOL UH? (Cos I don't really look sick in the front)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Btw, I'm sorry Kirstie, for not able to celebrate your birthday with you. I'll celebrate with you on Monday kay? (: But yups; I didn't screw up on the test, bwahahahaaha. Slept the whole day with lozenges at my sofa-side. :D But I still have to go for tuition at night. *Grumbles* Nearly passed out on the homework given.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-x-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(21st Febuary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fourth. Okay. I'm feeling S.D (SEVERLY DEPRESSED) Vanna, don't think sick, alright? :d My grandmother was admitted to hospital when I was recuperating at home on friday. Poor thing. Doctor said she had water in her lungs. Eep. And my mum don't allow me to visit her in hospital cos I got the germs. She can't even have a taste of bird nests! Hmmm. Here's my prayer that I say before I go to sleep and wake up every morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lord, I pray that my Ahma gets well. I pray that she gets out of hospital, as healthy (Ok, she's not really healthy before, but..) as her former self, and as her cheerful being. I beseech you to look over her and guide her to the road of recovery. Please look over her in my favour; and I promise to take good care of her needs once she gets out of hospital and be a good grand-daughter to her. To Jesus's holy name, I pray. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-x-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I seriously hope she gets better. ): It's quite weird not seeing her around the house after she was admitted to hospital. *Yawn* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went to see the dentist today. He had eyes like a frog and he treat me like a Primary two kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He greeted me: "Hello. What service do you want me to provide you with your teeth?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me : "Cleaning my teeth? (DUH)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Him: "Okay Ahgirl. Have a seat while I lower the chair for you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: "...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Him: " Sit here, yes, thats a good girl; now I'll start lowering the chair so I can see your teeth. Now open wide while I check and polish your teeth!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" (Still no comments)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Him: "Thats good! Come here and start rinsing your teeth; the plastic cup is there, yes, and I'll start refilling it for you to wash your mouth clean!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: "Uh, okay, thanks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A F T E R T E N M I N U T E S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Him: "Now, call mummy in for me, I have something very interesting to show her."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: "MUMMY??" *Runs out of the clinic to fetch my mum*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Him: "Mummy yes! There you are! Come in and I'll show you your ahgirl's teeth okay? See here; her two front teeth there? Ah, there if not careful later got cavities! You must make sure you ahgirl don't anyhow eat sweets okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mum: "? She got anyhow eat sweets meh? I never buy her mah." *SUSPICIOUS*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: "I never!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Him: "Also, make sure she never drinks coke! Its too much acid for ahgirl to take!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mum: "I never buy her coke leh, I always buy her yogurt drinks and chocolate milk etc. *SUSPICIOUS AGAIN*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: "Uh? I never!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Him: "Okay la. Come, I recommend you something that will prevent cavities!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quite dumb if you ask me. Lucky mum never inquire me about the coke thingy. She assumed that my teeth get cavities easily. Which I thought of as well! I was a little annoyed at the dentist though. He even ask me about my age so why do you still treat me like a kiddie? D: I'M A TEEN NOW. A TEEEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahahaha. So now every night I have to apply some toothpasty thingy on my teeth and last it for the next 8 hours for more minerals to give my teeth ENERGYYYYYY. :D Actually; its short for preventing cavities. But yeah. Supposed to have a buffet today, which I thought it'll be a grand affair, but actually, it isn't. This doesn't make my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, sorry if this post is boring you with just black and white. But I'll post-edit this tomorrow. Don't read this unless you want to see it completed(!) Will be visiting ahma tomorrow morning, and hopefully she will be discharged soon. Please help me to pray for her as well even if you don't know her. I'll be so ever grateful to you and moved by your sincerity. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Owch. My eyes hurt for the lack of sleep. Seriously. Nights horny people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-1906686589908820197?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/1906686589908820197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=1906686589908820197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/1906686589908820197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/1906686589908820197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2009/02/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SaKsGa7qFBI/AAAAAAAAATU/D2rAfWSGhbg/s72-c/Image010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-3988488680107341378</id><published>2009-02-14T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T02:22:43.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SZeNJ4NN1pI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/yW-xGHD6OnI/s1600-h/Image070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302862287098205842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SZeNJ4NN1pI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/yW-xGHD6OnI/s320/Image070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINES DAY EVERYONE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WE SHALL BOMBARD YOU WITH OUR LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NO STEALING OF OUR CAKE. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've managed to spend it with my loved ones; so how about you? :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yep. All my lovely darling friends. And I made a wish. (: Personally, I think Valentines day is also like a birthday to everyone, regardless. Its a special day to celebrate with a special someone that you love. But anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I did celebrate my grandma's birthday yesterday. Which is officially 14th Febuary (!) And happy birthday to EM mum as well ! (HAHA. I REMEMBERED) And I'll be giving out late Valentines Gifts (If possible) on Tuesday, as I have no time to go out shopping recently. );&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302868427059504018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SZeSvRWEI5I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/GI7kIAy2SAU/s320/Image063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But thank you everyone for all the presents that you give me darlings (!) I love you guys loads; forever and ever (!) Btw; NAT, YOU'RE THAT CUTE FRUIT BOTTLE DRINK OVER THERE AHAHAH. I hope you'll get better. BUT some of them are bought by us and the rose is Lydia's and some of the presents are still in class. xD LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMG. And MING presented something SICK to kimberly (!) which I shall not state. And I love Yongzhen's balloon; I'm jealous, she has two. (x AND Dujiaa is a tooootpok. Wonder who she celebrates with. And I bet she hates Oysters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302883350412875218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SZegT7KxVdI/AAAAAAAAARk/KzkzO3wcgtQ/s320/CUPID.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But yeah. VALENTINES DAY is ALSO A DAY for cam-whoring(!) to take pictures with your beloved, friends or family. Its for commeration, don't you think? (: With luck, we have a free period in Music, which we dedicate to our phone, and to Darling Banana Vanna, for skilled photography. ;D Ahahaa. I took most of the pictures with Kirstie. Which I shall post her spasticness! Vanna didn't want to pose with us. Cute pok. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND I SHALL NOT POST THE SICK PICTURES COS MOST OF YOU ARE NOT 16 YEARS OLD YET, AHAHAH. SO, NO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302878328663061474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SZebvnsUM-I/AAAAAAAAARE/l3en93B4F5g/s320/Image068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ANW, INTRODUCING, DEAR BURSTIE NEO. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302881344224948690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SZeefJiS8dI/AAAAAAAAARM/76EVvqVV4Ys/s320/Image042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302881786031912834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SZee43ZSN4I/AAAAAAAAARU/puTOnj891i4/s320/Image031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ILY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RANDOM PHOTOES, tralalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The dark pictureeee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302882700319433522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SZefuFYaozI/AAAAAAAAARc/DbI--0R4X48/s320/Image029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The pick your nose picture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302884894501160770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SZehtzWGx0I/AAAAAAAAARs/FTNUugcVghc/s320/Image041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I learnt it from Jiawen a.k.a Ugly woman. (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302885994389784962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SZeit0v_SYI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ZWaSYIcpTqQ/s320/DSC07659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I say, love your friends! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302886368404998626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SZejDmEKieI/AAAAAAAAAR8/6w6H5MXomOA/s320/DSC07655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hahahah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But thats not the actual valentines day. ITS FRIDAY THE 13th ! UNLUCKY. My hamster died on a Friday the 13th. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-x-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So anyway. Went to kirstie's house yesterday to swim. Dumb vanna didn't want to go. Smack her cute butt. AND WE HAD FUN. Kirstie went to ask her sister to flirt with this guy called Russel Wong. D: Spastic. OMG. Her house is niceeee, her sister is niceeeee, her parents are niceeeeee. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302966601038091346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SZfsBv6i1FI/AAAAAAAAASc/Y1EgR0Fzk5A/s320/DSC00308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Felt bored so we decided to pose as DJ in the pool. COOL RIGHT. And jiawen is so extra at the back. -.- CREDITS GOES TO GRACE OH-MY-GOD. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But blah. I shall now say about my AH-MA'S BIRTHDAY. Have any of you of any way heard of Jumbo the Restaurant? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302946752151305250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SZfZ-ZDKPCI/AAAAAAAAASE/bkklKWI03sA/s320/Image039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a beautiful nice restaurant. (: We always go there every year when its my grandparents birthday. They serve the most delicious food! *In my opinion* I ate a loooot of peanuts. BE JEALOUS. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302952118013072882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SZfe2ucTFfI/AAAAAAAAASM/dGeaBwWKpE0/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cam-whored with my cousin outside the restaurant after dinner though. (: AGAIN. AND SENIOR GAY CUT HIS HAIR UNTIL SO UGLY. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And my oldest cousin is also currently going driving lessons! (: OMG. How time flies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302963726075114434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SZfpaZ19M8I/AAAAAAAAASU/-Rmpl3iceFc/s320/Image052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;LOOK AT ALL THE PRAWNIES. THEY CAN ENHANCED YOUR NEHNEH. Always remember the story of how Vanna got big boobies. (: My cousins were inquiring why am I taking pictures of those cute little grey prawns; and sooooooooooooo I point to XY's Big nehneh's and answered:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"ISN'T IT OBVIOUS? And its great blogging material!" :3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Seriously. XY nehneh's are like mountains. And its a bit saggy. Must introduce her to Triumph's push up bras. (: And to DJ too of course.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But yeah. I love Jumbo. AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY AHMA. I love you loads (!) I hope you have a great birthday as well as a great Valentines day! (: Too bad ahgong passed away two years ago...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;... T.T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyway, I LOVE YOU GUYS AND HAPPY *ahem* V *ahem* DAY; ESPECIALLY TO NARVS! MUACKS. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-3988488680107341378?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3988488680107341378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=3988488680107341378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/3988488680107341378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/3988488680107341378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day-everyone-we-shall.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</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/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SZeNJ4NN1pI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/yW-xGHD6OnI/s72-c/Image070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-8941675933294616903</id><published>2009-02-09T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T04:49:05.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nyeh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here to post some &lt;strong&gt;RANDOM&lt;/strong&gt; post; but partly its also to increase my post count. 8 more post to 100 (!) **SEE HOW LITTLE THAT I HAVE BEEN POSTING SINCE LAST YEAR. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I have something funny to share. That concerns JOE JONAS. Though I'm not a fan of Jonas Brothers, but they have a nice singing voice. Really. (: But! I don't like Joe Jonas bushy eyebrows! Kirstie say they make him look girly, and he needs to pluck them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL. D: (No offence to JB fans!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I doodled Joe Jonas on a piece of a paper to demostrate for dear Burstie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300787218640133314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SZAt4_z53MI/AAAAAAAAAQU/qKcUXK-oluc/s320/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;TADAAA. It was just a few minute scribbling. ;D OMG. DOESN'T IT RESEMBLES JOE JONAS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Spastic Trisha go and tear the top paper; lucky I quickly snatch it from harm's way) So anw, Kirstie laughed like siao; and she quickly added a note with her beautiful ORANGE zig marker.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301515352954429170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SZLEH_gg3vI/AAAAAAAAAQc/9JlycPElbT8/s320/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I know its super random. I already said!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So after doodling; I overheard Germaine's and Therese's conversation, and I heard the idea of going Therese' house; so I ask for an invitation. (*OMG. Therese house is NICE okay. Rich pok. ) And she reluctantly agreed after a few minutes persuading cos they were doing science project and she thought we would be a disturbance as we weren't in her group; and her brother had PSLE this year, and needed the LESS noise possible in the house.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But of courseee! She agreed to let us goooo. (: And we raided her bookshelf and took all her Archies. And we also talk a lot of dumb stuff. Sad stuff. Sick stuff. ;D Too bad there wasn't any pizzas at the house. ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And dumb jiawen wanted to try the handlebars outside Therese's house when we were on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301518050393674434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SZLGlAQJUsI/AAAAAAAAAQk/QxRavNDYb48/s320/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Ahhhhhh!" Don't think horny people!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But I seriously think Jiawen is cute! :D (I secretly took a picture of her eating cup noodles)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301519022922487186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SZLHdnNFVZI/AAAAAAAAAQs/WGmIGRFERn4/s320/Image038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahaha. And she sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Btw Nat, congrats to you for getting in SYF! (: I love you!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm sorry Therese about today. I really really am, and I sincerly apologise. D: Stay cool!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PS. I'M OUT OF ENGLISH REMEDIAL AHAHAH I ROCK BLAH BLAH BLAH MWAHAHA.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poo. I'm getting maths test tomorrow.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-8941675933294616903?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/8941675933294616903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=8941675933294616903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/8941675933294616903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/8941675933294616903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2009/02/nyeh.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SZAt4_z53MI/AAAAAAAAAQU/qKcUXK-oluc/s72-c/Image008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-8706092343029804868</id><published>2009-02-07T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T19:58:05.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ughhhh. What does 6th Febuary stands for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;%#^@&amp;amp;)# PARENTS MEETING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that means . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MY MOTHER IS MEETING DUJIA THE EVIL/.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Omg! But I actually thought she went to meet her but yeah, she didn't)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heng, she promised not to see her; and yep, she kept her word because she thinks 2 HOPE (our class) is seriously a long distance and she didn't feel like walking and meeting a cheeeena pok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But SHE FOUND OUT THAT WE HAVE MATHS TEST ON FRIDAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which is on that $*&amp;amp;##@^&amp;amp; DAY. And she threatened me that if I' fail, I'll get ready to see blood on my butt. Which I think I will; because I really just scribble on the test paper. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Hmm* Should also really have drawn a turtle. ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300263827255940690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 83px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SY5R3m9xVlI/AAAAAAAAAP0/AcMqY-3Z0XY/s320/TURTLE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But I confirm fail already one la, I bet I got single digit. I got brain freeze, again(!) and I couldn't even recall anything, so how do you expect me to not have blood on my butt?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So when mum came home screaming at me to shut off the computer and shaking her fist to inquire me about the maths test, I was wondering, if she never go see DJ, then how did she know about it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;BREAK YOUR PROMISE! D: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But in the end she really didn't, because she found out from my ex-classmates mother (Justina Hussien; Is it spelt like this?) She said her mother stood up and scolded MS CHAN cos she said Justina's maths teacher didn't even covered the topic for the maths test; and didn't even give them notes so she was despairing about it on Thursday and even broke down. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;SO... WHAT THE HECK! I feel quite bad cos I didn't really study on the day before when I have my notes and everything (Cos I did literature homework)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And blah de blah, my mum started asking me about why didn't I study? And I also tear(ed) a little bit. Probably some overreaction of emotion! ): So I choing-ed for Haagen -Dazs ice-cream cos I really needed some comforting. Blood on my butt! Blood on my butt!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300268272186209154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SY5V6Vnus4I/AAAAAAAAAP8/-7VEPhZk0f4/s320/Image037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;YUM. I let Twitchy smell the goodness. He wanted it; (I CAN TELL) cos he streched his cute little fats for some ice-cream. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But too bad; I ate it all cos I neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed the looooooooove. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300269292141314146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SY5W1tP-gGI/AAAAAAAAAQE/2RRGZAvTLbw/s320/Image036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;BWAHAHA. Belgain Chocolate rocks like choco chip! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But I passed my lit test; and thanks to my *ahem* LOVELY *ahem* cousin who helped me with the reflection and telling me how to correct my essay, hahah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;SO. My butt will be bleeding soon. ): NARVS, be prepared to consider to be doctors as a career prospect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300270145879215154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SY5XnZq9DDI/AAAAAAAAAQM/fQM67NQlLp4/s320/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Okay, byeee! TAGGY BAGGAGE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-8706092343029804868?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/8706092343029804868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=8706092343029804868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/8706092343029804868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/8706092343029804868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2009/02/ughhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SY5R3m9xVlI/AAAAAAAAAP0/AcMqY-3Z0XY/s72-c/TURTLE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-4433831618622944887</id><published>2009-02-03T03:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T04:55:04.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ka blah. I feel like a yokel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anw, overall, I have quite a bad week. ): Very very bad. And there is so many reasons to complain about (!) But you probably know about it, because the main reason, is always. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DJ&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry. I don't like saying her name. But she's famous. And &lt;strong&gt;pretty&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298536834460673762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SYgvLZdZ5uI/AAAAAAAAAPM/olcRcF00BZ8/s320/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Omg! I love her pose man! :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But yeah. She failed my Ting xie. But I didn't learn any of it, so its expected. And I'm suppose to have a retest ! And its just for &lt;strong&gt;SHOW &lt;/strong&gt;and not for&lt;strong&gt; PPR&lt;/strong&gt;! But it'll be unfair for the rest of the class if it does so I have to accept this stupid fate. ): &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I also lost all my CIP forms and everything. God. AND I'M IN $%&amp;amp;%&amp;amp;%#&amp;amp;%7 ENGLISH REMEDIAL. D: Even probably maths (But I want to go anyway) so I better buck up for this whole cuckoo year. But I passed my maths portfolio hahahaah. I've never seen such a beautiful mark on a &lt;strong&gt;MATHS &lt;/strong&gt;paper before in the whole of my secondary school. (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Also wrote 6 pages of Zuo wen for DJ cos I stupid want to redo! D: But thanks to vanna that my language is understandable. HAHAHAHA. KIRSTIE. YOU LOOK LIKE A BUSH (EDIT!) TODAY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Btw, I want to talk about CME now cos DJ has now ruined my mood. Kind of. And I will talk about her armpits later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;SO. I GOT A LOVELY LETTER. FROM MY DESK PARTNER QIANHUA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298544928873693602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SYg2ijf2waI/AAAAAAAAAPU/i_KzXocoKs4/s320/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sorry, letter is private, so if you can't read the words (Cos the picture is blurrish) hahah then too bad nehnehpoks. But I would like to explain the BIG 5 STARS THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You could probably tell it already, cos I guessed the word rightaway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;BUT AM I REALLY? I'm NOT! ): NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Okay. Maybe I'm lying. A little bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I can list sooooo many names that are more Ahem then me. :D Plus don't forget Mumbo and his lovely lads! So its not true! I just love to talk about Vanna's boob size. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But thank you for the nice nice letter Qianhua (!) :D Btw. You have nice legs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...................................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So now lets talk again about happy stuff. I can't bring myself to think of all the sad pathetic memories of my lovely DJ. D: And Emo is refreshing! ----- Rachel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M GETTING JUNIORS ON THURDAY AND I'M IN CHARGE OF THE INTRODUCTION THINGY AND PAIRING OF BUDDIES. HAHA. CAN SABO. YOU DIE ANN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I heard that Ruo Han's sister is in Art club too; and we are only accepting 10 members this year, same as LD. OMG. I think its quite spastic cos must recruit more sec ones to replace sec three's ma. And somemore got quite a number of Sec one's that audition! Why choose so little??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;PS. Reason: Cos its a CLUB. -.- Hahah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And I love Cheryl the Orgasm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So yup. Stayed in school today to do my group's cheer! Want to hear? NO. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but Ann mostly think of the words, I got brain freeze.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So when we cam-whored in the bus, I use my phone. :3 Ann LOVE taking pictures, right!? (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298547971498950882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SYg5TqKPwOI/AAAAAAAAAPc/fBEuUcmE5sg/s320/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298548977452312146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SYg6ONoN5lI/AAAAAAAAAPk/LLw1xE1RlGY/s320/Image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;YOU DIE. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Omg, I shouldn't have bought the Kitkat. ): It made me want to puke on the bus driver. Cos the ride was so long and I got my 'best friend' with me. )x Made me so tired. Zzzz. But Royce chocolate saved my life! :D I ate 3 of my Aunt's chocs (shh) and yumm. I'm revived. SEE; THE POWER OF CHOCOLATES.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mmmm. Btw, my birthday pizza was a success! And I don't have a blanket for the blanket game on thursday. ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298550377370355970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SYg7fsusCQI/AAAAAAAAAPs/r6oeVdHFVLg/s320/Image019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sighhh. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Byeee!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Remember to tag! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-4433831618622944887?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/4433831618622944887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=4433831618622944887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/4433831618622944887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/4433831618622944887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2009/02/ka-blah.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SYgvLZdZ5uI/AAAAAAAAAPM/olcRcF00BZ8/s72-c/Image013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-5053905668280293700</id><published>2009-01-29T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T04:58:00.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The boy's name Ailin \a(i)-&lt;a href="http://www.thinkbabynames.com/ending/1/lin"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;\ is a variant of &lt;a href="http://www.thinkbabynames.com/meaning/1/Alan"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Alan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.thinkbabynames.com/search/1/german"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Old German&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;), and the meaning of Ailin is "&lt;a href="http://www.thinkbabynames.com/search/1/precious"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;precious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby name Ailin sounds like &lt;a href="http://www.thinkbabynames.com/meaning/1/Allin"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Allin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thinkbabynames.com/meaning/1/Alin"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Alin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Other similar baby names are&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thinkbabynames.com/meaning/1/Aikin"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Aikin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thinkbabynames.com/meaning/1/Arlin"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Arlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.thinkbabynames.com/meaning/1/Adlin"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Adlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ailin is a very rare male first name and a very rare surname (source: 1990 U.S. Census). Displayed below is the baby name popularity trend for the boy's name Ailin. &lt;a href="http://www.thinkbabynames.com/meaning/1/Ailin/1" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Compare Ailin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with related baby names.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;UH. OKAY. I'M A BOY. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha. Just curious to see what does your name mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GO TO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;http://www.thinkbabynames.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or just search this on google:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The meaning of the name _________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahah. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-5053905668280293700?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/5053905668280293700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=5053905668280293700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/5053905668280293700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/5053905668280293700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2009/01/boys-name-ailin-ai-lin-is-variant-of.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-3796584863393712346</id><published>2009-01-25T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:13:40.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmm. This will be an extra CNY post (!) Omg, I love CNY, seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cos CNY = Steamboat + Sparklers! And Angbaos also la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295502916980658338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SX1n2KGtUKI/AAAAAAAAAN8/dtGZKyk48-U/s320/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sparklers sparklers sparklers! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Sparklers can make you look MAGICAL. :D Like in Harry Potty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And SPARKLERS BURN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sadly, Firecrackers were banned in singapore. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So anw, after eating Steamboat we (As in me and my cousins and my auntie) went downstairs to play! We also found tissues and leaves to burn first and make a mini bonfire and then we started fooling around. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And yup! Took pictures! Sparklers are pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295504899180353842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SX1ppiX8WTI/AAAAAAAAAOE/iRA4r21q-Z4/s320/Image028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIE LOWLY MORTALS. I'M A HAUNTED BANANA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to do a heart shape with the sparklers but realise that there wasn't enough and it was hard to do. D: So we just stick them horizontally at the playground !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295505919515603122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SX1qk7a0sLI/AAAAAAAAAOM/-MbhtoxMoCQ/s320/Image029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295506961146189938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SX1rhjy6GHI/AAAAAAAAAOU/w90YaV0jBw4/s320/Image030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hahah. Couldn't balance for this picture! :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295507440480392818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SX1r9ddFlnI/AAAAAAAAAOc/GK7sw5CEkXs/s320/Image031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hocus Pocus;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I shall change you into a cute sausage. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295507840762596498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SX1sUwnzTJI/AAAAAAAAAOk/fpYauGlm-mM/s320/Image032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295508450627454962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SX1s4Qi6h_I/AAAAAAAAAOs/WoGOVG32NcA/s320/Image033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHA. I'M LORD VOLDY. YOU SHALL DIE, POTTY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hee. JK. ROWLING should create a new book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295509150032341410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SX1tg-CCKaI/AAAAAAAAAO0/GnCmWGuY4Yo/s320/Image034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;VOLDY SHALL INVADE YOU, EARTHLING. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hahaha. Got some kids who came down to see the commotion (probably) never seen sparklers before because they started screaming whenever VOLDY comes ! to attack. Hahaha. And Harry Potter's latest movie comes out in July! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295510509936627618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SX1uwIEez6I/AAAAAAAAAO8/jkSN7WkU2dY/s320/hbpcover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't wait; and THIS book shall reveal VOLDY'S hidden past and secrets! Potty; you shall not win this trail because the VOLDY that you killed was just a DUMMY. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahah. You should be surprised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the air was so polluted after we lit up those sparklers. x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295511066812228178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SX1vQil-IlI/AAAAAAAAAPE/D22HjPdYktI/s320/Image035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anw, YUP. HAPPY NIU YEAR EVERYONE. REMEMBER, IF YOU CAN'T USE FIRECRACKERS USE SPARKLERS INSTEAD.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;VOLDY RULES. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-3796584863393712346?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3796584863393712346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=3796584863393712346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/3796584863393712346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/3796584863393712346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2009/01/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SX1n2KGtUKI/AAAAAAAAAN8/dtGZKyk48-U/s72-c/Image023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-6058967530298241104</id><published>2009-01-24T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T03:27:17.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; WARNING. THIS POST CONTAINS SOME *AHEM* SICK *AHEM* STUFF THAT ONLY 3 YEARS AND ABOVE CAN SEE. :D THOSE WHO ARE UNDERAGED, DON'T BOTHER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway. My brother's birthday was today; but we went out yesterday for the celebration, and we ate at this restaurant near &lt;strong&gt;GEYLANG &lt;/strong&gt;for dinner. Yesterday St.Nicks CNY celebrations are boring (Cos every year is the same) so wasn't expecting new, except SADDOV wore PINK. *Laughs* And Rachel's boobs got blessed. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BTW. DID I MENTION HOW MUCH I JUST LOVE CHINESE DUMPLINGS? YUM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294862146077964946" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SXshEYejupI/AAAAAAAAAMk/PSIrJg6Wq20/s320/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ISN'T THE DUMPLING CUTE?! I poked two holes for eyes using my chopsticks and used a strand of noodle for mouth. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know I'm being lame here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But too bad. . . Cute stuffs still had to be eaten (!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294864555072573346" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SXsjQmroT6I/AAAAAAAAAMs/mMHJ0wiTQtg/s320/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294864995567120130" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SXsjqPptrwI/AAAAAAAAAM0/CtzFfkCZLi8/s320/Image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HAHA. Be jealous. Poor dumpling, its whole body is full of MY saliva. D: Its &lt;strong&gt;WET &lt;/strong&gt;but still; its my most favourite dish besides Cheese Fries (!) Mum ordered two plates, hehe. I feel blessed, even though its not my birthday. Luckily I swam before dinner, or I become a Hippo for eating too much. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hmmm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sidetracked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;SO. ANW, AFTER DINNER, WENT TO GEYYY (GAY) LANGGG LORONG 27A (HAHA I MEMORISED IT) TO MY GRANDAUNTIE'S HOUSE FOR VISITING. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;OMG. SHE HAD THREE DOGS. BUT DO THEY LOOK INNOCENT TO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294872207500343026" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SXsqOCMldvI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dE2wCwx-eGU/s320/Image019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mumbo (Which is thie cute little doggy) is about 11 human years old. He's my favourite; resembles a lot like Twitchy! Currently on a diet cos he's overweight. xP Seriously. And he's horny. Which reminds me. . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294872888256307362" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SXsq1qNdIKI/AAAAAAAAANE/71cHgnIEVTE/s320/Image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294873998276627506" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SXsr2RW7DDI/AAAAAAAAANM/UWOfLbk02AI/s320/Image022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;EEE! In my mind he used to be always so pure and innocent and sweet! Unlike those two pugs. And they are younger too ! (Around six and seven) So its unlikely that they are more passionate than OLDER dogs cos they are a wee bit ignorant? And they are all males. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But I was wrong; they.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294876131656526882" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SXstyc0U7CI/AAAAAAAAANc/oUdG_c-gYGM/s320/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Displayed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294875370535945026" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SXstGJbCg0I/AAAAAAAAANU/PHv5_2Maba4/s320/Image024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This on public. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Eew. My grandauntie said thats the dogs way of &lt;strong&gt;MAKING OUT&lt;/strong&gt; to express their love for each other. AND THIS IS NOT INNOCENT DOGGY BUTT SNIFFING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;OMG. HER DOGS ARE &lt;strong&gt;GAY&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha. I quickly took a picture. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thought Mumbo had enough sense not to &lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt; that when Guests are around. And he follows me everywhere whenever I snapped my fingers. So adorable (!) BUT HE JUST HAD TO RUIN THE MOMENT. EERGHH YUCK. Spoil my impression of the little &lt;strong&gt;HORNY&lt;/strong&gt; angel! But he's still my favourite (I can't help being biased cos those pugs are quite scary) and he can't help being horny I guess. Dogs also need to have EXCITEMENT in their lives, don't you think?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294879592568416258" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SXsw75uBaAI/AAAAAAAAANk/3ghbyuf1oSw/s320/Image025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Come with me!" states the lovely Mumbo. Hahahahahaha. And Chubby says "OKIE DOKE". What a lovely activity!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294883829181575650" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SXs0ygVT8eI/AAAAAAAAANs/5nU6PEDRpZc/s320/Image026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"HMM. I see something &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;erecting&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;" HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;OKAY. YOU DON'T HAVE TO SEE THAT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294884560152163058" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SXs1dDaR8vI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Lp5yjPGw1n0/s320/Image027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"HMM. HOW ABOUT LICKING EARS NEXT?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"SOUNDS LIKE A GOOD IDEA!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hahaha. My parents were the sound effects and was eewing away and my Grandauntie was looking bored as she had probably seen this a million times. I ask those dogs to get a room. They didn't listen to me and even pooed in the garden.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Stinky. And I was so carried away I left my wallet in her house! SEE HOW EXCITING THIS IS! D:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Haha. Anw; HAPPY CNY EVERYONE. HORNY PEOPLE, I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS POST.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And to dog lovers, (which is also myself!) if this is your first time seeing this, I hope you'll find this COOL. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Ps. Don't you think you're a little extra? D: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-6058967530298241104?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/6058967530298241104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=6058967530298241104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/6058967530298241104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/6058967530298241104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2009/01/warning.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</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/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SXshEYejupI/AAAAAAAAAMk/PSIrJg6Wq20/s72-c/Image016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-8444584625952136181</id><published>2009-01-16T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T04:21:42.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wheeheeee. Feeling HIGH cos. . . ITS FRIDAY. :3 And I shall post blah blah about some recent things! I'm feeling nice but I decide I hate my Yam cake. D: Why?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pfft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We had Art club auditions on Thursday, a.k.a yesterday. :D &lt;/strong&gt;Haha. There was a lot of people queing up and the whole thingy ended att 6:30PM. PMMM. but I wasn't the usherette and wasn't the people interviewing so I was dismissed earlier than the rest; and we had to plan for the Sec one Orientation welcoming party. BUT MY GROUP ISN'T THE ONE WHO PLAN ON THE FOOD. SO SAD RIGHT. D: I want to give them cool YAM CAKE TO EAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TADAAAA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291855730279373666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SXByv83q22I/AAAAAAAAALc/db_Rwm4FvJI/s320/Yam+cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ugh. Its gross I know. It can make you puke out your breakfast. Hahah. Sec ones, eat your heart out. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;. . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I took many pictures!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lalala, sun is bright even in the evening (!) so yep, I took a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291857472821894802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SXB0VYWLnpI/AAAAAAAAALk/8nxRsc_5lJc/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;See? :3 Don't you just love the evening light? Took in from the school field. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291859347591604274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SXB2CgaHKDI/AAAAAAAAALs/tuskyAc0xTw/s320/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Was with Cheryl so she suggested we took photo of our shadow. Remember the peace sign?? Hahah. Mee. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sophia was kind of emo-ing today so she never went with us to walk around the school after CCA. CAN YOU ACTUALLY BELIEVE THAT SOME PEOPLE THOUGHT SHE WAS IN GYM? She is so not a gym girl with her spasticness and everything (!) (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291860976091053714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SXB3hTCovpI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Bf9ndLWiLZE/s320/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cam-whored with cheryl, hahah. I just love Black and white photoes. :D But it was so hot with our blouses on. ): Went to forum to wait for Dad after. And TOOK MORE PICTURES. This time Sophia came along cos I promised to give her a ride home back to Bishan. Thanks dad. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291862188449681538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SXB4n3bdUII/AAAAAAAAAL8/glGJG2eEeQg/s320/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291862371819979810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SXB4yiiWBCI/AAAAAAAAAME/FRYSyxLhYi8/s320/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And then met up with Peining! :3 And then she wanted to take a group photo. Unglam? Yes. SEE THE RED CIRCLE. DOES SHE LOOK LIKE A GYM/DANCE GIRL? YOU TELL ME! Hahahahah. But Sophia is cute. :D LOL. My face looks huge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291864151335700578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SXB6aHv9CGI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ZYu64biezOU/s320/15012009(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hehe. And that's the end of a very long day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;PS. Dujia is. . . weird.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-8444584625952136181?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/8444584625952136181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=8444584625952136181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/8444584625952136181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/8444584625952136181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2009/01/wheeheeee.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SXByv83q22I/AAAAAAAAALc/db_Rwm4FvJI/s72-c/Yam+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-98504249439844679</id><published>2009-01-12T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T04:25:32.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hehe. I'm being a good girl and I'm now constantly trying to update my blog if I'm free (!) or when I really really have nothing to do. Ha. But all these are super late updates (or just late, blah) so bear with me, kay? (Sorry, never really took much pictures)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So anyway. Yup/. Went to NYP (Nanyang Poly) on Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290389357133120354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 30px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SWs9FzNtQ2I/AAAAAAAAALM/nSL28zC1aSQ/s320/NYP+LOGO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For their open house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Actually we planned to go to Bishan Library and slack there but Rachel started about NYP and she invited us to go; so me her and vanna went together. Nat can't come cos she got band though, and Yijun (Rachel's friend) backed out for I dunno what. Hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PS. OMG. THE CAMPUS IS SO BIG. ITS BIGGER THAN MY TOY ELEPHANT. See!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290394196601488754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SWtBffo4RXI/AAAAAAAAALU/9A09k9iAn9s/s320/Heffalump!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partly went there to meet my dad and of course, explore the whole place. :D Those cool people thought we were Sec 4 cos WHY would SEC TWO's BE IN A POLY?! But its so nice to be recognised as &lt;strong&gt;SIXTEEN&lt;/strong&gt;! AND I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE THINKING NOW. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DO NOT INSULT OUR HEIGHTS, AS WE CAN BE SEC 4's AND SHRINK. Or whatever. (: Anw, we still got free bags.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ughh. Hungry hungry hungry. Went to find the canteen. IT HAS AN INDOOR MACDONALDS/. Uh, starting to be a little sick on Mac's fries so I settled for a &lt;strong&gt;ECLAIR&lt;/strong&gt;. OMG! Should have took a picture, it was cheap and &lt;strong&gt;GOOD&lt;/strong&gt;. The bakery at our school was so much smaller and more expensive! (SEE, PEOPLE OUT TO CHEAT PRI AND SEC STUDENTS MONEY AH!) Vanna and Rachel bought the same food; Brownies with Ice cream and Mango ice. :D And it was only $5. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-.-l Ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THEN LATER I SAW A BEAUTIFUL SHINY THINGY. a SAUSAGE on SALE. Chiong! And there was a 9 INCHES ONE FOR SALE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290386620831389106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SWs6mhsiVbI/AAAAAAAAAK0/bzFiBrAgWlA/s320/Photo0019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I had a special order. Split cost with Vanna and Rachel, cos I think I can't finish it all by myself but apparently I can! It was sooooooo nice, and AGAIN, it cost ONLY $1.70 FOR SUCH A HUGE SAUSAGE. (Oops, sounds wrong, teehee)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then we set off to find my dad. We hogged his computer and ate pastries and drink MILO! (Be jealous) And I show something Vanna and Rachel something very cute:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291866552470519314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SXB8l4rGvhI/AAAAAAAAAMU/I4fUFxmx3jM/s320/DSC07469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Ah Beng is looking for a job, and when he was on a job interview, his boss asked him to create a story that includes the words: Green, Pink, Yellow, Blue and Purple. After a while of thinking, Ah Beng told his story:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One day the phone went &lt;strong&gt;'GREEN GREEN&lt;/strong&gt;' so I '&lt;strong&gt;PINK&lt;/strong&gt;' up the phone. I said "&lt;strong&gt;Yellow Yellow&lt;/strong&gt;?" but there was no reply. So I tried again. "&lt;strong&gt;Blue (who)&lt;/strong&gt; is it?" but still no answer. So I angry liao, and shouted over the phone: "DON'T &lt;strong&gt;PURPLELY&lt;/strong&gt; CALL AGAIN NEXT TIME OKAY?" "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Haha. Lame I know. But funny. :D So went home at six plus; and we (me and rachel) realised that Randy studies in NYP too! xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-98504249439844679?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/98504249439844679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=98504249439844679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/98504249439844679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/98504249439844679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2009/01/hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</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/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SWs9FzNtQ2I/AAAAAAAAALM/nSL28zC1aSQ/s72-c/NYP+LOGO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-823207269762375595</id><published>2009-01-09T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T01:26:37.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Okay. This is like a super late update. :D My USB is finally working! Oh rather, I finally found out how to use the USB again. o.o And I think this post would be rather long because I'll be going on and on and on and on and on! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;-&gt; 26th Dec - 29th Dec &lt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;26 DECEMBER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;Went to malaysia straight after christmas, the same day as my darling vanna who also set off to the same destination. THAT IS FATE, but she went in the evening and I went at DAWN. And the custom was STILL JAMMED can you believe it! Ate bread in the car for breakfast; and my Grandfather went along with us for the trip/. The total time taken to travel from Singapore to Kuala Lumpar (KL) took from 8am-4pm. D: I'm rotting and dying in the car on the way. This is now my third life. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289267490856068434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SWdAwlp_ZVI/AAAAAAAAAIM/liubqyOOycs/s320/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Stop by at Malacca at first around lunch time and shop for presents and ate the local cuisine. Not too bad but nothing special. Nearly died from the heat. I saw people taking pictures with a gigantic python and a cool lizard (I think it was a iguana) at the roadsides. My brother wanted a go; and dad told us that there was such thing as a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;SNAKE TEMPLE&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;It was a temple full of snakes and I wanted to go but Dad forgotten where it was located. :D SPASTIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And so, we went to eat in this cool restaurant with my mum's colleague and his family, and we went to the twin tower shortly after. It was BRIGHT ! (I'm being dumb here) SEE THE PEACE SIGN. Peace yo. (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wanted to go to the Malaysia Eye (?) but mum was feeling rather sian so we decided not to go. Hotel was nice, but can't have bubble bath cos mum doesn't allow. Sad. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;27th DECEMBER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289272112892071186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SWdE9oFPzRI/AAAAAAAAAIU/yOC18afcAm8/s320/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scheduled to go to Genting. By stopped by the Giant Buddha when we went past it on the Highway. So many tourists and pigeons there ! And guess what. My dad asked as to climb the stairs up to the cave in the low mountains. Guess how many steps are there. 250-300! (I can't remember the exact number) And the steps are steep and it was STILL a super hot day and it was in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289273803917344402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SWdGgDpFvpI/AAAAAAAAAIk/toSJmxOIL9A/s320/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone rolled down the steps when we were halfway through and everyone was screaming cos obviously she'll be dead if she rolled down 100 steps (lol) but she only rolled down 10 steps and she landed on her butt and didn't get hurt. AT ALL. -.- But she kept rubbing her leg. Weird woman. Maybe she's a alien. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289275371040348322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SWdH7RoVGKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/LkqgWEzmbIY/s320/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We were heading to the direction of the 'Light cave' cos the 'Dark cave' has Bats and maybe crazy stuff that are scary. I want to see Vampire. :D But my dad say he went there before but he could hardly see anything except bat shit. D: Waste of time and money la. But that was like 10 years ago. Anyway. ISN'T THE VIEW NICE FROM UP THERE?! (ok. Sounds wrong)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I took pictures when I was on the top of the 300 steps. I think the view is tres magnifique. :D (hehe) BE JEALOUS. ok. Maybe not. But its still nice. Saw monkeys on the way down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289276381007309202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SWdI2EDN6ZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/M3sJ8uPVINo/s320/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289277204602209874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SWdJmALixlI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Se5teqCU1Xs/s320/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Isn't the monkey cutee! He was carrying a baby. :D I think. Or it was a different monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;SOOOOO. After seeing monkey, we continue to go to Genting! :D But I never took a lot of pictures though. But I shall (&lt;strong&gt;AGIAIN&lt;/strong&gt;) show you a beautiful view from the cable car! Reach out, for the skies! With wings, you can soar up high! (uh. not really) Cable car will do. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289963524072847250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SWm5zDcit5I/AAAAAAAAAKs/hNknp9p3cc8/s320/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289277920522810354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SWdKPrMUM_I/AAAAAAAAAJE/MXcU8qTt5go/s320/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Played in the Snow palace in Genting Highlands. It was -6 degrees in there. I wanted to take pictures but my dad say the camera will freeze. xP Haha. Conclusion. My dad is &lt;strong&gt;SPASTIC&lt;/strong&gt;. And the snow falling down the vent occasionally is actually SOAP. Ergh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289963145700904146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SWm5dB5pDNI/AAAAAAAAAKk/2c2Jx8XnP0U/s320/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Porcupines when I went and got back from the mountains. AREN'T THEY SWEET. But they remind me of Twitchy, cos they are LAZY POKS. They were sleeping when I went to Genting. . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND THEY WERE STILL THE SAME SLEEPING POSITION WHEN I GOT BACK 6-8 HOURS LATER. -.-ll &lt;/strong&gt;Everyone was poking the glass to make them awake. Including me. D: And that's not evil, that is good. We could make them Early risers, RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;28th December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Went to Sunway Lagoon. &lt;strong&gt;THIS IS JUST THE WATER PARK. &lt;/strong&gt;And there's like 3-4 other parks; ITS SO STUPIDLY HUGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289955994227856834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SWmy8wlmVcI/AAAAAAAAAKM/q0tk2krKJXA/s320/Sunwaylagoon.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the world's (Or is it just Asia's?) longest pedastrain bridge, that is located there. Didn't cross it though, I went crawling back halfway. o.o I think Dad took a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289958007285486898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SWm0x7z8FTI/AAAAAAAAAKU/FM2rPE_AcKY/s320/Suspension+bridge+in+Sunway.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND OMG. DID I MENTION THE STUPID PIRATE SHIP IN THE THEME PARK?! THE DARN PIRATE SHIP NEARLY GAVE ME A &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HEART ATTACK&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;I thought it was like the happy happy relaxing kind where it just kept swinging back and forth like those cool fiesta thingy in school but WTH, IT WENT. . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;360 DEGREES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SERIOUSLY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am NOT kidding. Oh. Sorry. Now its my 4th life. I also died when I found myself directly upside down 50 (Or is it more?) metres in the air. My poor brother had to survive with me screaming a lot of rubbish in his ear kay. My legs was like wobbly after the ride and I couldn't even speak two words for 5 minutes. Poor me! And my dad VIDEOED THE WHOLE STUPID EXPERIENCE. Wonder how he can do it la.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And when I came back to Singapore and told Nat Vanna and Rachel about it, guess what they said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;OMG, ITS SO COOL, I WANT TO GOOOOO&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They seriously don't mind dying! D: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-.-ll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;29th DECEMBER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Haha. Time to go back to Singapore! The whole car was stuffed with COOL things we bought back; I think we spent over 2k for the 3 day journey, can you believe it! Malaysia prices ruleee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And I can't wait to see these TOOTPOKS when I got back to our homeland: VANNA! RACHEL! NATASHA! GERMAINE! (And so many others, blah blah) :D I finally can SMS already and I was smsing a lot of people till I bao my bill that month. xP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289962134966024690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SWm4iMnqufI/AAAAAAAAAKc/6Atw2uSkvT4/s320/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;THIS IS RACHEL. I THINK SHE LOOK SO CUTE AND SPASTIC THERE. YOU AGREE? &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OF COURSE YOU DO! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And she's pokable. :D Haha. I love her so much. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;LOL. So yup. END of the SUPER LONG WINDED POST.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;PS. I want to go malaysia again to see Porky's. Btw, CCA fair was super tiring. AND I DON'T LIKE MY MATHS TUITION. It was torture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-823207269762375595?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/823207269762375595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=823207269762375595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/823207269762375595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/823207269762375595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2009/01/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SWdAwlp_ZVI/AAAAAAAAAIM/liubqyOOycs/s72-c/Image010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-2914744126735938712</id><published>2009-01-04T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T01:34:29.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, here’s the deal... Start with 100% and subtract 1% for everything that you've done. Then repost as your _% virgin. If you don't repost this in the next two minutes, you will be cursed and die a virgin! Or if you’re not a virgin you'll never get laid again.The LOWER the number you have themore you've done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[ ]Smoked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[ ]Drank alcohol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[x]Cried when someone died (its natural)[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been drunk[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had sex[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been to a concert[x]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gotten/given a hand job[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gotten/given a blow job[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been verbally/sexually harassed[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Verbally/sexually harassed somebody[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Felt someone up and/or been felt up[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Laughed so hard something came out of your nose (gross?)[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cheated on a boyfriend/girlfriend before[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been cheated on by a boyfriend/girlfriend[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been to formal/prom[x]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cried at school (during injection at P1)[]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gotten lost in a department store[x] (Haha. When I was five :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went streaking[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Given or received a lap dance[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had someone of the opposite sex in your room[x] (My dad?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had someone of the opposite sex sleep over[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Slept over at someone of the opposite sex's house[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kissed a stranger[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hugged a stranger[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went scuba diving[x]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Driven a car[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gotten an x-ray[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hit by a car[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had a party[x]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Done serious drugs [ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Played strip poker/darts[x]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got paid to strip for someone[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ran away from home[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Broken a bone [ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eaten sushi (i love it)[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bought drugs[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Smoked weed[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Striped in front of someone[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had a crush on someone of the same sex[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been in love (crush!)[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;French Kissed[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Laughed so hard you cried[x]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cried yourself to sleep[x]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Laughed yourself to sleep[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stabbed yourself[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shot a gun[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trash talked someone and then acted like their best friend the next day (i'm a bitch! :O)[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been online for 9 consecutive hours[x]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watched tv the whole day[x]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stayed up the whole night[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watched a person die[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kissed and/or messed around somewhere with at least 1 person[x]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pranked somebody[x]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Put somebody in the hospital[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Snuck into someone's room and/or your own room after being out[x]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kissed somebody of the same sex (on the cheeks, but i'm still straight)[x]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dreassed punk[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dressed goth[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dressed preppy[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;been to a motocross race[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Avoided somebody[x]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been stalked[x]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stalked somebody (stalked HOT GUYS)[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met a celebrity[x]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Played an instrument[x]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rode a horse[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cut by something[x]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bungee jumped[x]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ding dong ditched somebody[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been to a wild party[x]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been caught doing something bad[ ] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kicked or punched a guy in the balls[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stolen a boyfriend/girlfriend from a friend[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gone out with your friend's crush[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got arrested[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been pregnant[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Babysat[x]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been to another country[x]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Started your house on fire[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had an encounter with a ghost[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Donated your hair to cancer patients[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been asked out by someone that you never thought you'd be asked out by[x]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cried over a member of the opposite sex (waste my time)[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had a boyfriend or girlfriend over 2 months[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sat on your butt all day[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ate a whole carton of ice cream all by yourself[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had a job[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gotten cut from a sports team[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been called a hoe[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Danced like a hoe[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been mistaken for a celebrity[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been in a car accident[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been told you have beautiful eyes[x]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been told you have beautiful hair[ ] (LOL. Dunnoo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Raped somebody[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Danced in the rain[x]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been rejected[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Left a restaurant without paying[ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Punched someone/slapped someone in the face (its fun)[x]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been raped [ ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm a 73% VIRGIN. :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cool. ;D Anw, credits goes to Renxin (I stole this from her blog hahah) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Also, I wouldn't be blogging/posting regularly since school's out but I'll still be posting my malaysia and birthday pics if I have time (Even though its such a long time ago) I love you all, my friends (!) It is most pleasant to see you all again! :D (I'm trying to talk like Star, eheheh) AND I'M OFFICIALLY IN SECONDARY TWO HOPE. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heehee. I just wish Nat, Rachel and Jiawen (and other onegrace08's) will be together in the same class again. ):&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-2914744126735938712?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/2914744126735938712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=2914744126735938712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/2914744126735938712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/2914744126735938712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2009/01/ok-heres-deal.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-1316087084385117420</id><published>2008-12-26T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T23:20:24.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHA. In malaysia, genting highlands now. OMG. Just paid $7. 50 (sing) to use this computer for one hour. D: So expensive can (!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ANW. I specially paid for this is to post and wish dear RACHEL LIM a very HAPPY BIRTHDAY. :D Sorry I can't use the computer at midnight last night, had to pay using internet connection in the hotel and my dad don't allow me to use his precious PC. Ergh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RACHEL. HA. FINALLY A TEEN AH. TOOTPOK. I FEEL LIKE POKING YOU WHEN I'M POSTING THIS, AND I THINK YOU SMELL LIKE A SAUSAGE. ^^ HEHEHE. HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU FOREVER AND EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:) i bought your present (s) already for you and some VERY (CLOSE) friends christmas pressies. Oops. I'm broke already for renting this dumb computer . better bag some money from my mum again. :D I think I'm in love with the Lagoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I shall post pictures when I'm back in singapore. I have LOADS of pictures ! :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BYEEEE. AND AGAIN. HAPPY BIRTHDAY RACHEL DARLING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-1316087084385117420?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/1316087084385117420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=1316087084385117420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/1316087084385117420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/1316087084385117420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/12/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-3212599676505252163</id><published>2008-12-24T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T05:35:12.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. BLOG IS DEAD. Sorry people, I'll only update my b-day pics when Vanna sent them to me through Email and when my USB cable thingy functionals are fixed. (: ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283333921360569666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SVIsNYx35UI/AAAAAAAAAHc/G0JbWRNqyAk/s320/twilight.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WATCHED TWILIGHT (!) with Vanna and Jiawen and yeah, I mentioned about it in my super earlier post about the cast and blah blah blah; and was expecting the movie to be as great as the book &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;but it really really didn't turn out as well as I hoped . &lt;/span&gt;Sorry; this is a MOVIE SPOILER IF YOU HAVEN'T WATCHED IT YET so (like rachel :D) do not read it if you want to have the suspense of watching it. Hehehe. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never seen the cinema so packed when I watched a movie. Nyeh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283337675491450130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SVIvn6AbHRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Sat0IxvEQ5M/s320/Twilight-410-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Edward is scary. And his voice isn't musical at all. :/ but his eyes are veryy nice; his eyelashes remind me of Janielle's. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bella looks different from the cover page she posed on the front cover and movie poster of twilight; and her voice is VERY looooooooooow and mono. D: Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283341159685406210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SVIyyto_vgI/AAAAAAAAAH0/D1pSSgB2PVs/s320/2280121117_0dc44c9e26_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Rosalie has a mole that spoils a little of her perfect beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Jasper is WEIRD but his quite shuai in some angles. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Emmett and Carlisle are okay.. ? They are just like any normal 'vampires'/.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Esme is very motherly (!) like what is stated in the book. (: I like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283340730779568610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SVIyZv14CeI/AAAAAAAAAHs/SMEDmdD2KgY/s320/2280119879_0c4ac31068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;AND Alice is my favourittttteeeeeeeeeee character in the movie AND the book now. :D She's so graceful and her voice is VERY VERY melodious. She can even be a singer (!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Jacob is ugly and his hair looks fake. End of story. Don't be offended if you're a fan of him but you know its true ! Mike Newton is HANDSOME. HEEE. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The show is actually quite okay, come to think of it. But the left out important parts, such as Carlisle's history and the introduction of the Cullen's family about their special abilities (But you probably already know them if you read Stephanie's Meyer's books) They also added parts that wasn't even in Twilight itself, like Esme cooking for Bella Italian Food (?) That was irrelavant but the graduation hats were funny. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283341620256452594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SVIzNhZsL_I/AAAAAAAAAH8/dLhkpGsJplk/s320/img-03.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, they'll be changing directors for New Moon production so I hope it'll be better than Twilight or I don't think I would most likely be eager to watch it again; I don't mind waiting for the dvd/vcd to be released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nj2aSt6Wb4Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nj2aSt6Wb4Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah. And now this video to entertain you and whyy it sucks to be meeeeee. ;D Enjoyy! AND DO NOT HIGHLIGHT MY POST IF YOU HAVEN'T WATCHED TWILIGHT KAY. And. . . &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE. Sorry, I'm too lazy to go to everyone's blog and wish you all Merry christmas but I STILL LOVE EVERYONE I KNOW IN THE WORLD. (: BYEEEE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-3212599676505252163?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3212599676505252163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=3212599676505252163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/3212599676505252163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/3212599676505252163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/12/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SVIsNYx35UI/AAAAAAAAAHc/G0JbWRNqyAk/s72-c/twilight.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-8224374350030333374</id><published>2008-12-16T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T06:48:57.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SUe_lwOAKnI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6D1apRWXpnA/s1600-h/a+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280399743434893938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SUe_lwOAKnI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6D1apRWXpnA/s320/a+cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy birthday to you&lt;br /&gt;You're born in the zoo&lt;br /&gt;You're still wearing diapers&lt;br /&gt;how shameful are you (!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&gt; D: Credits goes to vanna. (: LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is one of the best birthdays I've ever had. I'm officially THIRTEEN TODAY. RACHEL, BE JEALOUS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But thank you all so much for all your birthday smses and presents, especially to those who stayed up at midnight just to wish me happy birthday and to Vanna, Natasha, Rachel, Germaine and my dearest family for celebrating it with me. Hahahahh. I have soo many pictures to upload but I'll only be doing it tomorrow; I'm lazy like my fatty pig of my hamster. ;D &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-c-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nighhhtttsss. ILY all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-8224374350030333374?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/8224374350030333374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=8224374350030333374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/8224374350030333374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/8224374350030333374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/12/d-credits-goes-to-vanna.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SUe_lwOAKnI/AAAAAAAAAHM/6D1apRWXpnA/s72-c/a+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-6040248240423482753</id><published>2008-12-01T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T02:12:48.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Sorry sorry sorry everyone; about the tagboard business. ): I honestly didn't mean to 'ban' you, as I wasn't familiar with Shoutmix and I only banned my brother. Somehow everyone wasn't also allowed to tag/ and this is just a misunderstanding. I apologise with all my heart, and I hope I didn't offend you with this stupid shoutmix. *Kicks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;So I changed it back to my old tagboard [CBOX] so there won't be any problems with tagging anymore (i hope) hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-6040248240423482753?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/6040248240423482753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=6040248240423482753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/6040248240423482753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/6040248240423482753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-dreamt-of-you-thrice-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-3191979260328656440</id><published>2008-11-29T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T02:13:52.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Come on ladies, be truthful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What colour pants are you wearing now? Black FBT's. Straight cut, cos I'm not going anywhere today. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you prefer light or dark haired guys? Idk. I don't notice that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Are you currently frustrated with aboy? Nope. They didn't offend me today. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you have a best friend?yep! I have more than one though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. who was the last person you hugged? GERMAINE OR. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Have you ever had your heart broken? Yep, but my friends always fix it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Have you ever thought of having plastic surgery? . . . NOOOO! . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you like your life? Yep. I'm contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you shop at hollister? Never heard of that shop before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Has one of your friends everstolen a boyfriend from you? noooo. They are not boy-crazy (Only some are) and I don't have a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. have you ever jumped in the poolwith your clothes on? Yepp! It was fun till SOMEONE AND SOMETHING have to ruin it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. you have more friends that are girls or boys? Definitely girls; I'm from a Convent school, k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. How long have you had myspace? Don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Have you ever slapped a boy in theface?Yes. I slapped him just yesterday. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What are your biggest fears? Losing my friends and family. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Has anyone close to you everpassed away? Yes. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Have you ever cried yourself tosleep? Yepp. But not for a long period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Have you ever not been able to get someone off of your mind? Yupp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you believe in the saying “once a cheater, always a cheater”? Nope; I don't really bear grudges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Have you ever had a good feeling about something? YES! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you ever wish you were famous? I'm happy just who I am. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Are you currently missing someone? Yeap. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you think any guys will open this justs it’s labeled “The femalebody survey”? Guys are dirty-minded and I have one very good example! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm bored, so I went to do this quiz. I'll post about wednesday if I have the time to upload pictures! (: Hahah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-3191979260328656440?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3191979260328656440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=3191979260328656440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/3191979260328656440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/3191979260328656440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/11/come-on-ladies-be-truthful-1.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-2885563008620488775</id><published>2008-11-22T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T19:25:35.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha. THANKS FOR REMINDING ME THAT MY BLOG IS (kinda) DEAD RACHEL. :D Though I'm having second thoughts on just leaving this blog to rot till next year when school reopens (!) and yips; I will officially be Sec two on the January 1st . (: I can't wait to know what class I'm going to (Though I'm a little depressed) and I hope it'll be a great christmas present to me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Had cca camp yesterday. EVERYONE was excited when they saw the brochure of the plans of the day cos we will be having night trails, movie marathons and even designing your own tee's. It was ok-ish but the first movie was Horror and me and (some) my friends nearly died cos it almost made us run to the toilet and pee as it was scary with the people screaming their heads off. But we went to the BRIGHT side of LIFE and we turn on full volume of our headphones, chat and ate pizzas with green tea. :) IT WAS GREAT k. And the Sec 4's also appeared that they wasn't interested and they suggested playing cards. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saw, and waved to Natasha, Ming and Rachel when we went out for fresh air, about 5+. I only had slept for 2 hours at night after the night trail and I had panda eyes in the morning, cos I woke up at 6. We were suppose to wake up at 7:30 then camp back to the art room (We slept at the MPR) but everyone woke up with me. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SO. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CONCLUSION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No one sleeps well in camp, cos pigs will fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But camp was fun! Ate sausages and fillet for breakfast and ate a SUPER heavy lunch of cheese fries, hash browns (Is it spelt like that ?) rice, veggie soup and pepsi. Hahah. Result? I gain 1 kg. ;o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271481435976888050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SSgQb7937vI/AAAAAAAAAG0/IGgoCkOWhvc/s320/DSC04774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anw. I decided to post this random picture, which I did a little editing! :3 Photo was taken when we went to the Singapore Art Musuem and it was forbidden cos phototaking wasn't allowed, blah blah. Probably that it'll spoil the lighting for the exhibits. So. . I was bored and even though this was quite a long time ago! Sorry renxin, for dotting on your cheek (it was an accident) Yawns. Me tired. Got to sleep now, and dream of you. (: (SEE RACHEL. THIS IS A LONG POST. BE HAPPY!) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-2885563008620488775?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/2885563008620488775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=2885563008620488775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/2885563008620488775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/2885563008620488775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/11/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SSgQb7937vI/AAAAAAAAAG0/IGgoCkOWhvc/s72-c/DSC04774.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-3231405455301228170</id><published>2008-11-15T05:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T06:32:21.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh what the hell. Hahaha. I'm finally posting and updating (!!) (Cos Rachel asked me to) AND I'm SUPER HAPPY TODAY. Ask me why! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268885159081763922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SR7XIu1lZFI/AAAAAAAAAGs/5o3QCpXJdPk/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I HAVE BOUGHT MY DREAM SHOOOEEE. {: BE JEALOUS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;teehee. Its not converse though, but there are some resemblence; and I've been longing for a proper shoe to wear. {: I was whining for a pair when my family dragged me to this NON-EXISTING art exhibition; its in this deserted place, there is no one there, and there are hardly anything on display. Its a total waste of time and Dad don't want to eat Pepper Lunch when we went to Suntec for a meal and ended up eating Korean food. Not bad; I ate Unagi but I spilled my Miso soup on the lime juice. :3 Hahah. I didn't have to drink it (!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Walked a lot today. Natasha and Kirstie can't make it with me to school today for the St.nicks gathering and I wanted to see their yard sale so it was too bad. ): And Jiawen is spastic can? She want me to take Higher chinese with her; and lucky my parents never went to school for parent's meeting yesterday. I feel like smacking her now. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hehehe. High. Vanna, Rachel, (maybe) Germaine and (maybe again!) Janielle are coming my house on tuesday and we shall swim and eat Jacks! Don't know what is that, I never eat it before. o.o Vanna says its nice, and so I trust her taste, hahah. Sigh. Natasha can't make it cos her band starts at 10. ): ): But we eating with her next week, and I love her, her house and her tiramisu! :D And I love all my darlings as well. Hehehe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*yawn* &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-3231405455301228170?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3231405455301228170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=3231405455301228170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/3231405455301228170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/3231405455301228170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-what-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SR7XIu1lZFI/AAAAAAAAAGs/5o3QCpXJdPk/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-3602783531049089384</id><published>2008-11-03T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T04:44:20.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be the ticket if you're my collector&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've got the fare if you're my inspector&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be the luggage if you'll be my porter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be the parcel if you'll be my sorter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                                      'Love Song'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                                          The Damned &lt;/space&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahah. Got inspired by the story Six Steps to A Girl. Its a nice story and a must read, though its a bit yuck in some parts though. o.O But Vanna love it. Horny girl.  xxx&lt;/space&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, went to Kolopok's house again (!) and we have a 'session' . hehehe. Kind of slacked there though; but its so much better than staying at home and stare the boring box. (: I recommended a book for Vanna (Haha) and guess what. I found out about someone's blog and it has lots of vulgarities. Not surprising but there's a lot of chim chim words and its spastic with no sense. And youtube is not my favourite website anymore after today. D:  Shh. &lt;/space&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Sorry about a blank post. I don't have any pics to share. x.x Hehee. But Vanna, Kolopok Nat and Germaine are coming to my house on friday to bake cake ! Rawr. I think I'm running out of ingredients. AND I'M NOT HORNY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/space&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;xxxnaisxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-3602783531049089384?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3602783531049089384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=3602783531049089384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/3602783531049089384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/3602783531049089384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/11/ill-be-ticket-if-youre-my-collector-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-7662563044533392752</id><published>2008-11-01T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T19:26:19.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;don't cry because its over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;smile because it happened! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-7662563044533392752?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/7662563044533392752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=7662563044533392752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/7662563044533392752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/7662563044533392752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/11/dont-cry-because-its-over.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-7600335966682521942</id><published>2008-10-31T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T01:10:19.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SQq6bQq9JvI/AAAAAAAAAGk/-VaFbfXVSDE/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263224092030215922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SQq6bQq9JvI/AAAAAAAAAGk/-VaFbfXVSDE/s320/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HEHEHE. NOW IN RACHEL'S HOUSE WITH VANNA. ;D And I brought cake that we baked yesterday! ( see vanna darling's blog for more pictures ) Its so sugary that my teeth hurts. But its nice (!!!) and I still owe so many money to people. ): &lt;strong&gt;Sorry sorry sorry&lt;/strong&gt; and to Babasha for not able to come earlier to let you try and I hope I didn't make you late for band. D:&lt;/space&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, Had a lot of accidents today. First I drop the drawer on my foot then bang my head against the door. I got a big bruise. Hehehe. And I cramp my toe. Rachel laughed at me. SPASTIC. And I think I'm going to have my period cos I get very very tired AND &lt;strong&gt;I HATE YOU&lt;/strong&gt;, YOU STUPID OLD SENIOR CITIZEN. GO AWAY. LEAVE ME ALONE. T.T I hate being alone in void decks. Its scary and today's halloween. Sigh. Hand over a pumpkin, and give me treats to loosen the pain cos now I'm hogging kolopok's comp! (: I think I'm in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/space&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-7600335966682521942?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/7600335966682521942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=7600335966682521942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/7600335966682521942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/7600335966682521942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/10/hehehe.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SQq6bQq9JvI/AAAAAAAAAGk/-VaFbfXVSDE/s72-c/Image005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-6666855821848515118</id><published>2008-10-26T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T04:44:42.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SQRVcsruYwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/uDis84EG6t0/s1600-h/1G08"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261424216194835202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SQRVcsruYwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/uDis84EG6t0/s320/1G08" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SQRVS5nNdLI/AAAAAAAAAGU/SWVd8dYGVxA/s1600-h/Fuji_film0565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261424047866868914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SQRVS5nNdLI/AAAAAAAAAGU/SWVd8dYGVxA/s320/Fuji_film0565.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SQRVJXa9UII/AAAAAAAAAGM/JlbAIHDf0K0/s1600-h/DSC05038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261423884069851266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SQRVJXa9UII/AAAAAAAAAGM/JlbAIHDf0K0/s320/DSC05038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SQRSBT6J7eI/AAAAAAAAAGE/lwn4_66Uouw/s1600-h/Tilt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261420447153122786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SQRSBT6J7eI/AAAAAAAAAGE/lwn4_66Uouw/s320/Tilt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SQRR3bHM-LI/AAAAAAAAAF8/-ISPEX5Kn8c/s1600-h/DSC06592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261420277288204466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SQRR3bHM-LI/AAAAAAAAAF8/-ISPEX5Kn8c/s320/DSC06592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SQRRv9jy1pI/AAAAAAAAAF0/YDdX5TUu0DE/s1600-h/DSC00290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261420149095978642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SQRRv9jy1pI/AAAAAAAAAF0/YDdX5TUu0DE/s320/DSC00290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SQRRpQxpq_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/LBcN_Tzt5y8/s1600-h/DSC00240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261420033995287538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SQRRpQxpq_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/LBcN_Tzt5y8/s320/DSC00240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. Thurs is the last day of school. That means Secondary One life has ended. ): And I'm very sorry for whatever trouble I had caused, the hurt I have brought, the burden I have carried throughout this whole year to all my beloved friends in 1G08; &lt;em&gt;but&lt;/em&gt; I'll always remember the happy memories that you have brought to my life. ;D Thank you so much for the happiness you all had given me and I'll always be grateful (!!!) , especially to Vanna, Babasha, Rachel, Ming, Lydia, Germaine, Janielle, Renxin and Jiawen for the fun times we shared. (: &lt;----(weird) Hahaha. But ILY all forever and ever ! Stay in contact k, one grace? I'll miss all of you during the holidays, but I shall always look at the pictures we took as a family that make me smile. (: I'll also always look forward to catch each other up in the holidays, and I shall pray that all of us will still be in the same class together for the upcoming years. My heart goes out to you all; ILY.&lt;/space&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:) ONE GRACE 08 (: &lt;/space&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some pics have been repeated in my earlier posts; but I lost my USB cable. D: &lt;em&gt;Spastic&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/space&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-6666855821848515118?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/6666855821848515118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=6666855821848515118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/6666855821848515118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/6666855821848515118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/10/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SQRVcsruYwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/uDis84EG6t0/s72-c/1G08' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-3130896761375508760</id><published>2008-10-15T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T05:45:14.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. What's the connection between you and the last person that called you? Vanna. ;D My laopo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Do you ever turn your cell phone off? Yep. Save battery etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. What happened at 10am today? I was doodling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. When did you last cry? 2 days ago. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. What is you favourite thing to eat with peanut butter? Chocolate Milk. Hehehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. What do you want in your life right now? Everything I treasure. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. Do you carry an umbrella when it rains, or just put on your hood? Both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. What's your favourite thing to have on your bed? My stuff dog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9. What bottom are you wearing now? Pinafore?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. What's the nicest text in your inbox say? I LOVE YOU. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11. Do you tend to make a relationship complicated? Nah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12. Are you wearing anything you borrowed from someone? Yup. Vanna's clip. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;13. Wad was the last movie you caught? Umm. I-Robot? Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;14. What are you proud of? My phone. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;15. What does the oldest text msg in your inbox say? Meow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;16. What's was the last song you sang out loud? 热带雨林 by S.H.E (!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;17. Do you have any nicknames? Naisuan. (-.-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;18. What does your last received msg say? Vanna (?) - Meow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;19. Are you currently happy? No. I have been sneezing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;20. Who gives you best advice? My hamster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;21. Do you eat whipped cream straight from the can? It's nice to eat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;22. Who did you talk to on the phone last? Vanna and Kolopok and Natasha? Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;23. Is anything bugging you right now? Uh. Yeah. A lot of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;24. What/who was the last thing/person that made you laugh? The same ol darlings. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;25. Do you wear toe socks? Sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;26. Who was the last person you missed a call from? My dad. x.x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;27. Have you ever had your heart broken? Yup. I broke it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;28. What annoys you most in a person? ACBC. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;29. Do you have a crush on anyone? Yep. And I'm married to her! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;30. Have you ever done cocaine? Yup. And I drank it with coke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;31. What is the colour of your room?White. Its boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;32. Would you kill someone you hate for a billlion dollars? Maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;33. Do you believe in the saying "talk in cheap"? Idk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;34. Who was the last person to lay in your bed? Me. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;35. Who was the last person who hugged you? My darling Kolopok. (:(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;36. Did anyone see the last person you kissed? My darling Vanna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;37. Do you have a life? I don't think so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;38. Have you ever think someone died, when they really didnt? My phone. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;39. What's the reason behind your profile song? Ming chose it for me and its nice (!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;40. Who was the last person you saw in your dreams? Weird. I can't tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;41. Last time u smiled? Just. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;42. Have you changed this yr? Probably. Hehehehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;43. What are you listening to right now? Some buzzing sounds from the printer in the library.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;44. Are you talking to someone while you're doing this? Nope. Kolopok went home. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;45. Do you walk with your eyes open or closed? Half. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;46. Is there a quote you live by? Get a life. Roar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;47. Do you want someone you cant have? *-*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;48. Have you ever played an instrument? Yups.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;49. What was the worst idea you had in the week? Going to cca tomorrow. D: &lt;/space&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha. Took this from Renxin's blog. (: So I shall credit her. Anyway, I'm bored and slacking in the school's library and googling. (Kolopok went home early cos she got tuition) I'm all alone. Vanna also got this Infocomm thingy and she's coming to meet me here at 5. Hehehe. &lt;/space&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Btw. .&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm SO SORRY MING; for DROPPING YOUR PHONE ON THE FLOOR TODAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It was an accident and I already punish myself. Please forgive me (!!!) I'm so sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry. ): ): ): &lt;/space&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NOTE: I might be also deleting my friendster. Its really rotting and I think I should just delete it out of existence. I bet no one notices anyway! ;D &lt;strong&gt;AND TODAY'S TRIP TO THE CHINESE HERITAGE WAS BORING.&lt;/strong&gt; I slept on the way back to school. Btw. . KIRSTIE. Don't think I dunno. I bet you took an unglam shot of me sleeping with your camera and you &lt;strong&gt;BETTER DELETE IT NOW.&lt;/strong&gt; Ok. &lt;strong&gt;OR YOU DIE. I MEAN IT. &lt;/strong&gt;And I make sure you READ this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/space&gt;Hehe. Had a sort of heart to heart talk with Vanna after school today. We both have bad tummies and Vanna is suspected to be &lt;strong&gt;PREGNANT. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-3130896761375508760?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3130896761375508760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=3130896761375508760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/3130896761375508760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/3130896761375508760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/10/1.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-843279110219196653</id><published>2008-10-15T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T00:45:32.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ndiRRjCyV_E&amp;amp;hl=" width="390" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MUST WATCH THIS VIDEO OK? ;D - Ailin &amp;amp; Kolopok&lt;/space&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOW TO BE A NERD.&lt;/space&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEEHEE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-843279110219196653?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/843279110219196653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=843279110219196653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/843279110219196653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/843279110219196653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-7439947223149931910</id><published>2008-10-12T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:40:35.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SPLpiaes_QI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ycfAoNqdVeQ/s1600-h/Roses+(!!!).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256520492527713538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SPLpiaes_QI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ycfAoNqdVeQ/s320/Roses+(!!!).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;THANK YOU VANNA, BABASHA AND JANIELLE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/space&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For specially coming on to my doorstep today and give me a bunch of handmade roses and a Get well soon card (!!!) Yup. I'm very touched (Ok, Vanna? ;D) and I almost cried by your sweetness. Hehehe. You are the sweetest friends anyone can ever hope for and I felt so bad for not being a proper host. D: Anyway, my 'measles' are getting so much better and I recovered of my fever and headache but not the spots. (Darn!) So. . I'll be going to school tomorrow ! And I hope my rash will go; I look like a chicken. And I hope Kolopok is also well enough to get out of bed tomorrow too. &lt;/space&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PS. I don't fancy today after the surprise visit, SENIOR GAY stopped by and he really look very GAYISH with his hair gelled up like HORNS. But I was really bored and I was hacked by my stupid brother for nothing again. Spastic; and I can't leave the house to go anywhere because partly of my rash and my mom. Heheheh. Natatsha was really happy cos she went to Grace's house in the morning. Kirstie asked me to go SPCA with her cos Jiawen backed out the last min. But I can't/. Meep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/space&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PSS. And thank you so much again to Ming and Lydia for also wishing me a speedy recovery. ILY all too; soo soo much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/space&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TO MING; GET WELL SOON TOO OK? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/space&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-7439947223149931910?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/7439947223149931910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=7439947223149931910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/7439947223149931910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/7439947223149931910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/10/thank-you-vanna-babasha-and-janielle.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</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/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SPLpiaes_QI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ycfAoNqdVeQ/s72-c/Roses+(!!!).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-791977538868038833</id><published>2008-10-11T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T20:05:15.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SPCt5-rP83I/AAAAAAAAAFU/eI_kM-qYeKY/s1600-h/DSC06589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255891976729916274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SPCt5-rP83I/AAAAAAAAAFU/eI_kM-qYeKY/s320/DSC06589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;UGH. I'm SICK. I got the MEASLES. ;D Haha. Actually not really; but I got spots everywhere and I have an outbreak of fever and headache. ): I don't think I'll be going to school on Tuesday, and I will be confined to my house tomorrow and Monday. And guess what! Kolopok has the same illness as me. Ahahaha. Cool.&lt;/space&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NOTE: I hate this friday. It was sports day. And it sucks. I can't play soccer (!!!) and my shoe flew out halfway in the game. Not funny. I also nearly died of heat stroke. D: And my sickness occured after we were dismissed. But thank you so much Vanna and Kirstie for aiding me; and especially Vanna for lending me Taxi money and Kirstie offering to come home with me (!!!). I'm very touched and ILY bothh so much! Rocks ttm; and I shall give you hugs when I come back to school . (:&lt;/space&gt; Bleghh. I still have spots all over my body and I have a terrible headache these last few days. I'm still hoping to throw up my food. ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/space&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Teehee. I shifted my Mixpod to the side so where ever you navigated you shall hear the songs that Ming chose/recommended (Most!) so I shall thank her too. Meows. ITS NOT EXTRA. *Hint* I left a Crush o' meter on my profile. Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PS. I'm not allowed to do any PE or whatever for these coming days! RAWR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And again &lt;/space&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank you so much to Rachel, Vanna, Kirstie, Natasha, Germaine, Rachel's Senior (Yuqing?) Hui Yee and Janielle for special wishes of speedy recovery. Kolopok, you also must get well soon k? ILY you all! (Pic is from Vanna's blog) Hehehe.&lt;/space&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-791977538868038833?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/791977538868038833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=791977538868038833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/791977538868038833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/791977538868038833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/10/ugh.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SPCt5-rP83I/AAAAAAAAAFU/eI_kM-qYeKY/s72-c/DSC06589.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-2462506948698528219</id><published>2008-10-08T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T06:07:56.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SOyrN8md_HI/AAAAAAAAAFM/mV0rCeN11Lw/s1600-h/LOVE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254763121328651378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SOyrN8md_HI/AAAAAAAAAFM/mV0rCeN11Lw/s320/LOVE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[a=1][c=29][u]Charlene is [b]PREGNANT![/b] And she wants to name her child Chocolate.[/a][/u][/c=11] says:&lt;br /&gt;jiawen thinks kissing parts are exciting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/space&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;jiawen says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/space&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;jiawen says:&lt;br /&gt;it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/space&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[a=1][c=29][u]Charlene is [b]PREGNANT![/b] And she wants to name her child Chocolate.[/a][/u][/c=11] says:&lt;br /&gt;i thinking she is sick in the mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/space&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;NAIS; ZOMG. NUTS. says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/space&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[a=1][c=29][u]Charlene is [b]PREGNANT![/b] And she wants to name her child Chocolate.[/a][/u][/c=11] says:&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/space&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;NAIS; ZOMG. NUTS. says:&lt;br /&gt;I shall blog about this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/space&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;NAIS; ZOMG. NUTS. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/space&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hehe. Never update blog for very long liao; I didn't bother to. But I was MSNing with Jiawen, Kirstie and Janielle and I manage to capture this uhs. ;D And I found out this equation! &lt;/space&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JIAWEN = HORNY.&lt;/space&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I was very sad today. ): The God cried with me. There is no sunshine in this world. But this is last day of school so I shall stay positive ! ;D Dumms. And I finished my art poster but I don't think it'll stand much chance ba. D: I saw someone's art poster that she drew and its so much better than mine. Anw, talking about today. T____e never come to school this morning; and so I debate myself whether should I ask Ziyi about her current condition at home but I'm scared I screw things up. I always do. That's why I'm so unhappy. *-* &lt;/space&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stayed back with Vanna Kolopok and Janielle today. Supposed to go Vanna's house but in the end we didn't cos Janielle got CCA and Kolopok got tuition. Oh wells. But I saw lightning! With our very own eyes! ;DD My darling Lao po's tried to take picture of it but Failed. But we took some pics though using Vanna's phone. Cam-hore! Rachel got her phone confiscated today, poor girl. I miss her phone. ): But she can get it back next Tuesday and she'll be using Nat's spare phone for the time being. ;D&lt;/space&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PS. I kissed Jiawen on the cheek today and so did Vanna! (: Hehe. Spastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-2462506948698528219?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/2462506948698528219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=2462506948698528219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/2462506948698528219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/2462506948698528219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/10/a1c29ucharlene-is-bpregnantb-and-she.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SOyrN8md_HI/AAAAAAAAAFM/mV0rCeN11Lw/s72-c/LOVE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-6057276588365814996</id><published>2008-10-01T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T05:39:42.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm so SAD but HAPPY at the same time. ;D But well. That happens when you have your THING. HAHAHA. YUPP. It officially starts today and I got it the same day as my two other DARLINGS and that's FATE. (Shh!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/space&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;RAWR. Tomorrow is Science Review test then its ALL OVER. I don't really care about Chinese. Ahahahaha. So that means I can bake cake! And its FUN. My whole family loved the cake that me vanna and janielle baked yesterday. CHOCOLATE CREAM. Eheehee. My mom bought the icing, baking flour and whatever so next time they come over we can bake COOKIES OR BROWNIES.  I can't wait for the weekend. D: Then can finally slack and bite nails for report book to be given out. T.T But that's not fun either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mom brought back Money No Enough 2 and I cried. AGAIN. Its so touching but Vanna is not there to lend me her shoulder so I sob on my pillow. But not as much when we were in the cinema when there was two gays behind us. ;D Today was actually very very boring cos I was confined to my house to study but of course I slacked and did my poster. I should have done it long time ago and Ms Tey thought I finished it but I haven't even started. Sorry Ms Tey. ): Aww. Nothing else to update liao. I know. Its stupid but I can't think of anything already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/space&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PS. Vanna loves my hamster! xD He's her 2nd lao GONG. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-6057276588365814996?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/6057276588365814996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=6057276588365814996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/6057276588365814996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/6057276588365814996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-so-sad-but-happy-at-same-time.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-890518598740316277</id><published>2008-09-30T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T20:44:09.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because i love my carhorn!</title><content type='html'>Hellooo world! :D&lt;br /&gt;Today Mingwei went to pierce her upper ear! :0&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Vanna &amp;amp; carhorn came to my house to bake cakee!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm having tuition now and still posting, how cool am i?&lt;br /&gt;MATHMATHMATHMATHMATHMATHMATHMATH ( &lt;s&gt;rocks ttm!&lt;/s&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;Sure thing peeps, i failed stupid math review test! :/&lt;br /&gt;I don't like this, don't like this at all!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;I want to fight with my fruits! I'm so strong! Stronger that SUPERMAN!&lt;br /&gt;Anyw, Janielle is like soooooo AWESOMELY in lovelovelovelovelove with my brother? :0&lt;br /&gt;Shocking right? I know:D Its so TRUE.&lt;br /&gt;(Janielle is so gna love me for this, cause she can admit her LOVE for my brother !)&lt;br /&gt;Y'knw, I love my Carhorn.&lt;br /&gt;We're like 100% lesbians or something, don't be jealous! :D&lt;br /&gt;Btw, carhorn&amp;amp;vanna keep cam-whoring?!!&lt;br /&gt;Fyi, they were using my teddies! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;But my teddies are like so MUCH hottter, cuter &amp;amp; AWESOME-R then them!?&lt;br /&gt;I like monkeys, my pink colour monkey! :)&lt;br /&gt;Omg, Vanna &amp;amp; Janielle ( Carhorn! ) just said 'hi' to my gay-ishy cousin! :0&lt;br /&gt;My cousins are like SUPERB HOTTT!&lt;br /&gt;( I hope none of them read this :/ )&lt;br /&gt;This is like sooo private &amp;amp; confidential, but I'm tooooo open! :/&lt;br /&gt;I'm still loving you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shyness can make you cry,&lt;br /&gt;Happiness will make you mine! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POSTED BY DEAR CAR HORN &amp;amp; VANNA:D&lt;br /&gt;Slacking at her house!&lt;br /&gt;So bored =O&lt;br /&gt;YAWNS :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-890518598740316277?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/890518598740316277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=890518598740316277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/890518598740316277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/890518598740316277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/09/because-i-love-my-carhorn.html' title='Because i love my carhorn!'/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-8546803872367857660</id><published>2008-09-27T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T20:35:47.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:6;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:red;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NAT ;D&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sorry for posting late but I was unable to use the computer yesterday. ;o Anw, HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY AND ILY ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/space&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-8546803872367857660?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/8546803872367857660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=8546803872367857660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/8546803872367857660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/8546803872367857660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-nat-d-sorry-for-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-1519777127941752828</id><published>2008-09-26T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T06:16:25.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eep. My blog is dead! D: And Annis, how dare you spam my tagbox! Anyway, you never even left your link so I can't link you. Nenepok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sorry. This post is extra short cos now I can't think of anything to write. My mind is BLANK. Ok. Byebye. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-1519777127941752828?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/1519777127941752828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=1519777127941752828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/1519777127941752828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/1519777127941752828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/09/eep.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-5350409729786946534</id><published>2008-09-23T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T23:51:22.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What Ailin wanted =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SNkBcAxidfI/AAAAAAAAAE0/yJ6UzMBmeqk/s1600-h/DSC05894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SNkBcAxidfI/AAAAAAAAAE0/yJ6UzMBmeqk/s320/DSC05894.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249228421432767986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What we[Rachel, Ailin, Vanna] bought :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SNkBSqUuXOI/AAAAAAAAAEs/cICCvI9NS4k/s1600-h/DSC05889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SNkBSqUuXOI/AAAAAAAAAEs/cICCvI9NS4k/s320/DSC05889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249228260787510498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;KOKlopok, in 2 ponytails ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SNkBMe92vFI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Hfg1KqQa0Ns/s1600-h/DSC05883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SNkBMe92vFI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Hfg1KqQa0Ns/s320/DSC05883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249228154659585106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;RF! Got see? That one wearing shorts !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SNkA_1YPfuI/AAAAAAAAAEc/M9HHxbQeKzk/s1600-h/DSC05874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SNkA_1YPfuI/AAAAAAAAAEc/M9HHxbQeKzk/s320/DSC05874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249227937337540322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What Ailin wrote =( So nice right !! I'm jealous !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SNkA5kb9ZHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ywDxlj4RE4Y/s1600-h/DSC05856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SNkA5kb9ZHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ywDxlj4RE4Y/s320/DSC05856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249227829710513266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;YO! This is VANNA :D&lt;br /&gt;Posting for darling Ailin :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we went to erm AMK Hub? And then to United Square ;D&lt;br /&gt;Just shopped around though. Dint really buy anything =O&lt;br /&gt;Ate DONUTS!! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;Sooooooo NICE! But then, after we came out of the shop, we smelt HERBAL STUFF!! =OO&lt;br /&gt;Almost puked! =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, a big thing to say.&lt;br /&gt;We saw RF.&lt;br /&gt;If you're smart, you'll know who's that ;D&lt;br /&gt;I[Vanna] said HI to her =O&lt;br /&gt;She saw me ma =(&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm nice enough to say HI!&lt;br /&gt;She was so lonely =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, I shall go my blog now ;D&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and kisses,&lt;br /&gt;Vanna &amp;amp; Ailin ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-5350409729786946534?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/5350409729786946534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=5350409729786946534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/5350409729786946534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/5350409729786946534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/09/yo-this-is-vanna-d-posting-for-darling.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</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/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SNkBcAxidfI/AAAAAAAAAE0/yJ6UzMBmeqk/s72-c/DSC05894.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-1387822641793456696</id><published>2008-09-22T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T19:26:58.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm in love with you. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SNhYwAhZv5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/ofM0o0Jbq5M/s1600-h/DSC05844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249042947497377682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SNhYwAhZv5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/ofM0o0Jbq5M/s320/DSC05844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreak. I now know the meaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Of how it can break the connection between us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I thought today woould be different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I bet you sense the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So how did it end this way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I need help. I need aid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;I'm crying.&lt;br /&gt;I am lost in darkness.&lt;br /&gt;where is my light?&lt;br /&gt;where?&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry sorry sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But I deserve to go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Leave you alone. Disappear out of your sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vanish in your life, forever and take flight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The whole matter is clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You hate me. And I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm a stupid stupid fool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I hate myself too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tears threatened to bubble in my eyes;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sadness filling my veins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But its too late to turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You're leaving me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hope, wish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But all in vain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My heart and soul will always be together acheing for your acceptance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/space&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Ok.&lt;/space&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Sorry. Emo piece. I was emo-ing during chinese and wrote that on a piece of paper and decide to post this. Sighh. I'm sitting alone on the banana tree AGAIN. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-1387822641793456696?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/1387822641793456696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=1387822641793456696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/1387822641793456696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/1387822641793456696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/09/heartbreak.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SNhYwAhZv5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/ofM0o0Jbq5M/s72-c/DSC05844.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-9030551156825340109</id><published>2008-09-20T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T19:34:10.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SNWsiLYhv2I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Oze0bXyiIgM/s1600-h/Picture_(19).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248290643941375842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SNWsiLYhv2I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Oze0bXyiIgM/s320/Picture_(19).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My future HUSBAND says HELLO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/space&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SNWsX3kKQgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_Sibx7hwMBU/s1600-h/Picture_(17).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248290466822767106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SNWsX3kKQgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_Sibx7hwMBU/s320/Picture_(17).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hehe. Went out with Vanna yesterday but we were meant to study but once again. . WE DID NOT. Went to slack around, stroll around, read mags in library but we never even touch any books. HAHA. Yay. And Dad is coming home today from Germany. He better buy me presents ok; or else his tummy is in DANGER. Ahahaha. I want my dream shoe!&lt;/space&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyway, I found out SHE was VULGAR. Well; it was obvious, but I was still shocked can? She look so GENTLE. LOL. So the phrase 'don't judge books by its cover' has BEEN PROVEN. ;o Anyway, I'm still on the search for my brother's blog so if you come across it, you must must tell me ok? I bet he say a lot of bad tales on me, cos he's a RAT with a big mouth. ;D And I'm changing blog skin again, with Vanna darling's help. She rock at HTML. I suck, and this time I admit. D: But I still rock. &lt;/space&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-9030551156825340109?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/9030551156825340109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=9030551156825340109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/9030551156825340109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/9030551156825340109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-future-husband-says-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SNWsiLYhv2I/AAAAAAAAAEE/Oze0bXyiIgM/s72-c/Picture_(19).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-1474125485346323785</id><published>2008-09-18T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T01:09:27.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SNNSGpX-lBI/AAAAAAAAAD0/9DfWpUK1mJk/s1600-h/pineapple.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247628264955876370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SNNSGpX-lBI/AAAAAAAAAD0/9DfWpUK1mJk/s320/pineapple.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Blah de blah. I'm all alone now, sitting on the mangotree. ;D Vanna is taking Connexio photos and Germaine dunno whether she wishes to come, but anyway.. I found out I don't really like PAPAYA. Too many seeds. &lt;/space&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And I'm super pissed off can. Ruin my day. And its the weekend somemore. I WANT TO GET THIS CLEAR, I DO NOT LIKE PINEAPPLES. NEVER EVER OK. And its you who made Pineapple do this can. I don't care whether you like APPLES, PEARS OR WHATEVER FRUIT but let me get this through your BRAIN. I HATE BANANAS, and I will never ever like them. What's wrong with it? I'm not a Fruit lover so you don't need to feel jealous or whatever. There is truly no need to be. I mean, you don't have to feel betrayed by Pineapple because you clearly love it but you just had to settle on others. And if you seriously seriously going to start teasing me with this crap or annoying me, I'm really going to ignore you. Completely; because I had enough with this. Its not the Fruit problem or whatever, its you. I hate FRUITS. But you just keep saying I like them but you clearly like PINEAPPLES so whats the problem?!? I do not do not do not wish to continue with this further. Its either your crap go, or me. Your choice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But really. I think you have already sense it that I'm rather annoyed with your behavior this last few days. But you just had to continue and continue and continue. If you really want me to stop talking to your dear fruits then I will. I did not even initiate this in the first place in the conversation, you just had to pull me into the picture, and your FAMILY OF FRUITS. I did not even wanted to join in or whatever so I can just leave you alone. No. Its obviously a problem, and its a major one. I think our relationship is on the rocks now; I was digusted with your actions when you started eating TOMATOES. Don't you burnt your toungue for eating so many FRUITS?! I just don't understand. Really. Someone, enlighten me. &lt;/space&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/n&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/space&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My period is due next week. And this is a warning. Once you start crapping around when I have my period, you are DEAD. Not a joke. AND I SHALL DECLARE THIS AGAIN. I'm a FRUIT PROTESTER. &lt;/space&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thanks for your attention. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Btw, this is my future skin: &lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/info/186044/"&gt;http://blogskins.com/info/186044/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/space&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-1474125485346323785?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/1474125485346323785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=1474125485346323785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/1474125485346323785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/1474125485346323785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/09/blah-de-blah.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</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/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SNNSGpX-lBI/AAAAAAAAAD0/9DfWpUK1mJk/s72-c/pineapple.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-1508887131887007642</id><published>2008-09-18T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T04:50:17.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SNI9iNF1oCI/AAAAAAAAADo/RcUbCK-M6AM/s1600-h/SO+CUTE"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247324173679042594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SNI9iNF1oCI/AAAAAAAAADo/RcUbCK-M6AM/s320/SO+CUTE" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; SO CUTE. ;D I'm going to adopt it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/space&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SNI9A6D7LmI/AAAAAAAAADg/gFdksyv2-p0/s1600-h/Superman_YZY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247323601635061346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SNI9A6D7LmI/AAAAAAAAADg/gFdksyv2-p0/s320/Superman_YZY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LOL. I bet this burned your eyes. ;DD KIMBERLY, HE'S YOURS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/space&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ahahaha. Changed blog skin again. ;D I like this one. And can you believe that THAT is my brother?! I just surf the computer's pictures and I spotted this. LOL. SPASTIC. But shh. He doesn't know I nicked his picture. And if he know that I posted this I'm DEAD. But its worth it to let the whole world know how retarded he is. xD I'm evil today; I even told Vanna and Janielle my SECRETS OK? And who caused them to make me sad. D: That's why you cannot tell anybody or I really go and jump off a cliff. I mean it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/space&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Yay! Did you see that cute DARLING DOG? Yepps! My mom say probably she'll let me adopt her cos she's a SWEETIE. ;DD I'm so HAPPY, plus somemore she say November will have Converse Sale, so I can finally buy my DREAM SHOE. Boots or sneakers. RAWRRR. Plus going to SPCA on Saturday to see my FUTURE DOGGIE AGAIN. ;D But doing CIP la, so cannot play with her if staff don't allow. T.T But nothing can spoil my mood now uhs. And I just peed in Janielle's house plants. SHH. And that is another secret I revealed. ;o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/space&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Going to conference with Vanna and JA-NIAO later. And talk rubbish. But I like it. ;D And maybe discuss about THAT THING. So Ming also must try calling k. I haven't revise Lit yet but Lit dunnid study one lar. Today got English Compre test and I slept halfway and Tiffy woke me up as I haven't finish my paper (!!!) but I manage to finish anyway. ;D I dunno whether I'll do ok but I don't think I will fail ba. I'm content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/space&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ok. Got to stop blogging liao. I have to go into my mom's good books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;PEACE YO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/space&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-1508887131887007642?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/1508887131887007642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=1508887131887007642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/1508887131887007642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/1508887131887007642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</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/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SNI9iNF1oCI/AAAAAAAAADo/RcUbCK-M6AM/s72-c/SO+CUTE' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-4965903848342532980</id><published>2008-09-16T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T19:30:30.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;In school computer, blogging sianning, and emo-ing when we are suppose to uh. Do lit? Anw, I'm super sad kay. LIN LAO SHI made me stand outside the classroom today cos I talked (actually emo-ed) to Kirstie and Tiffany when she caught us crapping. D: Me and Kirstie went to stand outside (Cos we don't really care whether where we stand, whats the diff?) but Tiffany stayed inside and DAO ME. T.T And somemore the teacher brought wrong textbook and she still made people stand when they never bring. Spastic. She should actually stand outside the classroom and teach la. Feeling pissed; and plus Kirstie went halfway to piano exam and left me standing alone. But GL and Jiayous ok? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/space&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LIN LAO SHI didn't mind how long you're standing, as long as you stand till end of her lesson so I stood for ONE WHOLE FREGGIN HOUR. My leg isn't suan but my heart is. ): I bullied Jiawen through the window and chatted to Kolopok. But somehow, I just let the tears flow when I went back to my seat and cried SILENTLY. D: I don't like to express feelings out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hais. Ming changed seat with Tiffany so now I'm sitting next to her. She's my standing, lab and desk partner. ILH! :D PS. But I miss Ming. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-4965903848342532980?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/4965903848342532980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=4965903848342532980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/4965903848342532980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/4965903848342532980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-school-computer-blogging-sianning.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-595098534971498737</id><published>2008-09-12T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T07:40:53.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ahahaha. Guess what? My mood is SAD. T.T&lt;/space&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;1. There's a rainbow in Assembly but Mr Gwong made us wait in the pouring rain to finish his speech. And we can't take the rainbow with our handphones. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2. Mui Long is going to seperate me and Ming. D: I have to sit behind with Mr. Tiffy. She's a MAN. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;3. I got scolded in D&amp;amp;T by Mr.Ng for nailing stuffs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;4. Mr Sam throw Masking tape at my hair. UGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;5. Lin Lao Shi ask me to stand up for punishment and I was the FIRST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;6. I think someone digged my bag. xP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;7. People TAO me. T.T Sob sob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;8. I have no money today so I have to go starving without lunch to eat. Borrowed money from germs so able to pass through the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;9. Today got maths tuition and it was SIAN. Zomg. My eyelids damn sore for trying so hard to keep itr open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;10. My story. It sucks. I decided to leave it and start on a new one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;11. I think I lost my tuition paper for tomorrow. Got to start finding it. Or I'm dead. -.- Not really.&lt;/space&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;12. Mom complained to my tuition teacher so I guess its a bad thing?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;See how sucky this day is?! Its not even Friday 13th! Why so many misfortunes befall me today? What did I do? But at least I get to go online tonight and I can go out tomorrow and buy glasses. ;D Mom also was quite naggy today but at least she's still in a good mood. JANIELLE. You must go tomorrow ok? And supervise me in Geog. (: GAWK.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Vanna got SPAMMED ON MY TAGBOARD. Hahahaha. Sadistic. Anyway, today just suck and I hate it. I'm going to EMO tonight. Ugh. And that's it. My brain froze so I dunno what to write anymore so byebye banana's.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-595098534971498737?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/595098534971498737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=595098534971498737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/595098534971498737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/595098534971498737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/09/ahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-4551958112773349628</id><published>2008-09-10T23:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T00:02:14.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SMi_NJ3cagI/AAAAAAAAADY/bXRVersYUjs/s1600-h/happy-512-x-384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244651998780615170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SMi_NJ3cagI/AAAAAAAAADY/bXRVersYUjs/s320/happy-512-x-384.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mood. ;DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND TIFFANY SAID HER BUTT EXPANDS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hehe. In school library AGIAN and using the computer here cos I was BANNED (REMEMBER?) Like Ren xin. ;D Waiting for time to pass so I can go CCA. I think we are cleaning up the Art Room cos its the last cca for 3 weeks. SPASTIC. I don't want. I have muscle ache. D: Kirstie ask me to pon but I told her that she was SIAO and Kim T. said she was a STAR PONNER. (Sounds wrong) Haha. Feeling HIGH and I shall say WHY.&lt;/space&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will be sitting with MING (!) instead of Annis this term. Bwahaha. That's one good thing about Kirstie stupid raves. ;D Mrs Tan asked me to changed seats with her actually but I persuaded her to change Ming's place with Annis's instead cos I start to fall in love with my new seat. ZOMG. So that's how I was landed with Booby Ming, my new desk partner. ^^ And she love to talk about Body piercings. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Germaine didn't come to school today. So sad, cos I missed her spastic laughter. ): She got fever. Why nehneh pass to me?! And walao la. Kirstie ask us to do tests and it was really retarded and I was super scared she'll lose them (Cos we wrote lots of random answers) so I shall keep them for a while. (SSH!) I never trust kirstie with these type of matters ok. She's so UNTRUSTABLE. Haha. Todays was actually was quite a fun day but HISTORY has to just ruined it. -.- I failed my history test (Why is it not surprising?) but I got 2 digits upon 30. Teachers mark until so strict lor. I could have easily passed. Please! I want Miss Lye to come back even though she's not a good teacher cos she sure will give us high marks. :o But still. .. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't want to go CCA. I want to read REPAIRING DAWN (According to Ming) and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Midnight Sun. D: I'm still disappointed by the characters in the movie ok. And I gave up Edward Cullen to Vanna cos VANNA SUCKS and I have to make allowance. Haha. (: Ok. I got to go eat lunch liao. My tummy is full of pancake. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/space&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PEACE. YO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-4551958112773349628?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/4551958112773349628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=4551958112773349628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/4551958112773349628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/4551958112773349628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SMi_NJ3cagI/AAAAAAAAADY/bXRVersYUjs/s72-c/happy-512-x-384.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-97046023978857313</id><published>2008-09-09T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T00:38:18.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SMYmh0SYnqI/AAAAAAAAADQ/q-YvorMlvfM/s1600-h/twilight1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243921178532814498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SMYmh0SYnqI/AAAAAAAAADQ/q-YvorMlvfM/s320/twilight1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OMGGG. Sorry. Being RANDOM BUT THIS WILL BE THE CHARACTERS IN TWILIGHT FOR THE MOVIE. Please lar. YUCKS? Alice and Bella is chio (Well, they are suppose to be) but Edward look so RETARDED. Heard he's Cedric Diggory in Harry Potter. Bleach. He look like a Banana in there. Emmett look like a COW. Hahahahaha. Being evil as always but its TRUE. He might as well act as Jacob la. More like it. Jasper's hair look like got electricity shocked it so his hair look like its FRIED. ;ooooo And Rose doesn't even look like a ANGEL. Please? At least choose someone more better can! You are disappointing Stephenie Meyer's fans and herself. I would be. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But I'm still looking forward to watch it even though the characters totally doesn't match. Haha. I wonder what scene would they use for the movie Breaking Dawn in the future? (: Eek. I'm thinking sick. ^^ But can't wait. Going to read Midnight Sun's Drafting and I also can't wait for the book to come out. Hehe. I'm going to beg Mom like crazy to buy it if it does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-97046023978857313?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/97046023978857313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=97046023978857313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/97046023978857313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/97046023978857313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/09/omggg.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SMYmh0SYnqI/AAAAAAAAADQ/q-YvorMlvfM/s72-c/twilight1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-6528772407900402849</id><published>2008-09-08T23:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T23:48:12.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SMYbV2BqeNI/AAAAAAAAADA/iXMOMd1vo_0/s1600-h/Baby+sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243908878213216466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SMYbV2BqeNI/AAAAAAAAADA/iXMOMd1vo_0/s320/Baby+sad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thats not me uhs. I wish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ZOMG. &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Did I mention that I'm still not suppose to use computer on weekdays? Yeah. Using school comp now. Feel like posting cos I'm going to post that I'M NOT POSTING TILL I FEEL LIKE IT. RANDOM. But that's a fact. I'm SAD. DDD: S-A-D. But because I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH that I decided to revive my blog this once. Ahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Dunno why feeling this way. . . maybe got to do with the seating arrangements ba. I'm sitting with ANNIS. Weird. How can I sit with her?! We are totally the opposite. She guai kia. I'm not. NEVER. Mrs Tan must be BONKERS or her sense went flying off and out of the window. -.- Spastic. But I'm sitting near Vanna Mingwei Tiffany Nat and Janielle and Kirstie so not so bad. xDD Just some evil hovering beside me. Haha. Hope she don't influence me. I'm already HORNY. D;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ponning Maths remedial today. Don't feel like going. Its SLACKING and it don't even help at all. Hais. Today SUCKS. I even lost $5 larhhs. No wonder so broke. I thought pocket got hole but someone has been picking my schoolbag. Think I dunno? Your face look so guility. (Vanna say one) And so. . I KNOW. Vanna, your dream nene come true. D: You got your predictions totally the OPPOSITE. Haha. But I still LOVE YOU BIAN PANCAKE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Feeling so bored. Mingwei is sharing sorrows with me. T.T And that is all I have to say. BYEBYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-6528772407900402849?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/6528772407900402849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=6528772407900402849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/6528772407900402849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/6528772407900402849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/09/thats-not-me-uhs.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</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/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SMYbV2BqeNI/AAAAAAAAADA/iXMOMd1vo_0/s72-c/Baby+sad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-3932382107534583916</id><published>2008-09-06T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T01:12:02.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok. Copied this quiz from Ren xin's blog cos she asked me to try doing it. And it look fun so I thought I'll give it a shot. Must do also ok, people? For Ren xin's sake. &gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/space&gt;1. The person who tag you is? Vanna, Lydia and Ren Xin mostly.&lt;br /&gt;2. Your relationship with him/her? Lao gong and lao po. Ren xin is my spastic meimei. ;DD&lt;br /&gt;3. Your 5 impression of them is. . . weird, chio, spastic, random and wacky.&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable thing he/she had done for you. BY MARRYING ME. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. The most memorable thing they had said to you? I LOVE YOU. Duhh.&lt;br /&gt;6. If they become your lover,you will? They already are. &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7.If she become ur lover,thing she has to improve on will be? Go on loving me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8. If they become ur enemy, u will? Make them love me back.&lt;br /&gt;9. If they become ur enermy, the reason will be? Cos they don't love me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;10.You want to tell for them now is? Blahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;11. Your overall impression of them is? They are still my family. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;12. How do u think ppl ard u will feel ard u? Whats this question about? Can't read it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;13. The characters you love of urself are? I'm a SPASTIC BANANA. ;D&lt;br /&gt;14. On the contrary,the characters u hate yourself are? Blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;15. The most ideal person you want to be is? Me.&lt;br /&gt;16. For ppl that care and like u,say something to them. I know you love me. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;17.Pass this quiz to 10 person that u wished to know how they feel about you.1. Vanna 2. Lydia . 3. Germaine 4. Ren xin 5. Ming wei 6. Jia wen (?) 7. Rachel 8. Natasha 9. Kirstie 10. Kimberly Tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;18. Who is no. 6 having relationship with? Xinyi. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;19. Is no. 9 a male or female? LES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;20. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If no. 7 and 10are tgt,will it be a good thing? YEPP. COS I'M THEIR MATCHMAKER. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;21.What is no. 2 studying about? Don't know. I don't really care ba. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;22.What was the last time u had a chat with no. 3? Today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;23. What kind of music band does no. 8 like? Music with trumpet music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;24.Does no. 1 had any siblings? YA. FOUR. AND all of them are chio bu's especially the bian diao one. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;25.Will u woo no. 3? I already did and I got her heart liao. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;26.how about 7? Definetely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;27.Is no. 4 single? No. She have many boyfriends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;28.What is the surname of no. 5? KO . (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;29.What is the hobby of no. 10? SMSing her boyfriends? Idk. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;30.Does no. 5 and 9 get along well? Dunnoooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;31.Where is no. 2 studying at? SNGS, same with me, baby! ;DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;32.talk something actually about no. 1. ILOVEYOU DUMPLING MAMA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;33.Have u tried developing feelings for no. 8? Course. She's my les partner. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;34.Where does no. 9 lived at? Somewhere over the rainbow. . . but I don't care anyways. Haha. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;35.What colour does no. 4 like? HOT PINK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;36.Are no. 1 and 5 best fwen? Good friends ba. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;37.Does no. 1 have any pets? Noppe. But she wants to adopt JW's PET FISH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;38.is no. 7 the sexiest person in the world? Yeah. Or else I jio her for what? LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;39.What is no. 10 doing now? Probably smsing her boyfriends AGAIN. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yada yada yada. Ok. DONE. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-3932382107534583916?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3932382107534583916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=3932382107534583916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/3932382107534583916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/3932382107534583916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/09/1.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-342679208900419938</id><published>2008-09-04T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T20:07:33.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SMCe9syFggI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VRIhT5QQKks/s1600-h/DSC05259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242364749089702402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SMCe9syFggI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VRIhT5QQKks/s320/DSC05259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spongebob and Elmo? ;DD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SMCecnzL4zI/AAAAAAAAACw/EyG0gsEx7rs/s1600-h/DSC05257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242364180816454450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SMCecnzL4zI/AAAAAAAAACw/EyG0gsEx7rs/s320/DSC05257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ELMO. HEARTS HEARTS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hmm. Yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Went for class outing. To sentosa. I was excited, hehe. Haven't been to Sentosa for a while now and can be with friends to play on the beach. ;D Lucky Dad took leave or else we had to take the long wayyyy to Vivo City. We = Vanna, Me and Xinyi. ^-^ We are one of the earliest when we reached there so we strolled around the HUGE shopping mall and we somehow went into ToyRus cos it looked FUN. I lovee the toy display and the ELMOS AND BARNEYS. Too bad no Patrick the Starfish. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Slacked at Page One (Bookshop) also and read Mr.Midnight. Scary. ;l And worked on my story. I let Vanna read it though and she told LOTS of WHITE LIES. Don't like her. &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sentosa was fun. I love the waves but too bad its DIRTY. ;o POLLUTED. And got stinky people. Eh. Get this right. I'm not NUMBER 36. I got A NAME. And I'm not called NAISUAN in public. (I regretted putting that name on my tee) AND ITS NOT FUNNY. You'll regret ok. Pffft. I should have worn my extra tee-shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I took a stick and wrote names on the sand. I wanted the rest to write their names also but they don't want. So sad. ): So I wrote mine and vanna's! (See Vanna's blog) Ahhhh. I just wish we caught the sunset. And thanks Kimberly, your 11:11 wish work and it didn't rain! Love you allll for organising this outing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-342679208900419938?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/342679208900419938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=342679208900419938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/342679208900419938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/342679208900419938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/09/spongebob-and-elmo-dd-elmo.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</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/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SMCe9syFggI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VRIhT5QQKks/s72-c/DSC05259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-5721269330707914259</id><published>2008-09-03T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T06:17:22.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SL6IItCjVaI/AAAAAAAAACo/pm2sbOBv5uM/s1600-h/Fuji+film0725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241776699416466850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SL6IItCjVaI/AAAAAAAAACo/pm2sbOBv5uM/s320/Fuji+film0725.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SL6IDjPAtAI/AAAAAAAAACg/aNCTnQ6_HmM/s1600-h/Fuji+film0721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241776610885022722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SL6IDjPAtAI/AAAAAAAAACg/aNCTnQ6_HmM/s320/Fuji+film0721.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SL6H-ocap3I/AAAAAAAAACY/HdrIL7xUTEY/s1600-h/Fuji+film0719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241776526384080754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SL6H-ocap3I/AAAAAAAAACY/HdrIL7xUTEY/s320/Fuji+film0719.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SL6H3c7Z2sI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nU69uxk9Hps/s1600-h/Fuji+film0715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241776403033742018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SL6H3c7Z2sI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nU69uxk9Hps/s320/Fuji+film0715.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SL6HanTSnCI/AAAAAAAAACI/1QT-b9MxvJ4/s1600-h/Fuji+film0724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241775907602078754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SL6HanTSnCI/AAAAAAAAACI/1QT-b9MxvJ4/s320/Fuji+film0724.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELMO IS MY BEST FRIEND ALONG WITH BIG BIRD. ;DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ZOMG. REBEKAH FUNG VIEWED ME AND ADDED ME IN FRIENDSTER. And I was like WTH luhs. Who would want to add you. So I rejected her immediately. Bwahaha. I'm feeling evil today. But I know Kirstie wants to be best friends with Rebekah. ;DD SHE'S A FAN OF HER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyways. Went out with Germaine and Ren xin today to Bishan Library to study. Smack Vanna's and Lydia's buttock for not coming. ): Ok. We hardly studied and we talk and talk and talk and I brought my story so I can continue the storyline &amp;amp; I think I'm getting obsessed with it but I think it'll really turn out great. (: I didn't let RX and germs read it though, cos I haven't even finish the first chapter. Its going to be looooooooong; I think it can be a storybook. ;o Saw two actors/actress today while strolling around J8 but no one even look at them and I didn't even know their names, so they are not even FAMOUS. (That's what RX said. Sadist. D:) But true. . I only saw them in one or two shows. I didn't eat lunch in KFC (GOD. So tempting) cos no $$$ and I'm saving up and dieting but I still drank Germs Mountain Dew and licked RX's cheese. Haha. Thank youuuu. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sorry. Got a bit side-tracked. I WAS SERIOUSLY PISSED TODAY at the library. Ok. Not seriously. Saw Melissa and she wore so demure. xD But I'm just pissed off with this uncle. OLD uncle. Think that you senior citizen so that you can boss us about is it? We are minding our own business and we didn't even attract any attention except your nosy nook. You don't own the library; we are NOT playing games in the computer, we were just surfing the net so what's your problem? D: I shall not go into details but I shall not let this matter rest; so you waiiitttt. RAWR. Ren xin used my sunglasses for all the pictures and she brought them home. Don't forget to return hor, darling. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Cam-whored in the afternoon but left early cos sian after Germaine left to pluck her teeth. ;o Ren xin and me strolled around Toa Payoh central for about 5 min but I have no money so it wasn't enjoyable. Sighh. Tired. Dunno whether going to Sentosa tomorrow, cos of the stupid weather these days but shall see. ----.----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*Yawns* I need to study liao. And I want to continue with my storry. Vanna, if you come tomorrow then maybe I shall shoowww you. :3 But I don't want to post on Winglin so tooo badd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-5721269330707914259?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/5721269330707914259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=5721269330707914259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/5721269330707914259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/5721269330707914259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/09/zomg.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</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/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SL6IItCjVaI/AAAAAAAAACo/pm2sbOBv5uM/s72-c/Fuji+film0725.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-498242813344778581</id><published>2008-09-01T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:35:30.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Haha. I feel like posting another post. Tee hee. Being bored to tears staying at home but I can go out tomorrow, Thursday and most possibly SATURDAY. Rawrs. Feeling so HIGH. (: Yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Did I mentioned that my mom has bought me the whole TWILIGHT series already? Just finished reading New moon in one day, hehe. It was quite boring in the middle when Edward left Bella, but I didn't cry (Not like Vanna!) but it was romantic. ^^ I love Ms Meyers books. She just released her new book for ADULTS and I wanted to buy it but it seemed irrelavant. Wells. Going to start reading Eclispe tonight though. But my eyes seemed a little crossed for reading too much. Need a break. zZz. *.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Yesterday watched Wall E in Suntec .City. Cute movie with nice animations but people don't really talk much. I thought it was boring and wanted to sleep but I got the hang of it and watched the movie with my family; but no cheese fries or popcorn to munch on. But I snacked on Tau sau pia and drown a bottle of Yakult. Niccceee. And healthier, I guess. I mostly smsed during the movie anyway, but I still caught glimspe on the screen. Dad wasn't too happy about it. I was also quite freaked out cos I over limit my messages. Sigh. And we came home at twelve midnight and I didn't turned into blooming cinderella cos my smelly brother has smelly feet. Yucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hehe. Sorry germs, wanted to buy basketball for you but no $$$. I need to save up once I got my pocket money then we shall ALL chip in and buy one for you ok? Oops. Also need to buy present for Nat. Pokpokpok. Feeling soooo poor now. NAT EVEN WANTED A TRUMPET MADE OF GOLD. LOL LOL. Cost $3000 (!!!) and I don't think anyone could afford that. Haha. Sorry BABASHA. Feeling super weird and high yesterday. I think I have forgotten to take my medication. So wells. . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;bored. BORED, BORED. But I think I shall go swimming today. In the nice sun. Even though I HAVE THAT THINNNGG. Lol. Spastic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;But thats meee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-498242813344778581?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/498242813344778581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=498242813344778581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/498242813344778581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/498242813344778581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/09/haha_01.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-2037527160286330072</id><published>2008-09-01T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:38:52.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SLzBCHe3nfI/AAAAAAAAACA/jRBR_IY7Qvo/s1600-h/DSC00240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241276308464836082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SLzBCHe3nfI/AAAAAAAAACA/jRBR_IY7Qvo/s320/DSC00240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Haha. HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR DEAR GERMAINE. I shall dedicate this post to you; and I'm very very elated to having to meet you this year, I think its fated that we are in the same class together! ;DD I'm going to buy you a personal late b-day pressie though (I'm kind of broke at the moment) so I hope you wouldn't mind too much. (: I know you loooove meee, the BANANA and I LOVE YOU TOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hmm. Yupp. I'm going to do the exact same thing for you that I did for Vanna, by doing the Alphabet thingy but its true bas. ^.^ Hope you like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;A - Adorable, attractive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;B - Bad banana. (Always bully me) D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;C - Cheerful Dick. ;DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;D - DECENT. (Sorry, I couldn't think of any word starting with D.) Haha, sorry Vanna!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;E - Elated to be with her BANANA friend, ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;F - Freakingly funny. :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;G - Germaine ROCKS. Bwahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;H - Happy-go-lucky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I - Intelligent. (Get highest in Chinese, huh?) ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;J - Juicy LIPS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;K - Key to Dylan's heart. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;L - LOVING, AILIN. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;M - Marrying ME in her next life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;N - Never stop being retarded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;O - Optimistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;P - Pees in bushes. HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Q - Oops. Can't think of any. Sorry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;R - Retarded BANANA. LIKE ME. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;S - Spastical, but I still love YOU. :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;T - TOP OF THE WORLD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;U - Uber coooool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;V - Very ___________ (You think)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;W - WE LOVE GERMS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;X - xxx KISSES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Y - Yayy. HUGS for youu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Z - ZOMG. HAPPY BIRTHDAY AND MANY WISHES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I LOVE YOU GERMAINE OR. HAPPPPPYYYYY HAPPPPYYYY BIRTHDAY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-2037527160286330072?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/2037527160286330072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=2037527160286330072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/2037527160286330072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/2037527160286330072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/09/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</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/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SLzBCHe3nfI/AAAAAAAAACA/jRBR_IY7Qvo/s72-c/DSC00240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-7178213197788716293</id><published>2008-08-31T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T20:40:26.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HAHA. Now in Vanna's house and using her computer and waiting for Germaine so that we can go out and celebrate her birthday. I brought my sunglasses (Cos Germaine ask us to) and it'll look weird wearing it inside a shopping mall. ;DD&lt;br /&gt;I only brought 10 bucks so I'm kind of broke as that is for lunch and I can't buy any nice stuff like NERD GLASSES. LOL. But I want to buy accessories so I'm only going to eat very little for lunch. Ahahahaha. ZOMG. My hair don't look right today. There's a bunch of Ah Bengs hanging around outside my house and they look so spastic. I bet they pon school cos  Guangyang Secondary is quite far from my home. And I'm talking about a BUNCH here, not one or two. So. . .&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I'm not going to hog Vanna's computer liao. A bit rude. And I just visited SAM PK's Friendster profile and his friends majority are GIRLS. Eew. His photo album also got Yu Qing's and Hannah's picture somemore. And it was a bit Unglam; no offence. Haha. Lucky I'm not there or I'll SUE. I shall engage my lawyer and bwahahaha. Menacing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-7178213197788716293?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/7178213197788716293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=7178213197788716293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/7178213197788716293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/7178213197788716293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/08/haha_31.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-1469825356092496381</id><published>2008-08-30T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T21:05:44.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SLoSmdpGVYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/VocVUtbfWTI/s1600-h/DSC03604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240521568400332162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SLoSmdpGVYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/VocVUtbfWTI/s320/DSC03604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Haha. THATS US. Guess where I am. Haha. ZOMG. I cut my hair yesterday; fringe and now I look like a total nerd. Sighh. All mom's desicion, and the hairdresser made me so depressed now. Sob sob. I don't want to look like her/him. HOW? *Cries* And somemore my mom's saying some really negative things about my results when she haven't even PEEP into my report book. Why is her brain wired so differently ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hehe. But something cheered me up and that is my notebook and PEN. I wrote a STORY and its only the intro, but I think its going to turn out great. Vanna asked me to write a love story before and TADA. Here it is. I was a inspired by Stephanie Meyer's Twilght Saga but its going to be different, though similar in some places. Haha. Don't worry, I will credit her, who is now my favourite author. ^^ She's better than HARRY POTTER, and that is so TOP. My cousin has New moon and Breaking Dawn (No eclipse) so I can borrow from her. Haha. She's such a bookworm. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hais. My eyes are going to be crossed soon if I didn't blink but yeah. I'm setting a record.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-1469825356092496381?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/1469825356092496381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=1469825356092496381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/1469825356092496381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/1469825356092496381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/08/haha_30.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SLoSmdpGVYI/AAAAAAAAAB4/VocVUtbfWTI/s72-c/DSC03604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-342203997201498988</id><published>2008-08-29T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T19:18:01.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Haha. Changed skin again. And I would like to thank Vanna for helping me sort it out. Anyways. . . HERE TO REVIVE BLOG. Its been dead for several days cos no one tag often as I never put new post. &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok. Not really. Was dam freaked out when I saw my marks this term actually cos my geography dropped a LOT cos of my previous term marks and I was super pissed off. History also la. Give me so low for test paper. Ditto for maths, but I don't really care about that spastic subject. I was surprised when mom remembered about my living existence of my random day. So. . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today was one of the most boring teachers day ever. Really. I slept halfway through and that Fre***** Stephanie pulled off my belt. I bet I'll get scolding from that tigeress again lar. So KPO for what. And lucky for you that I'm zombie-eyed so I can't box and give you a black eye. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Doubly sad AGAIN cos Vanna can't come my tuition and Lydia say she also might not be going. HUHHH. I'm destined to be alone in this crap slack tuition, but heck. Term ending already so I won't be seen. RAWR. And I can emo on my headphones. ;DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Reading twilight now and its super nice to read. Thanks Xinyi! ^^ I casually asked my mom whether can buy me the whole series and she said YES. That's the nicest word I heard from her lips starting of this year. Haha. Love you loads! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now I'm looking for some nice skins so scanning around blogskins.com and I found one nice one so yippee. I'm changing skin again. And maybe I shall change my music to Cascada's. Teehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-342203997201498988?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/342203997201498988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=342203997201498988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/342203997201498988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/342203997201498988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/08/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-557160421670344833</id><published>2008-08-22T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:13:59.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SK7UC-T7lvI/AAAAAAAAABw/5RHzJaVYdsw/s1600-h/1_605742946m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237356564229887730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SK7UC-T7lvI/AAAAAAAAABw/5RHzJaVYdsw/s320/1_605742946m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SK7T7XvmmxI/AAAAAAAAABo/gJXRTnd-M9U/s1600-h/1_251767457m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237356433617885970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SK7T7XvmmxI/AAAAAAAAABo/gJXRTnd-M9U/s320/1_251767457m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SK7StL4-O3I/AAAAAAAAABg/-u6eqIlhOSM/s1600-h/1_811225647m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237355090406161266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SK7StL4-O3I/AAAAAAAAABg/-u6eqIlhOSM/s320/1_811225647m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SK7RHVDBIaI/AAAAAAAAABY/UiI9HjrDGGc/s1600-h/1_804887285l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237353340517556642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SK7RHVDBIaI/AAAAAAAAABY/UiI9HjrDGGc/s320/1_804887285l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yay. My condition has improved already! Must be my nerves acting up luhs. WTH. Anw, haha. Since my mood has also improved I shall post some pictures! ^^ &lt;you&gt;&lt;you&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Just loafing around since nothing to do. Btw, that's germaine being spastic. Haha. I love that day! Jia wen was also so extra in the pictures. LOL. :3 Omg. Comp lagging like xiao. Sigh. Got to go to bed already anw. My mom gave me panadol to eat so I'm a bit sleepy. Night nights. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(Deleted last picture due to Germaine darling's wishes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;xxxThe curing naisxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-557160421670344833?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/557160421670344833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=557160421670344833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/557160421670344833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/557160421670344833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/08/yay_22.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SK7UC-T7lvI/AAAAAAAAABw/5RHzJaVYdsw/s72-c/1_605742946m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-8020402329328864253</id><published>2008-08-21T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T19:18:55.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WTH. Feeling damn pissed off with my freggin nose AGAIN. And ren xin also cos she obviously passed her sickness to me when she hugged me, even though I ask her not too. SHE SUCKS. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I think I'm going to be sick cos I feel like puking also in recess time after eating the blue bowl of Mee kia. And its D&amp;amp;T lesson after also too, so I bet after seeing *AHEM* it'll help me clear my bowels. But too bad it didn't happened cos I was too kind to keep my vomit under control. It won't be a pretty sight anyway. Especially if I see the digested Mee kia; I would really just keep puking at the toilet bowl and it would stink up the whole St.Nicks block. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Huhhh. &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I want to postponed Tuition but my mom and dad won't allow one lar. Now in school library with Vanna (AGAIN) so it kind of relaxes my digestive system. Bwahaha. Cos Vanna have nice strawberry FARTS. Walao. Mom wants me to go HOME now. And she also ask dad to call me to persuade me to rest. I want to go PLAYGROUND and I don't want everyone in the bus to see my red nose and eyes lar and Dad doesn't want to fetch me home around this time. SPASTICC. Later I sleep in the bus and then my mouth will be really big and snoring again and it's so yucks. That time I found myself opening my mouth like a lion. WTH. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anw, me and vanna bet with Jia wen today and we won! Plus when Dad bet with me at the olympics, altogether I collected $11! Haha. So happy. At least there's something to be happy about. Geog PPR will not be given till next term. Sigh. Its the only PPR result that I'm looking forward to and its given so LATE. Want to keep me in suspense is it?? And just found out that MR SAM is only 30-40 plus! OMG. Couldn't believe lar. He's already balding at such a young age. Tsk tsk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sighh. So tired. I want to cry. Vanna poked with with her pen and I got ink flowing into my veins. That's explains why my body so weak also. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;xxxTHE INVALID NAISxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-8020402329328864253?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/8020402329328864253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=8020402329328864253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/8020402329328864253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/8020402329328864253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post_21.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-2532275638027290670</id><published>2008-08-19T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T19:19:11.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm super bored, now in school library and wearing my hoodie and EMO-ing. xDD Thank you my horny xiao lao po VANNA for helping me buy potato chips. Anyway, DIADIA and JANIELLE is with me and they are looking at the P1 connexio and laughing at the pictures cos all P1's were CUTE at that time. Haha. But I look spastic. Btw. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Since I'm so wu liao; I shall post my blog song lyrics here. ;DD Hehe. You can sing along and at the same time you can also read my post and TAG. :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Because You Loved Me - Celine Dion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For all those times you stood by me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For all the truth that you made me see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For all the joy you brought to my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For all the wrong that you made right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For every dream you made come true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For all the love I found in you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll be forever thankful baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You're the one who held me up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Never let me fall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You're the one who saw me through through it all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;CHORUS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You were my strength when I was weak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You were my voice when I couldn't speak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You were my eyes when I couldn't see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You saw the best there was in me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lifted me up when I couldn't reach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You gave me faith 'coz you believed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm everything I am Because you loved me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(End of chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You gave me wings and made me fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You touched my hand I could touch the sky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I lost my faith, you gave it back to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You said no star was out of reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You stood by me and I stood tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I had your love I had it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm grateful for each day you gave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Maybe I don't know that much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But I know this much is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was blessed because I was loved by you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Repeat Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You were always there for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The tender wind that carried me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A light in the dark shining your love into my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You've been my inspiration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Through the lies you were the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My world is a better place because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Repeat Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-2532275638027290670?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/2532275638027290670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=2532275638027290670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/2532275638027290670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/2532275638027290670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-super-bored-now-in-school-library.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-3447225994233709255</id><published>2008-08-18T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T19:19:45.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ARGHH. Damn pissed off (Just now) Now xiao qi already lar but yeah. Not angry with Miss Chia though; I'm angry with ---------. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today Drama was also really HARDCORE la! We write out a super long poem, for what? To get good grades. Simple. We also act out using nice nice actions and you give us so low marks! HMPH. No wonder our last half of the class highest drama marks is only a C. CCCCCCCC. For drama. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wah. I didn't know teachers have such high expectations of us you know. Good to know but also bad to hear. Grr. Getting back English PPR on Wednesday. Hope I didn't fail! I don't want to go English remedial. Today give out Chem test I only got 10/20. Just pass ! ! ! Not happy. At all. Its a sucky grade. Sigh. Miss Yee ask me go Science remedial cos my physics also just pass. 10/20. :3 Cos I sqeezed Mr Gan dry of one mark. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In the library with Vanna now. Just posted some pictures below. AT LAST. Ren xin said my blog was boring cos no pictures so now I shall post if my handphone is still working with the computer. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-3447225994233709255?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3447225994233709255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=3447225994233709255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/3447225994233709255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/3447225994233709255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-4157178540946989936</id><published>2008-08-18T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T19:20:08.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SKkouzNOq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/u3vMlRPqvQY/s1600-h/hahaha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235760826279701362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SKkouzNOq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/u3vMlRPqvQY/s320/hahaha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SKkoHiRbGwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MaOsQYHPQII/s1600-h/DSC05113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235760151718992642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SKkoHiRbGwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MaOsQYHPQII/s320/DSC05113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SKkn_yHJ_7I/AAAAAAAAAAo/e7z7SDE8OZ8/s1600-h/DSC05038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235760018531942322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SKkn_yHJ_7I/AAAAAAAAAAo/e7z7SDE8OZ8/s320/DSC05038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HAHA. Credits goes to VANNA ONG, my dear xiao lao po. Haha. A bit late to post these pics but I'm just sooooo happy when I saw them everyday. ;DD (Except the magnum one, that was a random pic. TAKEN BY VANNA. People were looking at us when we took it at Dhoby Ghaut) Babasha looked so cute in the last phottoooo; She's my les partner! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, I love VANNA'S HORNY butt in the first pic cos it lets out HORNY FARTS. It smells like strawberry everyday cos I sit beside here. Bwahaha. ANW, ILY ALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-4157178540946989936?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/4157178540946989936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=4157178540946989936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/4157178540946989936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/4157178540946989936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/08/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kT5Oc_8IXiE/SKkouzNOq3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/u3vMlRPqvQY/s72-c/hahaha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-7740200627014565484</id><published>2008-08-17T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T19:20:21.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I shall DEDICATE this whole post TO MY DARLING XIAO LAO PO, VANNA ONG LI MEI as an extra Birthday gift. She is the very very heart of my life and I'm so happy that I have met her this year. Also along with all One grace 08' people though. I LOVE YOU ALL! ;DD Randomness banana, that is me. Anyway, Happy happy birthday, Banna, and I know all your wishes! Mwahaha. I can peep into your brain you spastic banana! (: I hope you like the present that me and Germaine gave it to you on Sat, which is the Precious moment pressie. Haha. Actually, we planned on giving you something else (I shall not say!) and yeaps. We were discussing that while we are strolling along AMK hub. Me and germs were whispering and luckily you never hear bas. And then when we go Orchard we bought the little monument just for you! Haha. Also can help ex-prisoners at the same time. Killing two birds with one stone. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Btw. I have come out this alphabatical thingy for you, my dear. Hope you like it, and take this as a memory from me to you. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Vanna Ong Li Mei is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;A - Adorable. Yesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;B - BIAN BIAN PANCAKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;C - Chio bu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;D - Decent? not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;E - Elegant? LOL. That's sounds wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;F - Freakingly Chio! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;G - Gabber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;H - Happy and Horny. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I - Idiotic but cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;J - Joker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;K - Kisses her dear AILIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;L - Loves her LAO GONG, ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;M - More hugs for you, Vanna ONG?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;N - Never ugly, she's always CHIO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;O - Optimistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;P - Pampers LOVER. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Q - Qool PANCAKE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;R - Random pancake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;S - Sexy VANNA and loves Sucking lollipops &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;T - Talkative larhs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;U - Under her LAO GONG's CARE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;V - Very very very HOTT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;W - With every warm hugs, ILY Vanna ong! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;X- xxx, ILY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Y - Yappy (See T!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Z - ZOMG. HAPPYBIRTHDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hearts hearts. You'll always be my xiao lao po, Vanna ong li mei! ILY and HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-7740200627014565484?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/7740200627014565484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=7740200627014565484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/7740200627014565484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/7740200627014565484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-shall-dedicate-this-whole-post-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-6942722296551836436</id><published>2008-08-16T06:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T19:20:32.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hehe. Feeling so HAPPILICIOUS. Today went out with Vanna and Germs to Orchard to collect their stuffs and buy Vanna's book and SHOPP. I bought Sunglasses thanks to germs for helping me pay first. ;DD Cheap and Kawaii like. But its not suitable to wear outdoors often bas. Its pink and white. I saw JAMES BOND sunglasses and I wanted to buy them but it'll look even more weird if I wore them out. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Saw Janielle with her mom also. Met her for like 5 times while we browse Far East plaza. ^^ She wear until so chio larhhs. Vanna and germaine also. GERMAINE WORE SLEEVELESS and Vanna wear casual but she looks so sweett. I wore normal outing clothes and I look like a PLAIN JANE. (See below post!) Yay. Took a lot of pictures with my darlings today and had a lot of blisters on my feet cos we walk so muchh. Went to Marks and Spencer after we bought Vanna's book. Eep. All the food made my mouth drool. Germs bought me a packet of chips. ^^ Vanna bought the same packet of chips as me and she also bought a milk choco lollipop with Germaine. OMG. So nice lar. Love love. Its my favourite snack from now on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We also help ex-prisoners by buying their stuff. I contribute half and we gave the precious moment statue to Vanna as a bday present. Hope she like it. ;D I would, though. Huh. Didn't bring much money so now I owe a lot of people. Arghh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sigh. I wanted to post a long post today but now very tired and mind is blank. I'll tyr posting tomorrow if I have any nice events happening. Oh yeah. Went to Catholic High and saw Spastic kirstie and Diadia celebrating their campfire today. (: I like the nightfire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;xxxnaisxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-6942722296551836436?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/6942722296551836436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=6942722296551836436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/6942722296551836436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/6942722296551836436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/08/hehe_16.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-5791713019137110620</id><published>2008-08-15T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T19:20:52.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hehe. Feeling a bit high today. Well. I'm always feeling high but now I got a bit of flu so I'm pissed off with my freggin nose and I got pissed with Ann for getting FULL MARKS for D &amp;amp; T. I only got 20/35. Sad right. T.T But well. Thats life. I hope I didn't get like C5 for that horrendous subject. (Might have spelt 'horrendous' wrongly; feel free to check the dictionary) But Rawrs. I improved on my geography test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. ;DD Yippee dodee heys. Anyway, I added more linkies to the SIDE bar. Hoping to fill out at least half a page with links so if you have a blog and happened to come across this SPASTIC nice blog of mine, tag and I link for free. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Watching Olympics table tennis now and just ended maths tuition. A BIT of torture but the tutor is nice. At least she's not as boring as my previous tutor who made me sleep right on the tuition book when he was blabbing away. So, haha. Minmin invited me to go ice-skating with Germaine tomorrow but pity about my skating skills. I can't even balance on wheels lar. (Except bicycles) So how? And diadia very evil. I'm spastically angry with her. Never tell me when there's someone on the other line and silently listening to our convo. I was a little bit suspicious but yeahh. I can read Lydia like a book cos she's my laopo. ;3 And so when I confirm my suspicions, I immediately put down the phone. HMPHH. Zomg. Anws, today when library with Vanna and Ann after school; Me and ann need to come out designs for the Art board but I slacked and she despair cos she's so hardcore luhhs. I was looking at Vanna, who was talking to her darling on MSN and was busily tagging and linking and goodness what else. Vanna commented on Ann marie's (Germaine love rival!) friendster and she wrote some evil words but even though I don't know AMK I was quite irritated when I saw her pics. NO OFFENCE meant though. I mean, she's just a stranger to me so. . I didn't really bother about her. But since she's so competitive with our sweetie Germaine I guess I have to care a little though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Haha. I did a design for Art club board but I don't think the design was nice in my opinion. Too plain bas. But that's what I am; PLAIN JANE. ^^ Stupid Vanna! So chio for what! And stupid Lydia! And all the people in 1GRACE also luhhs! Sighh. My stupid computer can't upload pics in my phone so I can't upload in my friendster so I took the pics from Vanna. SORRY XIAO LAO PO. D: But I shall credit you here in my blogg. THANK YOU BANNA BONG BI BEI. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Btw, I set up a free counter on the left hand side and its in my media box cos I think it look cool in there with the thingy bouncing below. So far only about 15 visited my blog today. T.T Ok. I think I visited about 5 times luhhs. So its 10. So help. PEOPLE, COME AND TAG. And read posts cos now I'm posting extra long ones and I'll try posting LONG ONES tomorrow cos I think I'll have a long long long day ahead. Maybe going Orchard with Vanna to buy her soft cover book, BREAKING DAWN if I can't go skating or don't have the mood to go or no transport. See, I'm so supportive to her; rushing with her to Orchard 3 times because of her DARLING book. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Eep. Gtg. I want to go and see REN XIN's BLOG now. And tag. REMEMBER THE COUNTER AND TAGBOARD PEOPLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-5791713019137110620?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/5791713019137110620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=5791713019137110620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/5791713019137110620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/5791713019137110620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/08/hehe_15.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-4927875198280825230</id><published>2008-08-10T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T19:21:05.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yay. Going cycling with Diadia and Vanna tomorrow. Mum's paying for rental. HAHA. Omg. Yesterday I dreamt of WANG-ZI riding in my CAR. LOLLOL. I shall elaborate that dream cos I think its funny. Hehe. And maybe it tells something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway. . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Yeah. Wang-Zi wears sunglasses and slides into my car. Then suddenly, car turns into a LIMO. And the chairs turned into HOT PLUSH and LEATHER. But then, Wang-zi looked so Beng. Couldn't be bas. Anyway, in my mind I was like thinking, MWAHAHA. Vanna is going to be jealous. And so is Germaine and Ren xin. So then I was shouting VANNA ONG wants your LOLLY and. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Can't remember already. I think I knocked my head. Eep. It was weird dreaming that. I'm not even a fan of Bangbangtang and I already have a darlinggg. ;D Arghh. Today got a lot of scoldings from Mr Fan. Wthh. . I risk my skin for dancing the correct steps and I still got so many funny business from your mouth. Ok. My bad. I was half-dead today? Or I was feeling so blue cos Juliani wasn't here? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sheesh. Fine lar. I'm going to persuade Daddy-o to take me to drawing classes instead and not waste my precious skin. ;o But I'll miss you all, my fluffy sheepps. ^^ HAHA. omg. Computer lagging. So I shall keep my postage short. So. . going to eat dinner already. Won't you believe it. Byes my little darlings. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-4927875198280825230?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/4927875198280825230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=4927875198280825230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/4927875198280825230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/4927875198280825230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/08/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-3995262715304826638</id><published>2008-08-08T00:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T19:21:16.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I SHALL REVIVE THIS BLOG. Got so many things happened and have to write down. Too bad I can't go online most weekdays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Grr. Today go school. Wake up early. Rush to the field. Stand in hot sun. Someone got heat stroke. All for what? For this activity larhhs. Connect Singapore. I hope that they will change it to BROKEN singapore cos it was a total failure. Espiescally they radio stations. Counting down to ten. . to say the FIRST sentence of the pledge and then they started playing some RANDOM song with no connection to National Day. Spastic. Minister also didn't even come. Hehe. But we waved to every random passerby and at least they were friendly. Most. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Took some pictures with Lydia, Babasha, Kirstie and Kim.T. I'm not going to post any pics on my blog though. Phone battery went dead when walking home so have no chance to call to cook lunch for me so I have to go out and buy cheese fries with the help of my lovely cousins. ;D Yay! Olympics starting today, officially at 8/8/08! NDP celebrations starting tomorrow also. Omg. Sianning around at home. I want to go out but at least got my trusty computer. I hope can go out tomorrow so am going to conference today and make any excuse to get out of my ah gong's house. There no computer, no piano and can only watch news cable if he ons the television. And I'm used to go out on Saturday with my darlinnggs. Hope mom would make allowance anyways. Bet she want to go with me Orchard but no mood to go. All shopping and no chocs for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oops. Forgot to post this. I GOT FRIENDSTERR. Sorry, so long have liao but not much knows about its existance. Haha. ILY all. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;xxxnaisxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-3995262715304826638?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3995262715304826638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=3995262715304826638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/3995262715304826638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/3995262715304826638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-shall-revive-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-465365310614113024</id><published>2008-08-02T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T03:42:36.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hehe. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Went out with Ren xin, diadia and vanna yesterday. Watch MONEY NO ENOUGH 2 with Diadia, Z.Z and Vanna only though. Me and Vanna sit couple seat and I emo-ed halfway throughout the movie. I think majourity cried bas, its touching and it made me thought of my grandpa and it made me so regrettable thinking about it that I wasn't on his deathbed on the day he passed away. SOB. T.T I even pour my eyes out in Mos Burger. Hope no one was noticing cos it was a silent cry. Sneaked Vanna's chilli sausage and bought fries using Ren xin's money. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, I have no money to shop so was mooching around. I want to buy Sunglasses. ;( But Diadia's mom bought me and Ren xin currypuffs. Vanna lar, want to leave so early. Smack her horny butt with an umbrella. Haha. Z.Z also left early and Dia was so heartbroken. Woahhs. Ta men zhen de hen pei lehhs! Heart heart. ;D I shall give them mah blessings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ARG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;HH. I want to strangle Z.Z. I do not pei with LL. He's for VANNA. :D Soo. Watch the space and drama on monday. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-465365310614113024?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/465365310614113024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=465365310614113024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/465365310614113024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/465365310614113024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/08/hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-8661535757298587848</id><published>2008-07-26T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T19:21:36.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Feeling very pissed now. VERY. I don't care whether my nose is runny of wetting my pillow. Sigh. If you're PMSing, then tell me at least bas. Why go and take it out on me as if I have done something really bad? Sheesh. ARGHH. Darn it. Pissed off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Now going off to emo on my computer. And there's nothing you can ever do to stop me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-8661535757298587848?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/8661535757298587848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=8661535757298587848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/8661535757298587848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/8661535757298587848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/07/feeling-very-pissed-now.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-5734410654331062543</id><published>2008-07-23T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T19:21:48.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Haha. Feeling evil today. Today our class perform the malay dance. Wah. So cool larhs, they dance until so sweet (: But then those judges are clearly a little LAO HUA YAN. They didn't even give us third placing. Hmph. Jia wen was playing with her Blankie, only that she pronounced it as her PANTIE so it was funnily spastic. Flower pattern somemore. They say its dear Hannah's. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyway, I scared I fail lit test. Eep. I did the whole thing in one paragraph and I wrote kind of short. But then the spastical preview of the passage base wrote in one whole paragraph too mah, so I follow. How was I to know that I was wrong when the printer got problem? idiot. I feel pissed writing this. If I fail, I would just go ahead and die. I failed my maths test! EEP EEP EEP. And history assignment. Oh well. Sometimes, good marks aren't fated to meet me. But I guess I have to work extra hard bas. For common test. Geog tomorrow, so wishh me luckk. D: POO. Next week got 3 TEST. Wth right, stress until like that! I think I prefer exams la! SPASTIC. The principal announce: 'NO EXAMS FOR SEC ONE" everyone thought WOW. SO lucky. But its so WRONG can. 2-3 Test a week. KNS. ): I got white hair now. I become a old woman. maybe I go beijing 101 and get my hair done. Haha. Joke. But everyone knows that someone in this school needs that hair treatment. (: And I shall censor the name. (See Ren xin/mingwei/vanna blog for more details) Bwahaha. Evil evil evil me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Yesterday also play the game TRUTH, DARE KISS AND PROMISE over the phone. yea, its a bit random but nothing to do and it turn out great in the end, cos whoever who didn't do the option they choose, they have trillion million years of bad luck or kiss a dustbin. D: Lydia promised to do something (Which I cannot tell over here!) And vanna chose to tell the truth to something also. (Can"t say or I'm dead meat. :o) Whew. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Geog test tomorrow. Have to study really hard. I want to pass my geog test. Really. And I'm going to prove that my brain is a map. (: Kayys, Byes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-5734410654331062543?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/5734410654331062543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=5734410654331062543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/5734410654331062543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/5734410654331062543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/07/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-4979828389970718654</id><published>2008-07-19T06:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T19:22:06.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oops. Went library with Lydia lao po, Germaine sweetie and lydia's friend today. (Z.Z) Fun larhhs, but got scolded by the librarian AGAIN cos we were talking to loud and Lydia dearr brought her coke into the malay section and I drank most of it. Haha. And we surf through the shelves and described Germaine's and Lydia's perfect HUSBANDS in the future and now. (: Really funny and we laugh and got scolded AGAIN. Stoopid Lydia go and show/send my spastic videos to Z.Z! Like, OMG! I feel like killing her for doing that action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Omg. Nothing else to write. My mind is in a blank! Nvm, I shall post tomorrow. For then. . FAREWELL my little spastic munchkins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-4979828389970718654?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/4979828389970718654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=4979828389970718654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/4979828389970718654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/4979828389970718654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/07/oops.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-5733214421008132928</id><published>2008-07-18T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T02:43:57.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bwa ha ha. Not going JB anymore; Mom got sick. Maybe its tempting fate. God loves me! He wants me to bond with my computer after so long of not touching the keyboards. Hais. Anyway, going to the library with LYDIA LAO PO, Maybe Vanna and Germaine DI SAN ZHE. My darlinggs. Hang out together and study and SHOP for emergency items such as CHOCOLATES. Yumm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Poo. Today do the NC dance and we were all super high. Nat was doing this eeky but funny actions with Meeeeee. And Rachel/kolopok keep hitting me larhhs, PAIN PAIN. Owch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"Ang Zi Yi" was dancing really spastic but she dance nice. Note the open inverted commas. Then we started singing what put the cork in it &lt;the&gt;and the primary kids keep looking at us with this weird expressions. Maybe it was too chim and they didn't understand. Bwa haha. Stoopid Vanna and Ren Xin bon the dance halfway lorhs. Idiots. And I have to cover up for them to ask Laura to tick their attendance. And made up stories that Vanna went to the toilet and got stuck and just asked Mr Sam to go and rescue her. Haha. You both owe me a treat ok?! Vanna still owe me a pillow. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Yay, got our class tee and got NAISUANN on it. Cools. But I don't think livia and the rest would be too happy. Darn it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Gosh, have to go sleep liao. Almost midnight. I'm becoming Cinderella and waiting to be turned into a pumpkin. *Yawn* Good nights my little wee munchkins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-5733214421008132928?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/5733214421008132928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=5733214421008132928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/5733214421008132928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/5733214421008132928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/07/bwa-ha-ha.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-2227730792420631075</id><published>2008-07-16T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T02:45:56.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Whee. Just went to Singapore River today. T.T.T &lt;tip.top.tastic&gt;( I learnt it from Cathy ) Tee hees. We interviewed or rather SURVEYED people and 95% are people from the western county. The first person/tourist we approached was - - - - - and she was born in Ireland. o.o Lucky girl I say. I'm not very happy with my life. Not happy enough at all. Singapore too small. But I love the Subway cookies. Yum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyway, today was rather spastic. Me and Vanna re-versioned the 'Whole world in his hands' song during music. (See her blog for lyrics) And I sang it out when we strummed the guitar. But pants and hands rhymes marhhs, so can't really hear and the teachers are a little deaf so they didn't bother. :l Mr Jega also let us play with this fun word game and I almost got all wrong. :o But thanks to my darling friends that I got some questions correct. Hehe. Fab too, cos Mrs Tan let us out 10 min earlier and we could all rush to Singapore River early. Audrey ordered 2 turkish ice-cream and they are $3 each! Small cone too. Tsk. Not worth it, too chewy for me, but fun to watch the ice-cream vendor hitting the bell with the ice-cream for dunno what reason. Cos he's turkish? LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Amanda lost $5 on the floor today. Reckon the river is going to be rich. Or some lucky guy. Wish it was me who found any dosh on the floor. I'm a bit tight for cash cos some IDIOT stole $2 from me. And I spend $20 on class tee. Broke. B-R-O-K-E. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ok. Mom calling me to go to sleep. Darn it. Byebyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-2227730792420631075?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/2227730792420631075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=2227730792420631075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/2227730792420631075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/2227730792420631075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/07/whee.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-1320195124001405133</id><published>2008-07-15T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T02:49:25.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okkkkk. I shall DECLARE THAT WHATEVER VANNA SAYS IS SPASTIC ON HER BLOG. Ok. Nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(This is the shortest post I've ever posted) RAWR. I ROCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-1320195124001405133?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/1320195124001405133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=1320195124001405133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/1320195124001405133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/1320195124001405133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/07/okkkkk.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-385423489999716141</id><published>2008-07-15T00:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T02:51:24.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WTH. What happened to my CBOX? Eep. People can't tag anymore. Supid bloq skin. But so nice. I changed my blog skin 15 times already in 3 months, bwa ha ha. I challenged Vanna to beat my record but I bet she can't, she's so spastic. tee hee. Anyway, in the school library now with Lydia and Vanna, too bad Lydia left early to message her beloved. (Guess who worhs) Acky time larhs, the librarian caught me bringing food into the library and it was embarrassing. x.x And then she shouted at lydia because Lydia screamed that she was the horniest person in the world. Haha. Joke. But true. Vanna is the 'Innocent' one cos she put on this super spastic random look to gain pity but she's so CUTTE and CHIO. She's my xiao lao po! ^^ Lydia da lao po doesn't mind, zhen wei da. (: They my two darlinggs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vanna loves her boyfriend so muchh that she wanted to play Maple and create a new account using my NRIC number. Bleahh. But I kind let her bas. Whoopes, this weekend going JB shopppinnnggg. And I shall bribe Vanna and Lydia and the whole wide world with SECRET RECIPE CAKE! Omg. Mouth watering like xiao. Mum always buy one whole cheese cake. But oh nos, I'll grow fat despite my current jian-feiying session. Hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Arghh. Hope Mr Gan add marks to my physics test paper. Eep. So pai seh today lar. Give him a peace sign. Like, SPASTIC. But barney is spastic and he's my role model so I have to follow his footsteps marhhs! Kk, byebyes. I need to go and smack Vanna's horny butt and go home liao. MUACKS and I love BARNEY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-385423489999716141?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/385423489999716141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=385423489999716141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/385423489999716141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/385423489999716141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/07/wth.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-5973603470600888605</id><published>2008-07-13T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T02:58:51.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Whew. Lucky no scoldings from Mr Fan today at ballet lessons. But I find it, like weird. He normally scold me for my wacky arm for not showing the elbow. Uh huh. And today he commented on my point. Finally he took notice. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ARGHH. Tomorrow Maths review test. And I didn't study. But I'm sure I would fail anyway. My maths is one of my weakness. But there's one thing that I'm good about in maths, and that is eating the maths paper up. It sucks. Awwwwwww. I got like E8 for last term! St.Nicks maths are so tempting to chew but too bad. My mom would chase me out of the house if I ever do that spastic action. Anyways, going to library tomorrow with LYDIA and VANNA. Poo. My mum say that she would do a spot check once in a while. Like duh. Who would believe her? Her office is at like uh. Kallang bubing road? Haha. I can't hear what she is saying but I'm sure its at Jurong. Or something far away. nananenanah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Boooooo. I love my new ballet costume. But it shows the red spots on my back from scratching too hard. Oh wells. I LOVE BARNEY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-5973603470600888605?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/5973603470600888605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=5973603470600888605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/5973603470600888605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/5973603470600888605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/07/whew.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-156579916661208339</id><published>2008-07-12T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T02:59:08.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I declare that this board is NOT dead. Haha. Anyway. yarr. Ren xin so CHIO BU that she loves ZHONG ZHEN! Waahaaahaaa. Ren xin. Don't think I'm not looking. I am. And you watch out or my mom shall smack your HORNY butt with her umbrella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Eeep. I'm depressed. Mom started talking to me about Ern may's party and the bonding about 6P07 and leaving me dejected. Not that I don't like 6P07 anymore. . I DO but I feel uneasy hearing about that issue as we just splitted up, Yan, Liv, Hei and I. Its just so depressing. But at least there is a remedy: CHOCOLATE. Munch munch munch. BURP. By the way, Ren xin just posted -AHEM- bald head on her post. Yux. I think it spreaded thru out the whole secondary one cohort. Eek. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I can't wait for. . . um. Anything good. I just have my ballet costume and its BACKLESS. Wth. But at least its better than the old costume. It made me look like a ninny. Lucky I lost 10 grams for not eating for an hour. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Vanna. You owe me a pillow!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-156579916661208339?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/156579916661208339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=156579916661208339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/156579916661208339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/156579916661208339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-declare-that-this-board-is-not-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-4140551265675447631</id><published>2008-07-10T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T02:59:22.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Yay. Can finally post in the school comp after I said Kim Tan was hornilicious. Who say computers doesn't feel horny sometimes? (: Anyway, Lydia so chio. I put her as my wallpaper. But my handphone loves Xinyi. She's my EN REN; giving out her radiation power and helping my phone to work again. Whoopes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Eeps. I going singapore river today but I bet its dam boring. All Audrey and Amanda's fault la; drag me there. XD They so spastic. ;p Anyways. Ern may invited me to her BDAY party but I don't feel like going cos of Liv and the rest. Awkward you know? But I dunno how to explain to Ern may, I owe her too much anyway. She so kind go and treat me to ALUMNAE dinner. Sooo poshy but she's a rich TAITAI marhs. I buying her a pressie along with Yan but I don't know what to buy. But I bet mum would give me money to buy, cos she like Ern may. Haha. YAWN. Mr Sam and Mr Tay is like rambling to the wall. No one is like paying attention. Sleep. ZZZ. Vanna, you owe me a pillow. zZz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-4140551265675447631?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/4140551265675447631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=4140551265675447631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/4140551265675447631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/4140551265675447631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/07/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-911345489934259053</id><published>2008-07-02T01:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T02:59:51.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PERMANANT SKINN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes! I found my permanant skin after changing my skin 10 times (NO JOKE). ;p I just found out that LYDIA and VANNA could be so HORRNNY. They so chio, they look like my christmas treeeee. I have a sudden passion for banana pancakes and sotong now. Why arh? Anw, Vanna really emo; she go choose this boyboy I love you skin carrying an umbrelllllaaa. FLOWER pattern. LOL. Anw, I'll be linking her. SO if she don't tag, she'll be BIANBIAN pancake. :3 MRS TAN has nose tweakers. Eeps! BTW. I LOVE BARNEY THE PURPLE DINOSAUR. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-911345489934259053?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/911345489934259053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=911345489934259053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/911345489934259053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/911345489934259053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/07/permanant-skinn.html' title='PERMANANT SKINN'/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-6928930062273833126</id><published>2008-07-02T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T03:00:40.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM POSTAGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok. Since I hardly post now, I shall revive my blog again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;THIS IS RANDOOMMMM POSTAGEE LIKE MEEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;MEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEME! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Btw, Vanna. Remember to tag. YOU ARE SO HORNNY! ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-6928930062273833126?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/6928930062273833126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=6928930062273833126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/6928930062273833126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/6928930062273833126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/07/random-postage.html' title='RANDOM POSTAGE'/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-6872404426535102557</id><published>2008-05-18T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T03:01:22.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changed Bloqq skinn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What do you think? Its cute huh. I fell in love with it, maybe I'll keep it for a while. Only it has this awful sound of Harry Potter's tune and its kind of eerie and it gives me the creeps . I'm not really a avid HP fan. :l Anw, I lost my tagboard by accident *ARGHH* so I'm going to make another soon. How about commenting instead of tagging? Hehe. *Hint* *Hint* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-6872404426535102557?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/6872404426535102557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=6872404426535102557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/6872404426535102557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/6872404426535102557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/05/changed-bloqq-skinn.html' title='Changed Bloqq skinn'/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-8569094044115274530</id><published>2008-05-11T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T03:01:43.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGHH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Word for today: ARGHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ARGHHH. I'm feeling so mad. Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SOMEONE STOLE MY HANDPHONE. WTH. Why steal mine? MY PRECIOUS, MY LIFE, HANDPHONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My data, info! EVERYTHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Arghhh. *Kicks chair. Pissed off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-8569094044115274530?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/8569094044115274530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=8569094044115274530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/8569094044115274530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1902245790323989723/posts/default/8569094044115274530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/2008/05/arghh.html' title='ARGHH'/><author><name>naisuann;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12290548603726930557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1902245790323989723.post-6744925825537670200</id><published>2008-05-06T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T03:03:25.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad sad dayy. x(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Arghh! Today is like one of the worst day I had in Sec school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok; maybe not the worst, but one of the worst. Eee, NAPFA test starts today *Head plonks on ground* I'm like getting dead, even music can't perk me up, only my comp. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anw, I almost died the same way when I saw *ahem* pictures. Really, no joke. Heidi might have pass without using any energy, same applied to Yan and Liv, but yeah, I'm seriously unfit. At least I beat Jia wen by 1 point; hahahahahahaha. So she can't brag anymore to her mom. xD Always trying to upstage me when cannot. Dummbbo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anw, eating pear now, eek, I hate pears sometimes but I can't help it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dad went to NANJING last Sunday. Coming back on Friday. Better hint for him to buy sneakers, I like them, wore them till have holes in my last one. Sneakers are cool. Mom went with me to Bata to buy sneakers but their weren't any of my size. Oh well.. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;LOLL. I'm talking crap. I'm always is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now I'm going; byebye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;xxxnaisxxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1902245790323989723-6744925825537670200?l=talesof-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesof-love.blogspot.com/feeds/6744925825537670200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1902245790323989723&amp;postID=6744925825537670200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit'
