<?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-5122539351932251230</id><updated>2011-07-08T16:02:02.564+08:00</updated><category term='flattered.'/><category term='birthday.credits'/><category term='ABSURD. RIDDICULOUS. SAVAGE. JEALOUSY'/><category term='Contented.'/><category term='Blue Man. Abusive teachers.'/><title type='text'>♥ LIVE, LOVE, DREAM ♥</title><subtitle type='html'>Sing.
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Crazzay! ;)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>192</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-6527764774855476080</id><published>2010-05-23T16:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T17:06:39.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;goodbye, blogger. hello, tumbler!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i have been updating my tumbler VERY frequently. so, if you guys have a tumblr account, do not hesitate to &lt;strong&gt;follow&lt;/strong&gt; me! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://calla-lilies.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://calla-lilies.tumblr.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i do have twitter as well. &lt;strong&gt;FOLLOW&lt;/strong&gt; me! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/NissySantiago"&gt;http&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;://twitter.com/NissySantiago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE. So, I'll catch you guys on tumbler and twitter! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;DENIJAH :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-6527764774855476080?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/6527764774855476080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=6527764774855476080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/6527764774855476080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/6527764774855476080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2010/05/goodbye-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-531899312161754487</id><published>2010-04-07T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T21:55:41.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know how teenagers-- especially girls-- go through puberty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some girls would think that everyone, and I mean literally, everyone, are against them. Its worse than PMS, but better than menopause. That is why parents-- especially mothers-- plays a vital part in talking to their daughters to teach them what is right from wrong. Most importantly, how to accept other people's comments about them, and improving instead of getting upset over it. Also, they should teach their kids about BGRs and stuffs like that. And it goes on from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets frustrating when you have to have a SUPER long patience with those teens going through their puberty. Scientifically speaking, the main reason why they get so temperimental is because, their hormones are uncontrolable at such age. Its true, actually. They'd be so sensitive and become negative over stuffs that they aren't supposed to be bothered about, in the first place. Tap them a lil bit on their shoulder, and they'll put your hand away and scold you at the same time, when you only needa borrow an eraser from them. But of course, it is needed to have an understanding because without that, you'd probably be apart from your friends, and not a part. What more when we talk family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a lil sharing about this. HEH! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BDAY DAD! :) We've said this so many times, and we won't get sick of saying how MUCH we all LOVE you! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're very blessed, indeed, that we have a father like you. Nothing beats you, dude-- TOTALLY! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-531899312161754487?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/531899312161754487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=531899312161754487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/531899312161754487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/531899312161754487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-know-how-teenagers-especially-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-1229440108077569898</id><published>2010-03-26T19:55:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T20:56:23.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Right. So today, my day started off with Math, and let me tell you, it was really irritating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My teacher, Mr. Choy, started a lesson with a short quiz about mensuration. And let me tell you this, I was VERY close to getting the answer. I practically applied every single equation I could remember from, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;AREA OF TRIANGLE = 1/2(b)(h)&lt;br /&gt;= 1/2(a)(b)(sinC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Area of segment = x/360 x 3.142 x r^2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you basically just need to take the first equation I put up for area of triangle, and minus down to the area of segment to get the final answer. Believe it or not, I had a total of 4 equations written on my paper! At the end of it though, I still didn't manage to get the answer. Because by the time I was almost done, it was already time's up! So you could imagine the disappointment I had during math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we had PE. We played this game where we had two little streched net with a frame surrounding it, one for each side of the court. And we had to use this small little ball that looked like a small version of a soccer ball colored blue and yellow. It was a lil boring cause everyone wasn't INTO the game. So I decided I'd go for a short water break myself. On my way back to the field from the water cooler, Remah told me that they were playing soccer instead of that game using the small lil ball. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let me tell you this, I'm a real sports dumb. I tried kicking the ball, but it would be too weak that the goal keeper, apparently, would end up catching it. So you probably get the picture why I ain't that sports inclined and hates exercising. I'm thankful enough, though, that I don't get fat despite eating heavy meals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, I thought I'd be able to go out with Daphne and Remah today, but ended up that we had this career seminar that we had to attend to. So plan, CANCELLED. BOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tonight at dinner, I shared with my dad that our school had this career seminar and that this guy from the Head Quarters of ITE came by explaining and elaborating more about the courses available in ITE. I told him that none of the courses they had interests me. I want to take up Mass Communication course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You see, I woke up one morning realizing that singing/performing is what I do best. I mean, despite being a dork in class, at least I've got something to show to the people publicly. The only problem I have is lack of self-esteem/confidence. And I have NO, and I mean NO fashion sense AT ALL! Well, even if I'm a little stupid, in terms of action, and a little "humorous" to my friends (by acting stupid), at least, I could give a smile on their faces. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So back to my course point. Unfortunately, only Polytechnic offers such course. But, one afternoon, after work, I was on the train back home and saw this ad in the carriege. There's this school called "NAFA" which means Nanyang Academy school of Fine Arts, and I saw a couple of courses available in that school. There's music, dance, graphic designing, theater, fashion designing, arts and crafts. I told my dad about that particular institution, and he's on the verge of deciding whether he'll send me there or not. Since ITE doesn't make my hopes up for what I want to do in the future. Well, the only thing that's holding him back is, like what most parents would worry about, money. Its pretty obvious that money's almost everything in the world now. You pay for almost everything. So I guess I'll have to wait 'till next year to find out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-1229440108077569898?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/1229440108077569898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=1229440108077569898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/1229440108077569898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/1229440108077569898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2010/03/right.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-2873575981218568726</id><published>2010-03-19T12:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T12:03:14.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So here I am in my lil computer corner, blogging. Wow, I suddenly have the mood to blog. After so many months of not blogging, it feels old. Yeah, old. Just like the old days. You know, when you're in your early secondary life, whatever other people do, you'd tend to copy some of their hobbies like blogging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch Alice in Wonderland! :( BOO! Most of my friends have watched it. I haven't. Haiys. I'm always financially broke. Thanks, Mr. Recession! Boo, you! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-2873575981218568726?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/2873575981218568726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=2873575981218568726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/2873575981218568726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/2873575981218568726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-here-i-am-in-my-lil-computer-corner.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-8148161509910306066</id><published>2010-03-08T21:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T21:55:21.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/S5UBKHHW7PI/AAAAAAAAAQw/acv0kPQ6EhM/s1600-h/DSC_1305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446260597594713330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/S5UBKHHW7PI/AAAAAAAAAQw/acv0kPQ6EhM/s320/DSC_1305.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't get me wrong. That's not my camera. Its my classmate's. :) Although I'd love to have one. But not Nikon. HEH! I love Canon! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I know that I haven't updated my blog for many YEARS (exaggerating). Btw, I will be performing with a group of people this coming Saturday (13 March). Hope most alumni would come and watch. I mean, not just the performance, but the whole carnival. I'm looking forward to it. I'm predicting it'd be fun! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-8148161509910306066?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/8148161509910306066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=8148161509910306066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/8148161509910306066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/8148161509910306066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2010/03/dont-get-me-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/S5UBKHHW7PI/AAAAAAAAAQw/acv0kPQ6EhM/s72-c/DSC_1305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-1927265836281962836</id><published>2009-12-18T20:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T21:05:25.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think many people tend to stick with the saying "Once the damage is done, there's no remedy." In my own opinion, its really up to the people. Depending on how you see things. Let's put it in a more material words. When a machine is damaged, sometimes, those who have the knowledge to fix it, could fix it.  I'm not saying that those who can't, are stupid. Its more like, they just gotta find a way to fix it. In human words, if you wanna fix a problem with someone else, the best way to solve the root of the problem is by talking sincerely. However, you can't judge the other party. Sometimes, it is mainly  because we were all born to judge the others, which is wrong in a sense of not understanding the situation first, before saying things out. So the best way to avoid it, is by being neutral to the situation. Sometimes, if you can't take it, say it in a polite way. Don't drag other people into the problem. If they give a hand, be open, but not too open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This comes down to the sayings: "Think before you act", because "Action speaks louder than words".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a friendly neighborhood advice. Without the intention of wanting you to keep it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios, amigo! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-1927265836281962836?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/1927265836281962836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=1927265836281962836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/1927265836281962836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/1927265836281962836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-think-many-people-tend-to-stick-with.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-7824656718739299348</id><published>2009-12-07T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:18:03.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you know the feeling of having a goal in your head? Leaving your high school life knowing what to do in the future? Or rather, in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your &lt;/span&gt;future. Gosh. I've been practically going around trying to find out what should I do in the future. My mom told me I'm too distracted because I like doing many things. Art, performing, cooking/baking, music. Its like making my head burst in no time. No, I'm not saying I'm dying. Too exaggerated. More like, my head's going to burst soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling emo right now. My hand hurts. I've got blue-black on my right hand. The joint that connects the hand to the wrist(you know, the tiny little bone you could feel and like popping out from your skin).  I 'punched' the door by banging it many times. That's all I could share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn. I think I know why I'm feeling emo now. PMS. LOL. Yeah. Whenever I get it, I tend to keep quiet more. Its better than to explode many times in one day, right? HEEHEE. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, now I'm smiling lol?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-7824656718739299348?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/7824656718739299348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=7824656718739299348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/7824656718739299348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/7824656718739299348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2009/12/do-you-know-feeling-of-having-goal-in.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-355353930042565584</id><published>2009-11-29T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T23:10:26.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, I know I haven't blogged for, heaven knows how long, and I've got no other options in front of my computer but to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as everybody knows, I've been working at Plaza Singapura, Burger King, for quite some time now, and I wanna quit. Not because I loathe our store manager, or not because I'm feeling too tired to even work. The reason is because I may have another job at Resort's World. Retail. So another heck of a tiring job, another group of colleagues, different kind of line in work, perhaps different kinds of customers? I'm not really sure. All I know now is I will quit at BK and will be shifting to Resort's World. Its 6 bucks an hour, who wouldn't want it?! Considering that I'd have to work for 16 hours a week (or at least that was what the person who spoke to me over the phone told me), I doubt it includes the overtime pay. HA. In BK, they pay their crews over time by x1.5. So its not exactly that much. Well, my parents are kinda making me experience how money in our hands come and go. Today, I've got money, the following day, I'm OFFICIALLY, financially BROKE. I have to pay for my own hp bill. I don't even have the new plan. You know, unlimited sms, free calls, and everything goes... The only time I get to enjoy my pay is when I get to eat things I crave for without hearing anything from my parents. Okay, don't get me wrong cause I'm not complaining. Its more of like explaining why I wanna quit at BK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I've watched the premiere of New Moon in theaters! I was glad my friends invited me to watch that premiere with them. It was last 25 November. The movie was awesome! Twilight was a waste of money(no offense). But New Moon, trust me, isn't. Taylor Lautner(Jacob) is really hot. Okay, I don't really talk about how hot guys looked, but he really is hot. Also, we have the same age(he's still older by 10 months. HAHA! :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note, my family and friends are practically bugging me on the way I present myself. I don't why. Maybe my fashion sense isn't really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;good at all? I won't argue on that part. I myself agree with it. But on the other note, I don't see anything wrong with being too simple in dressing. Does it matter so much anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-355353930042565584?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/355353930042565584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=355353930042565584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/355353930042565584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/355353930042565584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2009/11/okay-i-know-i-havent-blogged-for-heaven.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-2639961273727315435</id><published>2009-09-15T23:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T23:15:15.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys! Its been quite some time since I last updated lol. Again, sorry for being lazy and not updating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In return, I've got a very interesting video for you to see! :D Leave comments on my CBox if you'd like to. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N6EYrqIn0yI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N6EYrqIn0yI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they awesome!? I'm really fascinated by their voices. There isn't any wrong note, if you may have heard. :) COOL RIGHT?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-2639961273727315435?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/2639961273727315435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=2639961273727315435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/2639961273727315435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/2639961273727315435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2009/09/hey-guys-its-been-quite-some-time-since.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-3400887658346581257</id><published>2009-09-02T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T23:15:51.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, my blog has been really dead, eh? I'm sorry. Many things has happened lately. I myself forgot about those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my friend is here in Singapore! :) We've been basically hanging out for the past few days. Oh and for the first time after a long while, I get to wake up late on Tuesday! :D OMG! I really did take my own sweet time sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Its nothing interesting. But hey! Its better than nothing, right? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-3400887658346581257?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/3400887658346581257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=3400887658346581257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/3400887658346581257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/3400887658346581257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2009/09/wow-my-blog-has-been-really-dead-eh-im.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-6406157097310618354</id><published>2009-08-18T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T23:30:44.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, my internet has been pretty much annoying lately. Facebook especially. Anyway, hi guys! Sorry  for the lack of updates. As usual, I'm busy with work and school. Everything's basically the same. I'm getting the hang of having to wake up early in the morning 7 times a week. The latest time I  get to wake up everyday is 7am-8am. My eyebags are really getting bigger lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got scolded by my boss two weeks back. She said that I count the money really slow. I don't blame her though, that's work! I only aim for the money! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three weeks back, I went out with Andrew and his friends. He came back from Canada to Philippines, and then attended a wedding here in Singapore. He only stayed for 5 days. It was fun, actually. We were all laughing at his best friend, cause his dormmate was bullying him throughout the entire time we were together. But, before we met, they fetched me from BK Plaza Sing. We fetched his ex-classmates to the MRT and then killed some time back at Plaza Sing. And then, yeah, met the rest at Raffles Place and ate dinner at some pizza restaurant. It was a real fun dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been per normal. Nothing much changed, actually. Everything has been, well, fine, I guess? Don't ask why. I wouldn't want to mention it here. Its too, public, you see? Many of my friends read my blog. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep updating as much as I  can.&lt;br /&gt;TOODLE-ISH! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-6406157097310618354?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/6406157097310618354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=6406157097310618354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/6406157097310618354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/6406157097310618354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2009/08/ok-my-internet-has-been-pretty-much.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-609599017167906246</id><published>2009-08-11T21:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T21:59:57.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I won't bother replying to her message. Whatever you say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll update really soon! LOLS! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-609599017167906246?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/609599017167906246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/609599017167906246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wont-bother-replying-to-her-message.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-3498676472724250465</id><published>2009-08-03T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:42:22.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, my body was aching due to yesterday's Mass CIP selling. Some PSLs were allocated to be at Novena. And we all had to carry cartons of Milo to give, load/unload the lorry, re-pack, etc. Anyway, Just wanna say thank you to those who attended this event (from my class). As expected, not everyone attended it (so much for being "Unity, What!"). However, like I said, I was happy to see quite a number of people from my class attending it. It was good that they all tried to ask for donations, as much as they could. In return, I shall give them something. HEH! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who're not going to receive anything from me, sorry. I'll only give those who went for the event. A small token of appreciation for them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, and I still have math homework to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-3498676472724250465?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/3498676472724250465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=3498676472724250465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/3498676472724250465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/3498676472724250465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-my-body-was-aching-due-to.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-4376657485757327213</id><published>2009-08-01T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T23:37:16.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey! Just blogging before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized something... I've been waking up like 6.30am EVERY SINGLE DAY for this week. Wow, this is something new to me. I have been lacking of sleep. Despite that, I have no idea why I'm blogging still. Anyway, I gotta wake up at around 6.15 tomorrow morning. I have Mass CIP tomorrow, and I need to be at Newton by 8.20am. Luckily, Cheyenne will be with me on the way there, so, that shouldn't be a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I had headache. I assume that's due to lack of sleep. I don't really wake up as late as I want like I used to anymore. Sigh. Yes, I'm haggard. Really haggard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note, one of the Philippines' President, Cory Aquino, had passed away. I heard she's a really superb leader. The first woman who became President in the Philippines, as well as the whole South-East Asia. Go and search about her. I'm lazy to do so... HEH! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm off to take a shower and then bed already. I'm sleepy! (-.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-4376657485757327213?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/4376657485757327213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=4376657485757327213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/4376657485757327213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/4376657485757327213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2009/08/hey-just-blogging-before-going-to-bed.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-5796182608862283122</id><published>2009-07-30T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T23:39:59.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to continue my ballet. I missed the days I always twist and turn inside the studio... Sigh. Although I didn't really get to go to the toe shoe level (I stopped on my 4th or 5th lesson, I guess?). I only managed to go to the ballet shoe level. Perhaps, after I've finished my ballet, I could lead my dancing life into a different level. Hip-hop, tango, salsa or something like that? Yeah, surprisingly, I dance. I've kept it in a long while. Ha ha. I used to be in dance in primary school. Apparently, I was really lazy and stopped taking it. I don't regret it though.. I am more of the challenging kind of choreography, than basics. I like challenges, period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body, obviously, isn't that flexible anymore. I used to be able to split and bend, but now, I can't. I haven't really practiced dancing in a VERY long time. Believe me, I'm a lazy bum. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I want to share with you guys. Something you didn't I am actually capable of. Heh! Hope you don't see this as show-off, or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles, friends! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-5796182608862283122?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/5796182608862283122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=5796182608862283122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/5796182608862283122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/5796182608862283122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-want-to-continue-my-ballet.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-5542997580217381398</id><published>2009-07-29T22:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T22:53:41.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys! Just a quick peak on what have I been up to lately. As you can see, I ain't uploading pictures as much as I used to last time. That's due to my busy schedule. I've been really pact since I started working. And most of my past time, I'll just sit with my laptop and play Bejeweled as my past time. Lately, I've been doing lots of last minute homeworks. I practically have no mood to blog, whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working for only part-time can really kill your schedule. Honestly, the most recent hang out I've had was just this past Monday with Guo Wei, Darwis, Jeffrey and Andy. We just watched Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince at Tampines, Century Square Cineplex. The book is better, but the movie is nice. I did tear up when IT was shown lol. For me to know, for you to find out. I think you should know what I mean, if you have watched or read the book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I don't even have the mood to read books lately. I'm really looking forward to shop for more books. However, its difficult. Hey, I ain't got the time to hang out with friends on weekends anymore, you know? I'm literally just going to school, work, school, work. That's my life now. I can't even imagine myself being in Sec 4 next year. I haven't even done any of my homeworks. As in, none. OK, maybe I'm really not having the mood to do any work at all. What do I do nowadays when I reach home? I go to our sofa and take my power nap there. Without even showering. Not exactly gross, 'cause I don't sweat that much in school like I used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... Qing Xiang came up with an idea to go to Australia, next year, after our 'N' Levels. I thought it was a good idea, but, when Branden said its a pretty dangerous place to go to due to racism, I kind of had second thoughts about it. I thought the racism has stopped. Apparently, for some Ang Mohs overseas, they are still racist toward Asians. Seriously though, they should stop that. They're not gonna get anything but criticism from other races and or or hatred. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we don't get to celebrate by going to Australia next year, I thought of bringing my friends to the Philippines instead. Just so they could try a twist when it comes to culture and natural resources. Hey, it is definitely much cheaper over there! :) What's more is that, there isn't a single racism toward Chinese, because there are Filipino-Chinese living in the Philippines! The foods are all exotic(for foreigners) yet really nice to eat. HEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not try searching it online, just so you could have a little knowledge about my country? :)&lt;br /&gt;The natural resources are absolutely breath-taking, especially when you see it in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-5542997580217381398?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/5542997580217381398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=5542997580217381398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/5542997580217381398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/5542997580217381398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey-guys-just-quick-peak-on-what-have-i.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-1325700265398271780</id><published>2009-07-08T19:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T19:39:33.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Check this out, click the link! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xZg7_aTLqq0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy watching! *winks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-1325700265398271780?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/1325700265398271780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=1325700265398271780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/1325700265398271780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/1325700265398271780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2009/07/check-this-out-click-link-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-6022564803816470495</id><published>2009-07-04T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T22:48:08.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My apologies for not having been blogging. Seriously though, I'm really  busy with work. But, having to work at BK for only 6 hours, I feel incomplete.  Its like, I want to work longer so that I could earn more money. If I could do  all the appropriate jobs, I would. DAMN! I'm seriously desperate to work. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized something. I haven't been spamming my blog with pictures. I shall do that soon! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. My 'soon' never comes :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADIOS! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-6022564803816470495?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/6022564803816470495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=6022564803816470495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/6022564803816470495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/6022564803816470495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-apologies-for-not-having-been.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-823497400360334775</id><published>2009-06-26T16:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T16:47:24.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SkSJtNlL4pI/AAAAAAAAAQU/bH8Xg2k0U0g/s1600-h/michael_jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SkSJtNlL4pI/AAAAAAAAAQU/bH8Xg2k0U0g/s320/michael_jackson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351553667055739538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;R.I.P King of Pop, Michael Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the King of Pop has died last Thursday, from cardiac arrest. Most celebrities were in shock when they found out he passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me, I ain't really shock. I knew he'd die soon because of his non-stop surgical procedures. His nervous system were all affected since early yesteryear. That didn't only came from me. It came from the tabloid as well (if you read the news last year about him). Such a good-looking man. I don't know what made him do plastic surgery. I love these videos the most!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smooth Criminal (1992 Concert, LIVE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/07v6tB_OLR8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/07v6tB_OLR8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Want You Back - Jackson 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sVSYJXpD2_E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sVSYJXpD2_E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-823497400360334775?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/823497400360334775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=823497400360334775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/823497400360334775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/823497400360334775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2009/06/r.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SkSJtNlL4pI/AAAAAAAAAQU/bH8Xg2k0U0g/s72-c/michael_jackson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-8633563117021239235</id><published>2009-06-23T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T21:46:10.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey, guys! I'm feeling sad, because the PSL Gradnight was postponed due to H1N1. In most of the PSLs' (including me, obviously) opinion, MOH could've extended the holidays instead of cancelling some events this week. What's more saddening is that, from what I heard, the Gradnight (which is in two weeks' time) will be as short as 2 hours 30 minutes? How ironic. Its gonna be held on a Saturday anyway, so, having it from 6pm-10pm won't be a big deal, really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter note, I'll be able to shop for some stuffs that I need (yes, not I want), for Gradnight! Hey, I've got no heels! Fine, maybe one. But, I really don't like it. Its too high (for me) and my feet tend to hurt whenever I use it. So, I'm going to buy a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me make a list of the things I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;New school shoes,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gradnight high heels (two and a half inches at most),&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wallet,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;School bag,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pay my dad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's about it. Its pretty awesome to have a job. Not only you get to buy the things you want, and need, but you get to feel the accomplishment after all the tiring days you've worked. I've had that feeling before heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-8633563117021239235?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/8633563117021239235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=8633563117021239235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/8633563117021239235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/8633563117021239235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-guys-im-feeling-sad-because-psl.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-3532151704660712789</id><published>2009-06-20T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T20:37:35.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I thought these things only happen on  movies. And what's even more saddening is that, it's Jackie Chan! :O Read the story below so, you can understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="first"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="first"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="first"&gt;"A "Big Brother" who passionately shows the roots of showbiz to his juniors, Jackie Chan is different as a daddy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="first"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Taking the education of his son, Jaycee, into his own hands, Chan instilled so much fear in his son that the latter would never dream of offending his dad for fear of the consequences.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Chan said, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I've never taken care of my son nor sent him to school. For the first and only time that I went to pick him up from school, I went to the wrong one. I am not a good father but definitely a responsible one. My son is utterly afraid of me; he respects and listens to me. I don't think that I will be called a good daddy just by fetching my son to and from school. It's hard for someone like me. If I had sent him to school everyday, I don't think I will be who I am today.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"He added, "There was once when I received a call from him while I was filming in Hengdian. You have to understand that he seldom calls me. And when he does, he is either asking for a ticket to watch the NBA match or that he has crashed my car.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;That day he called me to wish me Happy Father's Day! I sprouted some vulgarities and shouted at him: "Next time don't call me! Don't call me on Father's Day; don't call me on my birthday! Call me on usual days, do you get it?" And I hung up the phone immediately. I don't remember my parents' birthdays and I am not exceptionally nice only on Father's Day and Mother's Day.&lt;/span&gt; Everyday is like an occasion to me."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Last year, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Jaycee&lt;/span&gt; told Xin.sg in an exclusive interview that he would be "digging his own grave" to be seeking his parents' advice on work issues. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ever since he was a child&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;his father only compliments him for one out of the hundred things he does&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Jaycee also said that he has a few of his father's songs in his car only for show and plays them when his dad is with him. &lt;/span&gt;On hearing this, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Chan laughed, "If it's true, I'll slap him twice on his face when I return home.""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OMG! How frustrating could that be? I'm sure his son is totally sad and depressed. Only, he doesn't show it.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ANYWAY. MY FIRST DAY IN MY NEW JOB WAS AWESOME! :D Yes, It was definitely tiring. But hey! :) Come and visit me at Burger King at Plaza Singapura and say hi! Or, better yet, ORDER! :D HEH! ;) I'll be glad to serve you :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Toodles! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-3532151704660712789?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/3532151704660712789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=3532151704660712789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/3532151704660712789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/3532151704660712789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-thought-these-things-only-happen-on.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-1354518470088961239</id><published>2009-06-16T19:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T20:14:36.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey, guys! For now, I'm only gonna type out what have I been up to these past few weeks. Like I said in my previous post, I lost my camera. So, I won't be able to upload pictures (lucky you, I think haha!). I'll keep it short, so you won't fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. My holidays, so far, isn't so bad. I went for P5 camp two weeks ago, that's why you didn't catch me online. First day was okay. Fortunately, we get to go home after that, because the next few days, we'll have to stay overnight in school. Wait, did I mention that P5 camp started on a Tuesday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, Wednesday began. It was better. Let me tell you that, it's not easy to be the workshop games in charge. It is absolutely tiring to run from one station to another. Especially when they are not as close. I think Balloons of Misfortune's station was burning hot! Hail the Pail was fun (as usual), and the rest are fine. I need to focus more on Hail the Pail, because it's a water game, and I'm sure that the others wouldn't know how to control the water wastage. Overall, everything turned out to be wet, dirty and fun as expected! haha! My committee, however, had to sleep late. We basically had to finish all the station equipments for games and other business for the sake of the next day's camp, which was Camp 2. Different group of students from different schools are coming, but all the same games etc from Camp 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was just like Tuesday. All dry and somewhat boring, while the P5 kiddos had the awkward atmosphere, because it was more like getting-to-know-each-other day for them. Yet again, I had to run here and there and back and forth to know if everything's going on smoothly. And yes, it did! Haha! That night was nightwalk, too! It wasn't scary. I was the first ,and alone to go. Anyway, it was rather fun scaring instead of getting scared. I shouldn't elaborate more on this part. Oh and I became scarer with Amy! 'Cause Raihannah had to leave. Awesome! Loved scaring them. But of course, I hugged those whom I scare (girls only!) and asked the guys if they were okay. Haha! I'm so gonna come back for next year's P5 camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last day, Friday, was all HIGH UP! And I mean, lots of enthusiasm, not only from the PSLs but from the P5s as well. I had to run barefooted because of Hail the Pail, you'll never know when're they going to throw water at ya! Anyway, I lost my camera (which I think is still inside the Den) and was very sad. It's the last time, the Sec 3s are going to organize this event! There won't be any more next year! *sobs* But hey! Congratulations to the newly elected Executive Committee members! You guys deserve it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY, was a normal fine day. I went for a job interview and got in! I'm going to replace my brother at Burger King. It's at Plaza Singapura, nearest station is Somerset. Come and eat there with your friends, and pay me a visit one fine day! HEH! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for my updates. Come back soon for more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-1354518470088961239?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/1354518470088961239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=1354518470088961239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/1354518470088961239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/1354518470088961239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-guys-for-now-im-only-gonna-type-out.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-2713484657740851440</id><published>2009-06-14T23:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T23:07:35.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I lost my camera. )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates, soon! (:&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-2713484657740851440?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/2713484657740851440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=2713484657740851440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/2713484657740851440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/2713484657740851440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-lost-my-camera.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-8361466030652113221</id><published>2009-06-04T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T23:14:27.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Watch this video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9z4N7-yourw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9z4N7-yourw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried watching this video. Can't blame me! I'm a pet lover as well as a nature lover. But don't this particular video means one thing? People would do anything, regardless whether it's non or living things. As long as they talk about money, they'd do almost anything and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greed for money, huh? Tsk, tsk. If my friends were to be like this in the future, I'd take a gun and shoot them straight in their heads. At least its less suffering for them. No need to feel the pain of dying. Unlike these poor little creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are people like this? :( Its heartbreaking. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll sleep sadly tonight now, thanks to my sis who intro this vid to me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buenas noches, amigos/amigas!&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/5122539351932251230-8361466030652113221?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/8361466030652113221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=8361466030652113221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/8361466030652113221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/8361466030652113221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2009/06/watch-this-video-i-cried-watching-this.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-2599091564993888919</id><published>2009-06-02T14:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T15:11:50.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;HELLO! Okay, updates time! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been busy with P5 camp and everything. So, whenever I'm under stress, I'll get tired and sleep eventually. So, that's why I haven't been updating this blog of mine. Sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I only remember to update you about my  Semester marks and hang outs. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say I didn't do well this time. Or rather, the whole class find it impossible to get our achieved marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only managed to get an A for CPA. Other than that, its either B, C or D. I got a D for my MATH! :O First time having such a mark. NVM. I haven't been practicing anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on... I went out with Darshini and Remah last Saturday and it was FUN! :)&lt;br /&gt;We went to Escape Theme Park. And WOHOO! First time! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That place is quite small for a theme park, though. :/ Maybe they could renovate and make it bigger with more attractions/rides in the future! 14bucks or less is a bit worth it. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time riding a go kart! Haha! Damn fun! I should go there more often and play with that! x) Darshini said, I cannot have driver's license because I drove the kart too fast! I never press the break. HEH! :D That's the fun of go karts! It goes FAST! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second trip. SNOW CITY! :D Awesome trip!  Those people who're rich enougt to waste their 14bucks, totally waste the fun! Although the snow chamber was pretty small, It was freezing cold! My mouth became somewhat numb and my mucous started dropping (I still have my flu, btw). So yea. Actually, everybody's mucous started dripping, even Mr. Jared "Botak" Oh! Hahahaha! I really thank him for organising this trip for the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and for those who do not know. We paid for this trip at the beginning of the year. It was the  S$100+ edusave form we submitted. TOTAL WASTE! Tsk, tsk. I'll be scanning the picture soon! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*All photos are uploaded in my facebook! Come and check! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(only for the Snow City trip, by the way!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADIOS&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;AMIGOS! :D&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/5122539351932251230-2599091564993888919?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/2599091564993888919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=2599091564993888919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/2599091564993888919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/2599091564993888919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-okay-updates-time-i-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-1543458174906989893</id><published>2009-05-29T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T23:55:26.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm very stressed. OK, make it the whole training comm are totally stressed now. P5 camp is totally near, and everybody's rushing. Haha. We shall just smile and think positive! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's it for now. I'm doing work and waiting for Mr. Zul to send me something :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURES AND REAL UPDATES SOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I think this is the shortest post ever! D:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-1543458174906989893?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/1543458174906989893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=1543458174906989893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/1543458174906989893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/1543458174906989893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-very-stressed.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-7481925545094809275</id><published>2009-05-25T19:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T20:05:03.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO WORLD! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick, again. AGAIN! :(&lt;br /&gt;Not many blue moons ago, I was sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fever, flu, sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;and now, add cough :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if  I haven't updated this blog. HEH! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, yes! One more reason is because, I'm watching Boys Over Flowers show! :D Its a Korean show. If you guys were aware of F4, you should know what this show is all about :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to www.mysoju.com and look for it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're love sick, you'll love this! :D HAHA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-7481925545094809275?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/7481925545094809275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=7481925545094809275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/7481925545094809275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/7481925545094809275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-world-d-sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-1880857577774317449</id><published>2009-05-18T19:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T19:19:23.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing much caught my interests, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EXAMS ARE OVER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! It's over! :D&lt;br /&gt;I don't care. Imma give my all to the malls, movies, arcades...WHATEVER! As long as I get to have fun, now that all our papers are over! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea. Gotta wait till the end of the year, for another torturous month. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I'll focus on my gigs outside, with friends :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Math Paper 2 was easy! GOSH! We all thought that paper 2 will be more difficult than paper 1. Turned out it was vice-versa.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Everybody was hating Mr. Choy for the first paper. After that, everybody started to love him back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you can expect latest updates about my gigs and my stuffs outside this monitor of yours :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADIOS, EXAMS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LOVES :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-1880857577774317449?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/1880857577774317449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=1880857577774317449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/1880857577774317449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/1880857577774317449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2009/05/nothing-much-caught-my-interests-but.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-5069477937497496473</id><published>2009-05-16T13:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T13:10:49.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Swine flu (H1N1) has a risk of hitting SG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite scary.. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"SINGAPORE: Singapore raises its pandemic alert from yellow to orange on Thursday even though there are no human cases of Mexican swine flu in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Health Ministry (MOH) said it is upgrading its Disease Outbreak Response System Alert as there is a real possibility that such cases may surface in Singapore and the country must be prepared at all fronts to delay its spread here for as long as possible.&lt;br /&gt;Health Minister Khaw Boon Wan said Singapore is preparing for the need to move the alert level to red. The World Health Organisation (WHO) has moved to raise the pandemic alert phase for the Mexican swine flu outbreaks from Phase 4 to Phase 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The change indicates that there is human—to—human spread of the virus into at least two countries in one region.&lt;br /&gt;In Singapore, its hospitals have already enhanced their infection control measures. For example, healthcare workers are already donning full personal protective equipment, especially in high—risk areas such as the emergency department and intensive care unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To reduce risk of exposure, triaging of patients has also been introduced at emergency departments, polyclinics and outpatient clinics. Elective admissions have also been reduced to increase hospital capacity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Under the orange alert state, infection control measures will be further stepped up.&lt;br /&gt;Temperature screening and screening for flu—like symptoms for visitors to clinical care areas would be implemented, while hospital staff are required to don personal protection equipment in all areas with patient contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The number of visitors would also be restricted to one visitor per patient. This will help facilitate contact tracing and reduce unnecessary risk exposure in the hospitals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MOH statement said those with a travel history to Mexico over the past seven days will be quarantined for seven days on their return to Singapore and undergo phone surveillance for symptoms for Mexican swine flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those who develop symptoms will be referred to the Communicable Disease Centre (CDC) for a thorough assessment. A dedicated ambulance service (993) has been activated to convey such patients to CDC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Should evidence arise that other countries besides Mexico are exporting cases, the MOH will also consider imposing similar conditions for travellers returning from those areas.&lt;br /&gt;The statement added that members of the public who are returning from other affected areas like New York, California, Kansas and Texas in the United States and the state of Nova Scotia in Canada are advised to stay at home for seven days upon return and check themselves for symptoms for Mexican swine flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They should practise social distancing and refrain from joining mass gatherings such as going to the cinemas, shopping malls or supermarkets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those who develop respiratory illness with fever of more than 38 degrees Celsius within seven days after their return should put on a surgical mask, call 993 for an ambulance. They should also disclose their travel histories to their doctors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MOH is encouraging schools, workplaces and places of mass gathering to conduct temperature checks routinely. Those with a higher—than—normal temperature should be advised to seek treatment immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Recording of all information of all visitors, including the date and time of visit, personal particulars and contact number of visitors, is recommended. This will facilitate contact tracing when the need arises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Although there are no human cases of Mexican swine flu in Singapore, there have been 22 cases in total referred for further medical assessment. Of these, 19 cases have been tested negative for Influenza A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Two tested positive for usual circulating seasonal strains of Influenza A and one is pending laboratory investigations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As for travelling to Mexico, MOH said members of the public are strongly advised to postpone or avoid non—essential travel to Mexico and affected areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the event that travel is unavoidable, the public is advised to take precautionary measures such as avoiding crowded areas and maintaining high standards of personal hygiene at all times — washing hands frequently with soap and water, especially after contact with respiratory secretions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those who are unwell with respiratory illness should stay at home and wear a surgical mask if possible. The ministry added that it is monitoring the situation closely and will update the public should there be any new developments."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Article taken from:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sg.news.yahoo.com/cna/20090430/tap-089-singapore-raises-swine-flu-pande-231650b.html"&gt;http://sg.news.yahoo.com/cna/20090430/tap-089-singapore-raises-swine-flu-pande-231650b.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, people... Better take care of yourselves, kay? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;denijah ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-5069477937497496473?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/5069477937497496473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=5069477937497496473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/5069477937497496473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/5069477937497496473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2009/05/swine-flu-h1n1-has-risk-of-hitting-sg.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-7755942885284627344</id><published>2009-05-15T20:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T20:55:38.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm S-C-R-E-W-E-D! Math paper was way more difficult as I thought. VERY hard.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Let's say it wasn't that hard. More like I'm lack of practice from my sec one work up to sec 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just recovered from my toncillitis. And now, I'm sick-- AGAIN! Flu and cough this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH! My blog is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seriously &lt;/span&gt;dead! I mean, there's not many people tagging, and I realized myself, that I am totally lacking of updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry readers! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My posts for the past few weeks hasn't been that interesting either..&lt;br /&gt;I have a boring life. I've been bored. I haven't been going out that much as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa! I think this is the first time I haven't got out that much for the past few months. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm planning to go out RIGHT AFTER THE EXAMS! I won't care much on going where and when. Ring/sms me anytime after exams, okay? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES! I was thinking of trying upload a video on youtube to check if my video camera does work for youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We''ll see how it goes, yea? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-7755942885284627344?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/7755942885284627344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=7755942885284627344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/7755942885284627344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/7755942885284627344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2009/05/gosh-my-blog-is-seriously-dead-i-mean.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-7363345659360353359</id><published>2009-05-12T15:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T15:45:23.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG! The most &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EXTRAORDINARY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; man I've ever seen in my life!&lt;br /&gt;I mean, how can he reach such &lt;u&gt;high notes&lt;/u&gt;(for guys)?!&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievably, amazing! :)&lt;br /&gt;A must watch!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P-ZjOEk4-dI&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P-ZjOEk4-dI&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've done both papers for EL. It turned out to be fine. :) (Thank goodness!)&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm done with my Science! I'm telling you, it ain't easy, if you didn't study.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to MOh, he sympathized my class enough to know that it would be hard for us. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! Credits to Him for doing that! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm kinda banned from using my pc due to exams. So, expect much delays when it comes to updates. My dad's pretty strict, you see? :) That's why I'm updating now. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios, amigos! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-7363345659360353359?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/7363345659360353359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=7363345659360353359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/7363345659360353359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/7363345659360353359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2009/05/omg-most-extraordinary-man-ive-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-5801217858431049006</id><published>2009-04-29T22:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T22:35:28.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Check this out! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/je1C1c5UHJk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/je1C1c5UHJk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-5801217858431049006?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/5801217858431049006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=5801217858431049006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/5801217858431049006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/5801217858431049006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2009/04/check-this-out.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-7876301527936935083</id><published>2009-04-25T19:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T20:05:05.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Firstly, a happy, happy birthday to my dearest sister, Arrys! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if I don't have any presents. No $$$! AND I totally forgot to go bedok interchange to develope some of our photos to put in a scrap book! *bites lips*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm utterly bored. For the past few years, my sister's birthday's has always been a boreeee. Totally! Either I'll end up sleeping in my bed, while she hangs out with her friends and play outside, OR I'll just talk to them for a short while and do my own business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its also my friends birthday today, and my father didn't allow us three to go for his party. I bet its fun. DUH! BBQ! D: and his humour is really GOOODDD!!!! You can literally laugh your ass out, okay???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not wrong, my sister's birthday yesteryear, was exactly like this. BORRIIINNNGG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have nothing much to update. Although, I'm really planning to study outside. Well, Cheryl's planning. HEH! Hopefully, this time 'round, we'll really study-study and not sit and laugh and do something stupid and end up not studying. Like last year. If not, I'll go out and study alone instead... OR just like one or two people go with me to study(?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios, amigos/amigas! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-7876301527936935083?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/7876301527936935083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=7876301527936935083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/7876301527936935083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/7876301527936935083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2009/04/firstly-happy-happy-birthday-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-7013139413787444359</id><published>2009-04-13T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:28:10.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YES. I'm in the mood to blog what I did all the way, way  back from where I started procrastinating. Ha Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing about my post today is, I didn't resize the photos. So, it'd be pretty big. HEH! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLC:&lt;br /&gt;nothing much happened this day... Although, its better in a way, cause we get to play water games!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some time without one; I'm glad the Principal approved. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO PICTURES, besides these. sorry! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00961.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00961.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00962.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00962.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANWAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my March hols... We also had class bbq! :)&lt;br /&gt;fun, man!&lt;br /&gt;And, asusual, the guys were all playful, and the attendance was pathetic :(&lt;br /&gt;its always like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it was really nice for Ms. Zhang to drop by! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and btw, that was right after the Methodist exchange programme thing, for choir. It was pretty much haggard. Therefore, I was exhausted after the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here you go... (grab it for all you want (: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00963.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00963.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00964.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00964.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Bryan. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00965.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00965.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00966.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00966.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, where were we?&lt;br /&gt;AH! Yes! Let's go all the way to sports meet 2009! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I wanna say this. Having faith to your juniors plays a huge part. Obviously, if the seniors were to, not exactly look down, but more like, doubt with their juniors, the juniors would tend to also loose faith from their own capabilities, and, most-probably, not even to do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, so deep. But its the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, overall was a good sports meet. Everybody played well, and cheered well. Although I find sec 2s not enthusiastic enough? :/&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure  they can do better! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather wasn't on our side not long after, though. It drizzled, and a few minutes later or so, it began to pour heavily. I even saw a lightning, and covered my ears straight away! SO SCARY! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, before it really began to pour, we manage to do our cheer! :) Only at that part were, everyone started to give their all... The "t-t-t-t... t-e-m-a-s-e-k..." part was a lil screwed. BUT hey! We managed to pull through and eventually won! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked though. Seriously. Haha! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends are total cam-whores! Seriously! -.-&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CopyofDSC00987.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/CopyofDSC00987.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00986.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00986.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00987.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00987.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00988.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00988.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00989.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00989.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00990.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00990.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00991.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00991.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00992.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00992.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00993.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00993.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00994.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00994.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00995.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00995.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA! CIA (Caught In Act)!!! x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00996.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00996.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00997.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00997.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sports meet, went out with Cheyenne, Dela and Debra. Woa, seriously, it was so fun! Haha! Ate at Pizza Hut for dinner. But before that, we went to church. HEH! (: Thanks so much for accompanying me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01001.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC01001.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheyenne &lt;3!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, not forgetting these few Peeps! :D&lt;br /&gt;- Cheryl&lt;br /&gt;- Valerie&lt;br /&gt;- Fazninna&lt;br /&gt;- Delaloye&lt;br /&gt;- Debra&lt;br /&gt;- Maisarah&lt;br /&gt;- Afiqah&lt;br /&gt;- Jolene&lt;br /&gt;- Curie&lt;br /&gt;- DARSHINI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you barely see me mentioning peoples' names down here, okay? :D&lt;br /&gt;heh! jkjk! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT LAST, UPDATES, DONE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS HER!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00980.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00980.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00981.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00981.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went to Indiaa!! And she missed sports meet! :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, something to cheer me somewhat up. HAHA! RANDOMMM!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00978.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00978.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(steph took that photo) lol! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(from left to right: Ms. Chee, Ms. Zhang and yours truly(: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00946.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00946.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios, amigos! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-7013139413787444359?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/7013139413787444359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=7013139413787444359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/7013139413787444359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/7013139413787444359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2009/04/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-6831007959491662932</id><published>2009-04-07T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:55:02.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horniness? :/</title><content type='html'>tag replies will be at the last part of my post :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today during CPA; Juliangga, QingXiang, Afiqah, Cheryl and I were talking rubbish. We've finished our work anyway, so, no biggie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things were a bit cracky and I heard them talking about steadies..&lt;br /&gt;Quite lame, honestly. didn't think that it would turn out be a horny topic about guys(ahemm) and girls (ahemm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when I told qingxiang about kissing will make him turned on -.-&lt;br /&gt;after that, he turned and looked at cheryl while he says: "ya, the pro talking already".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, "no, not because i'm pro. because its common, -.-''' ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"lucky you can control, or else you'll be *uses hand to show the 'pregnant' gesture*"&lt;br /&gt;"I swear, although i don't usually swear, that, i will never get pregnant till after marriage!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody started laughing -.- (wth...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, juliangga rebutt and started saying about an unknown guy's... penis comparing it to another unknown guy who killed a lady, due to his big 'one'. "you know," he started, "got one news on the newspaper say, one girl died because the 'thing' of the guy is too big for her 'one'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously, i was shocked. and i was like "that's rubbish, i don't &lt;em&gt;think &lt;/em&gt;that's even possible."&lt;br /&gt;he said, "seriously!"&lt;br /&gt;"actually, i've seen a guy's 'thing' this small *covers half of his index finger*"&lt;br /&gt;i was like "are you sure?"&lt;br /&gt;"serious!" juliangga said..&lt;br /&gt;"but i think you (refers to moi -.-) cannot have intercourse with _____ cause he's got big muscles and i'm sure his 'one' is this big *uses both hands to make a circle*!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody started laughing. omg! he's such a pervert 'b'! lol. poor afiqah though, she can't laugh, because of her ribs. she said it was acing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, not untill after cpa, jay was still talking about &lt;em&gt;it.&lt;/em&gt; and I got so annoyed untill i said "i think my grandfather's 'one' is bigger than yours!"&lt;br /&gt;"you wanna see?" he said,&lt;br /&gt;"you'll be amazed on what will you about to see!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went "wow. seriously." -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn horny. and they still can think that I'm the horny one... -.-&lt;br /&gt;all rubbish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TAG REPLIES (though its quite late):&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YANLING:&lt;/strong&gt; I love you, too, babe! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RAI:&lt;/strong&gt; TAGGED! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANDY:&lt;/strong&gt; haha! thanks! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FATIN-P5 CAMP:&lt;/strong&gt; AWWW! :D I miss you, too! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PASSERBY:&lt;/strong&gt; who on earth are YOU? and why do you even care?! :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-6831007959491662932?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/6831007959491662932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=6831007959491662932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/6831007959491662932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/6831007959491662932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2009/04/horniness.html' title='Horniness? :/'/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-5309749976161279422</id><published>2009-03-31T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:57:58.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hope you understand that, this is not the only thing I need to do.&lt;br /&gt;I have other important things to do. And simple things like, cooperating,&lt;br /&gt;is just so difficult for the rest to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to be mean to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Words just came out from my mouth, due to overwhelming rudeness and noise.&lt;br /&gt;(I can't even hear myself, and I have to scream)&lt;br /&gt;It was just too overwhelming and the response were all pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;Some people were rude, and some were taking advantage.&lt;br /&gt;Its okay to laugh and have fun, but of course, find an appropriate time to do so.&lt;br /&gt;I ain't mad, just annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows I laugh easily, and I really hope that, this is the last time you'll do this..&lt;br /&gt;...not only to me, but for the rest as well.&lt;br /&gt;No one's asking everybody to be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Just be respective (although its impossible) or at least keep it down.&lt;br /&gt;The least thing you could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to all. Specially to those who I shouted at.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-5309749976161279422?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/5309749976161279422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=5309749976161279422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/5309749976161279422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/5309749976161279422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hope-you-understand-that-this-is-not.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-6922018722465982936</id><published>2009-03-30T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:07:10.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SdDRyHzQV6I/AAAAAAAAAQM/_DChfVoY1pM/s1600-h/DSC00922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318981818942248866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SdDRyHzQV6I/AAAAAAAAAQM/_DChfVoY1pM/s320/DSC00922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired and extremely worn out. Updates soon. Maybe, tomorrow (I'll consider).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-6922018722465982936?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/6922018722465982936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=6922018722465982936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/6922018722465982936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/6922018722465982936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-tired-and-extremely-worn-out.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SdDRyHzQV6I/AAAAAAAAAQM/_DChfVoY1pM/s72-c/DSC00922.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-6918986440818938131</id><published>2009-03-19T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T23:22:06.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, school life is really way, way, different than the outside. What made is worse is that, every holidays I have, I still have to go back to school and do a lot of, well, school basis stuffs. It is absolutely ridiculous going back to school over the holidays and spend at least 3/4 of your day there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's unreasonable, for me, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, who would wanna go back to school for CCA, camps, etc...?? YOU tell me. Holidays isn't a time where students have to go back (not even teachers) and do crappy stuffs. Well, not exactly crappy, but school based stuffs. At least let us rest! School is utterly stressful when its not a holiday. But, I don't understand, WHY must we go back over the holidays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we have like, a resting time? Or maybe, spend sometime distressing ourselves, despite the piles and piles of homeworks teachers give to us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework can be understandable. But going back to school almost 3/4 of your 1 frigging weak of holiday? I-N-S-A-N-E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Not that I'm suing the government or something... But it is really, really annoying. In this case, for my parents as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps going back to school a day or two ain't so bad. But coming back for almost a week? Like, 3-4 days? IT IS TOO MUCH, REALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like school, I really do. But, I just don't like it when you only have a holiday, the school occupies at least 3/4 of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for being called 'holidays'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just tired. But its only 11.16, and my brain's telling me to go to my soft and comfy bed and snooze out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be updating about the rest of my 'holiday', later this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, TAG! Friends, stranger, whoever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many people tag like the used to anymore. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-6918986440818938131?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/6918986440818938131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=6918986440818938131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/6918986440818938131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/6918986440818938131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-know-school-life-is-really-way-way.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-4137515196692424417</id><published>2009-03-15T22:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:39:17.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know its holidays, but for me, my holidays = no holidays at all! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon: SLC&lt;br /&gt;Tues: Choir from 2-5&lt;br /&gt;Wed: Choir from 10-5 and then class bbq (someone kill me, please!! D:)&lt;br /&gt;Thurs: DAY OFF. But not exactly.&lt;br /&gt;Fri: Choir (GAH, I'm starting to loathe SYF)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 10.30am today and slept at 12 the previous night... It's kinda insane, actually. I was dead tired. Cause, right after choir, I went home, ate, changed and then off to ECP with Guo Wei to play arcade and bowling. It'll be more fun if there were at least 4 people and above.. but no one was free! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I saw _____ and family. Haha. I wouldn't wanna elaborate more on this part :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at least it was a pleasant day. NO COMPLAINS whatsoever. :)&lt;br /&gt;I LOVEEEEE Time Crisis 4!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOLENE! :D WE MUST GO YOUR HOUSE WITH AMANDA, STEPH and RANJANNI SOOONNN!!!! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.. I'm tired.. today ended up a must-clean-the-house day.. LOL. And yes, I had to clean the house and everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna have a maid. On second thought, I prefer doing household chores myself. I wanna have the knowledge to do simple stuffs. HAHA! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates soon, yea? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES, FRIENDS! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-4137515196692424417?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/4137515196692424417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=4137515196692424417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/4137515196692424417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/4137515196692424417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-know-its-holidays-but-for-me-my.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-4034923905878017766</id><published>2009-03-12T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T21:53:43.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I have this habit of not checking my words before publishing my posts, so, I'll quickly do corrections and go. I'm tired. so yea.. Bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cut (not cute)&lt;br /&gt;* jerks (not jersks)&lt;br /&gt;*the (not te)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it, I guess. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao friends! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-4034923905878017766?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/4034923905878017766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=4034923905878017766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/4034923905878017766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/4034923905878017766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-know-i-have-this-habit-of-not.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-4682915285647884020</id><published>2009-03-09T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:40:31.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00930.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00930.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;AH YEA! I cute my fringe to a BANGS! AHH! hahaha. And yes, it is abolutely u-g-l-y! (or maybe i'm just not used to it).  YES, I give you the permission to comment.... -.-''' (you don't see me having this kind of fringe everytime).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Right, then. UPDATE TIME! :D **WARNING: PICTURE SPAM, YOUR COMPUTER MAY HANG! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHOIR! &lt;em&gt;(cam-whored with michelle and ranjanni! (:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00873.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00873.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00875.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00875.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00876.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00876.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00883.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00883.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00884.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00884.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00885.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00885.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00886.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00886.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00887.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00887.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00891.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00891.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00892.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00892.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00893.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00893.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00894.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00894.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BADMINTON! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00896.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00896.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00897.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00897.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00898.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00898.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My sis went for this mediacorp audition at Marina Bay&lt;/strong&gt;. She went through the next round, and te next! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00913.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00913.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00914.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00914.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SUSHI MODE!! (YUMMYUMM!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00915.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00915.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00916.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00916.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEXT ROUND! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00917.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00917.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00918.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00918.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00919.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00919.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00920.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00920.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00921.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00921.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JURONG EAST SWIMMING COMPLEX! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;this is my only picture... heh! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went with my mom, my mom's colleagues, Darshini, Darshini's sister, and her cousin-brother (or sth like that)... it was funn! :D We collided with Shawal, Syahrin, Najib, Haziq and Suhail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And while swimming, there were these two stalkers asking for our numbers! OMG, so scary!!! D: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I told Darshini I'll give my old hp number so that they would shut up, stop, and leave us alone. But we ended up ignoring them... -.-'''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Darshini called them f**kers behind their backs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yea, no offence, but I absolutely do not entertain assholes nor jersks. So kindly, step aside, and leave us alone, thank you (: (I'm not being a meanie, just hate 'em)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00922.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00922.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLASS CYCLING AT EAST COAST PARK &lt;em&gt;(SCIENCE ENRICHMENT)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;YES! We skipped our lessons after mother tounge and went to East Coast and cycled there till 12(?) and was dismissed from there! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300060.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300060.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300061.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300061.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300062.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300062.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; 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The End! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ciao friends! ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-4682915285647884020?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/4682915285647884020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=4682915285647884020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/4682915285647884020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/4682915285647884020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2009/03/ah-yea-i-cute-my-fringe-to-bangs-ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-1097303692702586412</id><published>2009-03-06T22:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:43:29.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Technologically speaking, I really don't like MSN. It's a bit sensitive and it sends more virus compared to Yahoo! Messenger. You should agree with me, with this. But since MSN is the only communication I can have with my friends, technologically, besides handphone messaging, I had to have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no choice but to uninstall my MSN here at my desktop and use &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ebuddy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;more than the real MSN. Therefore, I wouldn't be able to recieve any file sending through my chatbox anymore (UNLESS I am using MSN). Annoying, but what can I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Maybe we can report this to the company, online, to reduce the risk of receiving more and more absurd messages. Honestly, it's really annoying. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;GAH! My dad wants me and my sis to audition for this Mediacorp artist search, or something like that. Not that I'm giving excuses. BUT, if you wanna audition for a company as big as Mediacorp, you MUST be vocally prepared, firstly. And secondly, EMOTIONALLY prepared. Apparently, my sis and i aren't. You know, come to think of it. I really wanna finish my studies first, before following my passion for singing. At least, IF ever am I going to find one, I'll know that having such career is not forever. So I have to have a fallback plan to save myself from failing (not that I'm thinking about failing, though). Isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I mean, I understand and of course, I thank my dad for being supportive and all. But I hope he sees my point of view in my life. Seriously. My mom told me the same thing. Some popular singers that she knows (not personally) that didn't finish their studies, regretted not being able to finish it. Even our Musical Director, Dick Su (don't make fun of his name), told me, and I still remember it vividly, to focus on our studies first, and then, if we can, go for whatever dream we have in life. He started his career at the age of 15. And he said that, it's absolutely not easy to be a working student.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;And so, from that point of time, I realized and told myself that I will finish my studies first before I focus on my career.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Pretty deep huh? But it's the truth. I'm sure you agree with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;We had choir today, and it turned out fine. I'm on probation. Let's not talk about it, shall we? Nothing ostentatious happened today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;XIU HAO! MONDAY, OKAY? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ciao, friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-1097303692702586412?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/1097303692702586412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=1097303692702586412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/1097303692702586412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/1097303692702586412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2009/03/technologically-speaking-i-really-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-679305908147809267</id><published>2009-03-03T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T22:47:40.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why am i so weak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.probably because exercising is not part of my vocab,&lt;br /&gt;.probably because the most exercise i do is during p.e.,&lt;br /&gt;.probably because my equilibria is pretty bad (honestly)&lt;br /&gt;.probably because the people whom i always mixed around with are physically stronger than i am,&lt;br /&gt;.probably because its been years since i last exercise-exercise(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. things had been kinda out of control lately... I've been injuring myself frequently than usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- couple of weeks ago, i injured my wrist (though i am still able to play badminton, but not as well.)&lt;br /&gt;- later on, i got a blister on my right foot. (cause i probably wore the wrong shoes)&lt;br /&gt;- several days after my wrist was better, i cut myself with a peeler while cooking (okay, i was peeling sth for me to cook for my family's dinner).&lt;br /&gt;- two to three days ago, i cut the same finger. this time, with a broken drinking glass.&lt;br /&gt;- just yesterday, i flew off my bike because i lost control. and now, I've got bruises on my right leg-- three to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;- last night, i probably slept on one side or slept wrongly... therefore i end up having stiff neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, the next accident I'll have, wouldn't end up me, being bed-ridden in a hospital with oxygen and needles going through my POORLY built body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit stubborn, you see? even if I'm in pain, i still wanna do things my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsktsk.. haiys.. poor denijah... she's suffering too many things all (almost) at the same time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updates tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao friends! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-679305908147809267?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/679305908147809267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=679305908147809267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/679305908147809267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/679305908147809267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-am-i-so-weak.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-7680369528848294883</id><published>2009-03-01T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:10:25.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was an oridinary sunday... My dad, bro and i went to church (just like every other sundays) and, duh, pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw.. since i've got nothing better to do, i shall post ALL the photos taken during Laressa's bday, yesterday! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00863copy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00863copy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00866.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00866.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00867.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00867.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=SANY0064.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/SANY0064.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=SANY0068.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/SANY0068.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=SANY0087.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/SANY0087.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=SANY0091.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/SANY0091.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH YEAH! I totally rock! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures done!&lt;br /&gt;videos to go! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yotube is taking a rather lonnng time to upload. so, i shall upload the videos here tmr or sth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao, friends! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-7680369528848294883?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/7680369528848294883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=7680369528848294883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/7680369528848294883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/7680369528848294883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-was-oridinary-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-8297960326529014861</id><published>2009-02-28T22:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T12:22:15.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy, happy bday laressa! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i stepped into her house today, the atmosphere was a bit boring...&lt;br /&gt;as expected, i had to do sth so that it won't as boring....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to katong to take her cake and off back to her house again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...before that, i went to tm with cheryl and maisarah to buy laressa, her present! :)&lt;br /&gt;we bought this cute 'DUNG' coin bank! :D three of us cheeped in money, of course! x)&lt;br /&gt;written on the gift wrap was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"happy b-day, DUNG! love: mai, cheryl and denijah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh (: written by yours truly, of course! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was soo exited for laressa to see, that when we reached her house, i asked her to open the present immediately! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO FAIR! She knew it will be sth 'stupid' like last year, again :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw! it wasn't my idea to give her that kind of present. it was cheryl's. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to where i stopped before i began this story, again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so we went back to her place and start chitchatting among ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loong and vivi(correct my spelling if i'm wrong) were there, too!&lt;br /&gt;it was fun, of course! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sang karaoke all the wayy! :D hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was touched by there comments regarding my singing! :D thanks a lot!! :D i'll upload loong, vivi and laressa's video SOON! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i went to the forth floor to PUNCH again! (fat hope, denijah!)&lt;br /&gt;i can't punch for nuts! it's so difficult! when i punch, i push at the same time.. just so it CAN move SOMEWHAT. -.-''''''' rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laressa taught vivi and loong how to Thai Box (Muay Thai), and i stood there, watching them punch and kick the as-hard-as-rock sandbag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your mouth and knuckles can bleed teaching me how to Muay Thai, i tell you x) (ask laressa!) hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we went down once the pizza hut came and laressa blew her candle! :D&lt;br /&gt;sang again and then ate, and then sang again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then left! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'LL BE UPLOADING ALL THE VIDEOS AND PHOTOS TOMORROW, PROMISE! ;)&lt;br /&gt;if i don't keep this promise, you guys and scold me, lecture me, anything! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANW! i wanna update my friendster and facebook soooooonnnnn!!!!!!!!! but i'm lack with photossss. :. someone MUST cam-whore with me! :D muahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Video! it sounds odd because i wasn't serious singing this song. therefore, it sounded suckish. anw, this is my first video :) hope you like it!;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had fun at laressa's house! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pardon the shakiness of the vid. obviously, i wasn't the cameraman. haha! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5c41678fad273a4c" 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://v4.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5c41678fad273a4c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331342264%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D836FF495EAAE2BA2E2B2D643993556470956651D.676B77006677ACDCC4828877490344D5A1F8D6D6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5c41678fad273a4c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1UWfB-iUhkjfTHlPfoBLAP7VQmo&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://v4.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5c41678fad273a4c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331342264%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D836FF495EAAE2BA2E2B2D643993556470956651D.676B77006677ACDCC4828877490344D5A1F8D6D6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5c41678fad273a4c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1UWfB-iUhkjfTHlPfoBLAP7VQmo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now..&lt;br /&gt;..ciao friends! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-8297960326529014861?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5c41678fad273a4c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/8297960326529014861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=8297960326529014861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/8297960326529014861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/8297960326529014861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-happy-bday-laressa-d-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-2782078753900490616</id><published>2009-02-25T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T23:37:23.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>class today was pretty much fine. I WAS LATE FOR THE FIRST TIME IN 3 YEARS! D:&lt;br /&gt;i kinda like 'overslept' in the morning.. and now, i have to report to school at 7.30am next wednesday D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i wanna congratulate QINGXIANG for being the class manager chairman! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really proud of you, you know? :) and you should be honoured! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on... i came across this webbie and tried it out.. i'm a left brainie! :D which means, i am more like an outspoken type, knowledgeable, good in words (thats why i can beat qx verbally! ;D), good in math and science (SOS for these two subjects! D:) and many more... i wouldn't wanna elaborate more about that. anw... art can really give me a huge headache! its not an easy subject. i need to focus more on books and theories than computer and nonsensical hands on stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must be in the top 3 this year. i wouldn't want to fail myself especially those people who believes i can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, maybe i'm tired that's why i'm saying these things. but hey! its true! :) i needa go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao friends! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-2782078753900490616?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/2782078753900490616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=2782078753900490616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/2782078753900490616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/2782078753900490616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2009/02/class-today-was-pretty-much-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-632113278240958738</id><published>2009-02-24T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T23:02:30.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm in a dilema right now. rawr! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-632113278240958738?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/632113278240958738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=632113278240958738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/632113278240958738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/632113278240958738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-in-dilema-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-3990834004713078739</id><published>2009-02-21T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T23:08:30.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey yo. I shall not upload the photos i owe you people anymore. because my files are all over the place and i'm lazy  to find ALL of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, i'm sure that i'll be able to upload this year's photos. haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on, i know i haven't been updating, but hey! :) from today onwards, i shall update you guys about my normal life more frequently. hehe! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was okay.&lt;br /&gt;we had choir, and, as expected, not many people came.&lt;br /&gt;it was fine, actually. although it was quite boring not having ranjanni and mich around...&lt;br /&gt;(eventually, i have to get use to it-- soooonnn!)&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to eat lunch with amanda and steph.. but i couldn't due to my art project.&lt;br /&gt;i have to finish it by monday, or i'll dieee!! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's about today...&lt;br /&gt;i didn't do anything interesting, except my art project... -.-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told you, it ain't something interesting &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updates soon! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao friends ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-3990834004713078739?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/3990834004713078739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=3990834004713078739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/3990834004713078739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/3990834004713078739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2009/02/hey-yo.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-2726100886062253315</id><published>2009-02-18T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T20:57:21.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TAG REPLIES:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;joyce: linked! ;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;qx: yo. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;alefiyah: happy belated-belated v day too! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cheyenne: aw! thanks woman :) i'm still sad, but life must go on. thanks for everything. and i'll call you if i need help :) promise! :) oh! and i was so shocked when you shouted my name in class! :O everyone turned their heads! hahahah O.O love ya loads! ;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BOBO! :D (Deborah): thanks. its better, but it will hurt once in a while. ahaha. love ya babe! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pauline: high-5, girl! :D haha. and yea, the seldom do it nowadays. people now are materialistic... tsktsk. sad, sad.  :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DENIJAH is still in a very remorseful mood. even if it doesn't show physically :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ciao friends! ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-2726100886062253315?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/2726100886062253315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=2726100886062253315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/2726100886062253315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/2726100886062253315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2009/02/tag-replies-joyce-linked-d-qx-yo.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-6866034742195954635</id><published>2009-02-15T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:03:15.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy belated VALENTINES! :)&lt;br /&gt;i know, i haven't been blogging..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot of things has been happening.. and i'm currently in a remorseful mood. i'm sad, devastated, and feeling quite regretted right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, stick with this sad post for now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime, I just wanna bring this msg across.&lt;br /&gt;IF you think valentines is about giving your loved ones a dozen roses or a box of chocolate...&lt;br /&gt;well, think again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really prefer hand-made cards during love or any other seasons... i guess it express how you feel better to the person, than giving him/her expensive things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ain't saying that i do not like what people give me, I LOVE IT, actually :)&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;but, having to know what the person really feels toward me, is better :)&lt;br /&gt;heh! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiys, i'm feeling really sad. i ain't having valentine blues or anything.. but something devastatingly and shockingly sad happened to 2 impt persons in my life :((&lt;br /&gt;it ain't a burden. its just the feeling of overwhelming sadness with a touch of happiness. that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really sorry if i had to end my post in a sad way :(&lt;br /&gt;i just can't help it : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao friends!&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-6866034742195954635?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/6866034742195954635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=6866034742195954635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/6866034742195954635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/6866034742195954635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-belated-valentines-i-know-i.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-8561145197234143866</id><published>2009-02-06T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:57:36.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think this is super sweet! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;**ATTENTION TO ALL &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WORKAHOLICS&lt;/span&gt; OUT THERE!!! ITS A MUST MUST MUST FOR ALL OF YOU TO READ THIS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone will be inspired by this story! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; SON: 'Daddy, may I ask you a question?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; DAD: 'Yeah sure, what it is?' replied the man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; SON: 'Daddy, how much do you make an hour?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; DAD: 'That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?' the man said angrily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; SON: 'I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; DAD: 'If you must know, I make $50 an hour.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; SON: 'Oh,' the little boy replied, with his head down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; SON: 'Daddy, may I please borrow $25?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; The father was furious, 'If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I don't work hard everyday for such childish frivolities.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down , and started to think: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $25.00 and he really didn't ask for money very often The man went to the door of the little boy's room and opened the door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; 'Are you asleep, son?' He asked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; 'No daddy, I'm awake,' replied the boy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; 'I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier' said the man. 'It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the $25 you asked for.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; The little boy sat straight up, smiling. 'Oh, thank you daddy!' he yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; 'Why do you want more money if you already have some?' the father grumbled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; 'Because I didn't have enough, but now I do,' the little boy replied. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: red;"&gt;'Daddy, I have $50 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: red;"&gt; The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he begged for his forgiveness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(0, 156, 232);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(0, 156, 232);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: fuchsia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: fuchsia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(0, 156, 232);"&gt;It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts. Do remember to share that $50 worth of your time with someone you love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(0, 156, 232);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;BankGothic Md BT&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; color: rgb(0, 156, 232);"&gt; &lt;u&gt;If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of hours&lt;/u&gt;. But the family &amp;amp; friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see? I told you it's sweet! :)&lt;br /&gt;now that you've been inspired, must change and pay more attention to your loved ones whom are more important than your jobs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was sent by my aunt from C.A. :) and i thought i could share it with everybody! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao, friends! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-8561145197234143866?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/8561145197234143866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=8561145197234143866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/8561145197234143866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/8561145197234143866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-think-this-is-super-sweet-attention.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-7144713413233101439</id><published>2009-01-31T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:39:42.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;don't ever trust a person 100%.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;99% is already very big.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the 1% goes to disappointment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't sympathize you guys anymore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we go against their decision all the time,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and yet, you disappoint us again and again...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...and again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;good luck in life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao ppl! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-7144713413233101439?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/7144713413233101439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=7144713413233101439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/7144713413233101439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/7144713413233101439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2009/01/dont-ever-trust-person-100.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-2824710769454402094</id><published>2009-01-29T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T22:12:26.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PAHANG</title><content type='html'>Ok, I know that this is like, super late. but i gotta do this. i have to. i must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, stop exaggerating, denijah. let's get down to business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word to describe this remarkable trip: OSTENTATIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought i'd die cycling 52 km but i was wrong....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the day started. We had to be in school by 6.20am and gotta be on board by 8 or so.... a very loongg ride, i daresay. considering the fact that, our bus broke down in the middle of-- i'd say, nowhere. we waited for a while for the teacher's bus to come and fetch my group, f2. I heard a funny conclusion as to why our bus suddenly broke down.. haha! a log went into the gear of the bus underneath or something. I don't know. but, whatever it is, we are all thankful to reach the destination and be able to feed our grumbling-like-mad stomachs.&lt;br /&gt;set-up our tents.&lt;br /&gt;changed to our-- pjs(?)&lt;br /&gt;slept at around 12-1am(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and unusually, we didn't bathe for the first day (not really gross to the girls who doesn't have their 'p').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up around 6-630. yes, rather tired. but not as much. we warmed up, and get ourselves ready to cycle the frigging 52km route!&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't physically and somewhat mentally prepared for this, i gotta admit. i had leg cramps otw, fortunately, it was bearable... for now. i manage to cycle the 52km route insisting from all the offers made by the trainers for me to board the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta endure the pain and move on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night after we cycled, the pain was overwhelming and became unbearable. i could barely walk that night. parveen and qing xiang had to hold my hands to help me to my feet, and shawal had to carry my VERY heavy luggage up to the campsite. i didn't mean to say the 'f' word, btw. it was due to the overwhelming pain i felt in my legs, that's why i said that word. pardon me. i was limping throughout the night. but thanks to the people who helped me, i was better... i little better. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;showering is the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next day wasn't any difference. my legs were still hurting, and i was still limping. i had to cry the previous night to endure the pain. fortunately for me, after lunch time, or rather, after doing the flying fox and the river crossing, despite the shivering cold water, the pain eased. i had to cross the river twice because of the very strong current. though my body was still on its bad condition, it was managable. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch was frigging cold. not a very good idea to turn on the ceiling fans knowing that we were all wet. so we-- i ate lunch, shivering. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;water rafting was OK. 'course, we'd rather go to the more challenging part of the river than just rowing in a 'peaceful' one, which was level 1. the drill was definitely fun! :) we gotta jump into the water like superman and swim like an 'l' while the current flows with us. :D lucky for me, i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can &lt;/span&gt;swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a very long bus again to the other campsite, and i had to carry my heavy bag which almost cost me to fall from the top of a sandy island. the foods weren't as bad as i thought it would be. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night was cold and so, i decided to go to sleep. snooze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pleasant night. because we get to shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trekking day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going up the mountain, wasn't easy. a lot of detours must be done to avoid yourself to fall. but you know what they say, when you suffer, things gets better. and indeed, its the truth! way up the mountain, you'll be able to see this beautiful landscape full of trees and you'll be able to see the amazingly blue clouds. splendid! i can stay there the whole day! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going down was easier and faster. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no bathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye pahang, hello 8hrs journey to singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss everyone, definitely. i went home with parveen, mrs. ong and ms. yoong. it was quiet in the car. i guess there's nothing much to chitchat about. just so happens that i had to accompany parveen and then, she requested if i could tag along with them, since i live around the neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got home. i was exhausted and smelly. haha! yea. it was unavoidable. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la la&lt;br /&gt;La la la la&lt;br /&gt;Faster 1 (hey-- oi!)&lt;br /&gt;La la la la&lt;br /&gt;La la la la&lt;br /&gt;Faster 1! (hey-- oi!)&lt;br /&gt;We are the best group,&lt;br /&gt;you'll ever see...&lt;br /&gt;here's our F1's cheer!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm faster the number 1 (toot, toot!-- HEY)&lt;br /&gt;i'm faster the super 1 (toot, toot!-- HEY!)&lt;br /&gt;i'm faster the mighty,&lt;br /&gt;i'm faster the quicker,&lt;br /&gt;i'm faster the number oonneeee!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWA!&lt;br /&gt;SWA!&lt;br /&gt;SWA SWA SWA SWA!&lt;br /&gt;swa-si-si&lt;br /&gt;swa-sisi&lt;br /&gt;swa-si-si&lt;br /&gt;swa-sisi&lt;br /&gt;FASTER 1!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*screams!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna give a guess where we got our cheer from? :) (the excludes all the sec 3s who went for pahang! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visit http://fasterhigherstronger09.blogspot.com for pictures and videos! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-2824710769454402094?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/2824710769454402094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=2824710769454402094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/2824710769454402094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/2824710769454402094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2009/01/pahang.html' title='PAHANG'/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-3808792229842136380</id><published>2009-01-26T23:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T00:02:06.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG PEOPLE!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;HELLOHELLOHELLOHELLOHELLOHELLOHELLOHELLO AND HELLO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M BACK TO BUSINESS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;firstly. HAPPY YEAR OF THE OX EVERYONE! :D may you guys have a prosperous new year! more blessings for all! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;gosh! its been what? decades now? :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was away in pahang the previous week, and wasn't in the mood&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to use the computer. that's why i haven't been blogging.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;neither have i been going online. i have no idea what's wrong with me. just not in the mood for any kinds of computer-y stuffs. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! i'll blog what happened today first, before i blog the rest of the things that had happened to me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so, today my dad decided to go and eat at Cold Rock. they actually use a stone to make your ice cream. NOT to eat your ice cream with a stone cup of spoon. ANYWAY. it was nice. recommended :) THERE ARE A LOT OF ANG MOHs AT THAT AREA! :D hm. yes. i spotted a couple of cute, hunky and hottie ones. heh! :) its actually nearby, you know? just around the neighborhood. Its only at buona vista. heh! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT before we reach the place, took mrt! (duh, its pretty far, y'know?)&lt;br /&gt;AND i spotted this good-looking ang moh guy! :D&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't blog about this if its only because of that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE LOOKED LIKE EDWARD CULLEN!! (yes, girls, i give you the permission to SCREAAM!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the train...&lt;br /&gt;me: *taps my sister* eh. the red-haired ang moh guy looks like edward cullen! :D&lt;br /&gt;sis arrys: *stares in space* where?&lt;br /&gt;me: -.- infront of mom!&lt;br /&gt;sis: *stares at the guy* OH YEAAAA!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;me: EHH, don't peak on him like that! hahahaha! you're making it obvious -.- wanna tell mom? :)&lt;br /&gt;sis: okok! *taps mom and whispers into her ears*&lt;br /&gt;mom: huh? you're barely audible!&lt;br /&gt;me: nvm! I'll tell her! -.-&lt;br /&gt;me: *whispers*&lt;br /&gt;mom: *stares at me* you girls... *shakes head* but he's like, super skinny and it seems that he doesn't know how to iron his own shirt! -.-&lt;br /&gt;me: .... who cares about his body! as long as he looks like edward cullen, its fine! *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, change point. same time, same place. one ah gong (granpa) comes in.. stands in front of me, and 'unknowingly' sleeps.. he was super close to me! GOSH! so scary! luckily my mom was there to verbally protect me! thank goodness i have a fierce mom at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: *stares at mom*&lt;br /&gt;mom: *stares at me, then the uncle*&lt;br /&gt;mom: *in a pretty loud voice* hello, uncle, do you wanna take a sit?&lt;br /&gt;uncle: no, nvm, nvm!&lt;br /&gt;me: *stares at them both, speechless*&lt;br /&gt;mom: ok then, mind standing further back? because you are too close to my daughter!&lt;br /&gt;me: *stares with a shocked face. speechless, again.*&lt;br /&gt;uncle: sorry sorry.&lt;br /&gt;me: whoa, mom! you were very fierce! O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*uncle alights**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom: *lectures me*&lt;br /&gt;me: yea.yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. going back to the ang moh guy... he alighted at the same stop as we did! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis and i were walking together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: *turns head 45 degrees* EHH! he's walking right behind meee!!!&lt;br /&gt;sis: you want me to push you to him? *pushes*&lt;br /&gt;me: NO! don't do itttt!!! D:&lt;br /&gt;mom: HEY! Don't play a fool with ang mohs! they can think otherwise!&lt;br /&gt;me and my sis: -.- ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man. seems like i had a long day huh? actually, its more like a BORING day... no malls to go to less hawkers to eat at. haiys. this is what i do not like during cny. but hey! its fun! :D in another way... i mean. haha. i don't know what i'm talking about! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. pictures shall be uploaded soon! (gosh, i think i owe you ppl like 1000000 photos alr! :x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now. i'm sleepy. goodnight! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-3808792229842136380?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/3808792229842136380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=3808792229842136380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/3808792229842136380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/3808792229842136380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2009/01/omg-people-d-hellohellohellohellohelloh.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-4444685781014549987</id><published>2009-01-15T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:26:53.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I haven't realized i didn't update as soon as i had to. haha. my sincere apologies comes along with this post. heh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, like i said, a boring and intensive way of starting school is by reminding us with the 'N' levels coming as well as the 'O's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DUH! Who would wanna graduate &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;fast?! In fact, I still can't believe that i'm already in sec 3!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hm, on the contrary, i'd definitely get used to it. i'm senior-senior and going to be expired-senior soon. gah! whenever i think about that, i'd tend to fret. i ain't ready to leave JUST yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come to think of it, it wasn't so long ago when I was in sec one. having fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'd daresay, that sec one is the BEST year in secondary school life. things were... childish, yet not so stressful. actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lessons for the past days were as... normal, i suppose. boring, at some parts. but hey! i-- we managed to survive. haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH! and just this tuesday, mrs. ong gave us a day off! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONGRATULATIONS&lt;/strong&gt; to the previews sec 4 for the ostentatious grades! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and 4/2 is a very smart-united class! their &lt;strong&gt;average&lt;/strong&gt; L1R5 is BELOW 10!!!! gosh! smart people!!! hahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and that day, i went out with dela, samuel, dandan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; and yan ling! :D haha! FOC! ;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291526418103620018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SW9HPdapUbI/AAAAAAAAAPs/0rSPl-KdG44/s320/neoprint_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha! thx for the-- TREAT! ;D hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'll pay you guys back, don't worry :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;that's all for now. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;toodles, people! ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-4444685781014549987?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/4444685781014549987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=4444685781014549987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/4444685781014549987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/4444685781014549987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-havent-realized-i-didnt-update-as.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SW9HPdapUbI/AAAAAAAAAPs/0rSPl-KdG44/s72-c/neoprint_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-2041632182303626239</id><published>2009-01-03T18:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T20:14:34.142+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flattered.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gah! school has already started and it was seriously boringggg!!! -.-&lt;br /&gt;talktalktalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our form-teachers are pretty strict (dunno how to laugh not even smile with us) -.-&lt;br /&gt;haiys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed the class though. pretty quiet actually. i mean, the guys have gone really matured (YES! YOU HEARD ME!). quite playful, but yet, grown up. HAHA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSLs went for the sec one orientation and the choralists went for choir afterwards (WTHHH!!!). we were all exhausted, okay? it wasn't easy going around the school and then going for something boring afterwards. my legs hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;thanks for the greetings:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;curie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;desiree(correct me if i'm wrong!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;delaloye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;uncle vic and family,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;mr. oh! -- yes, i totally forgot your greetings! hahaha! x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;madi(sp? :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;laressa&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;heh! :)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;thanks a lot for the greetings! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVES! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGG!! do you still rmb emily khang? (or however you spell her name) from SI? :)&lt;br /&gt;i went to have free voice lesson with her today:)&lt;br /&gt;and guess what? she complimented me!!!:D&lt;br /&gt;i felt so flattered! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you have good features and you're very pretty"&lt;br /&gt;"i'm sure when you fix yourself up, you'll look definitely pretty!"&lt;br /&gt;"look pretty-sweet on the day of the compt."&lt;br /&gt;"you're very talented"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOAA! i've nver believed in myself like that. but hey! :D she even called me just to tell me what to wear on my competition day! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're reading this, i wanna say THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;i MUST win the S$1500!!! that's a lot of money to go shopping, yoo!! :D&lt;br /&gt;but of course i'd save some! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttyl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao friends! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SOO FLATTERED! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-2041632182303626239?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/2041632182303626239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=2041632182303626239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/2041632182303626239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/2041632182303626239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2009/01/gah-school-has-already-started-and-it.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-1047320552280074781</id><published>2008-12-31T21:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T22:10:15.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, friendster was under maintenance, so, i didn't get to know who greeted me! :)&lt;br /&gt;but, when i opened it, i found THESE people who bothered to greet mee!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank you for your greetings:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ridzwan,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;rasi!,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cienel (from ph!) :)- thanks for rmb, babe! ;D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;aunt carla,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;valerie(psl)- thanks a lot! :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;maghera, - haha! thanksss! :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and today:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;kahkeng(kkk!)- the first one to greet me on 31st! :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;izzudin!- wth! hahahha xDD what suckish day!!!? XDD thankss! :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;jillian! :D- thanks for rmb, babe! :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cheyenne! :D- thanks for making the time to greet me, woman! ily! :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really thankful that you guys remembered my special day, and bothered greeting me! :)&lt;br /&gt;you have no idea :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's new year's eve! and i would like to know your new year's resolution! :D &lt;u&gt;share it with me!!!! :)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mine would be... I won't procrastinate as much as i did this year.you see, i delayed a lot of pictures this year. hahaha. so sorry. i still couldn't upload it, YET. my other pc kinda spoilt and my phone's not working. i de-graded my phone, in short. so, your patience will be appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my uncle from n.y.c came over with my aunt! :D we had tons of funn!! :)&lt;br /&gt;my uncle treat us like mad! D: shopping,eating--restaurants, almost everything! :D PLUS he gave us $$ during xmas!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love him to the core! he bought the billabong bag i wanted for my bday gift! :D hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU, UNCLEEE!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that should be my post for THIS YEAR! :D&lt;br /&gt;the only thing missing are the photos i'm supposed to upload :)&lt;br /&gt;that should SOON!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;forget the past, look forward in the future! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that's what i always say when the end of the year comes! :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE 2008,&lt;br /&gt;HELLO 2009!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR'S EVE, EVERYBODY!!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-1047320552280074781?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/1047320552280074781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=1047320552280074781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/1047320552280074781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/1047320552280074781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2008/12/yesterday-friendster-was-under.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-4660704151490261583</id><published>2008-12-30T22:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:54:43.625+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday.credits'/><title type='text'>BIRTHDAY :D</title><content type='html'>TODAY'S THE ACTUAL DAY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BDAY TO ME! ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank you for greeting:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mom,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dad,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sis,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bro,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;shimin,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;shafiqah,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;rahayu,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;guo wei,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;jeffrey,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ranjanni,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ANDREW! (HAPPY BDAY TO YOU TOO! :D)- our bday falls on the same day! ;D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;jude,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;daniel,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nadia,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cheryl,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;valerie-2/8,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;joseph,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;valerie- TAS,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sharifah,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;jasmine,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;amy,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sarah-psl,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;zul,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;samantha,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mei yunn,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;melissa-TC :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;jordy(my bro's friend),&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hazel (from siglap icon),&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;farzira,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;aunt ching,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;aunt laraine,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;aunt gi,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;uncle benjie (and family),&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;uncle lan,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;uncle vic,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;joanna(from ph),&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;michelle tan,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;yanling,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;karen(optic point),&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;qing xiang,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the list will &lt;em&gt;continue&lt;/em&gt; in the next post of mine! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks again, people! :D you have no idea how touched was i when i recieved ALL your greetings! be it in sms, friendster or facebook or msn or ym! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks manymany! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVES! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-4660704151490261583?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/4660704151490261583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=4660704151490261583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/4660704151490261583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/4660704151490261583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2008/12/todays-actual-day-d-happy-bday-to-me.html' title='BIRTHDAY :D'/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-8210775945682653774</id><published>2008-12-29T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T20:52:13.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gah! I haven't been updating for a long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, my  blog really suck right now. I can't imagine you people coming over waiting for any updates about my daily life style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I was away. I've been busy touring my uncle (as mentioned from my previous post), around sg. I'd say that this is the best xmas I've had in 2-3 years since i came here. we went shopping and eating all around. But, obviously, not with our money. hahaha. more like with my uncle's. I got iPod shuffle as my xmas present from him. and billabong bag as my bday present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! haha. i do not have my cheque up intill now. and yea, it IS annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as long as i have 500bucks to spend, i'd definitely feel fine.&lt;br /&gt;hehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad part is, they're leaving tmr alr! :( 12midnight. yes, pretty sad, huh? its been a while since i've seen my uncle. it sure ain't easy coming home without anything to give to everybody. its quite pricey, i'd say. you have to spend over a thousand dollars for you to be able to go back home. FYI, that doesn't include the plane tickets yet. pretty stressing, in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES! Mdm. AMALINA is out (Training Comm) teacher! :)  a more edible teacher, i'd have to say. =x hehe. they were pretty scared, actually. haha. they asked everybody to tuck in because she's coming for the GM. heh (: she's a (ahem) nice teacher, actually. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH! I love this song "When I Grow Up" By Pussycat Dolls! its hotttttt!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURES TO BE UPLOADED SOON! :)**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-8210775945682653774?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/8210775945682653774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=8210775945682653774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/8210775945682653774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/8210775945682653774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2008/12/gah-i-havent-been-updating-for-long.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-9024303332760115170</id><published>2008-12-25T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T00:37:51.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this season's as ostentatious as your previous xmases! :)&lt;br /&gt;PRESENTS'LL BE AFTER XMAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't gotten my chueque up to now, so, be patient, yea? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 'tis the season to give SOME love to the others.. if you know what i mean? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that means your enemies! (if you have one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, i'm talking nonsense now. haha. that's because i just drank a glass of champagne.&lt;br /&gt;haha. a very redundant joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the first time i ever volunteered myself to drink! :)&lt;br /&gt;muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update you guys later. i'm baking cookies and brownies right now.&lt;br /&gt;so... TOODLES! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my BEST xmas ever! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my aunt and uncle from n.y.c will be coming over later. i bet that they're both excited! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YA PEOPLE! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao, friends! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-9024303332760115170?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/9024303332760115170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=9024303332760115170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/9024303332760115170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/9024303332760115170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-everybody-i-hope-this.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-7470924080242703069</id><published>2008-12-19T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T21:20:23.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AH! Yes. I suddenly remembered that i was-- I AM supposed to update...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,yesterday was TC meeting. They ordered Mac Breakfast and things started to get insane! hahaha. Jillian was really hillarious. Ranjanni is really full of non-sense. And I, was there, reading my book quietly while the rest goes crazy and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the meeting, we headed down to the playground nearby (not the one at the bubble tea shop, its, the &lt;em&gt;other &lt;/em&gt;side). We cam-whored, a lot. and I oh-so loved jillian's camera! :D it takes lovely photos. like duh. its not a digicam, that's why. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thereafter, i accompanied cheyenne to Orchard :) We went to The Heeren to change emily(?). emily was defective, so we went to replace another new one. We simply talked, talked, and talked even more.. that we didn't even realized, the clock was ticking. haha. it was fun being with her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;THANKS A LOT FOR THE LUNCH, WOMAN! :D&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went home around 4-4.30?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that was the end of yesterday ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;crystal and jade met! OMG! :D hahahaha! x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now, PHOTOS soon! this time 'round, I MEAN IT! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao, friends! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-7470924080242703069?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/7470924080242703069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=7470924080242703069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/7470924080242703069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/7470924080242703069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2008/12/ah-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-9212469399951571374</id><published>2008-12-18T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T22:36:38.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"an overwhelming feeling of bewilderness is piercing through me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can't be lonely as i used to be, now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i can't help to think whether i'm sure of what i'm doing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love you, but something seems to be stopping me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pamper me with your love even more!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nice? (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i have no idea whose quote is this from, but i think its nice ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;UPDATES SOON! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ciao friends :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-9212469399951571374?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/9212469399951571374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=9212469399951571374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/9212469399951571374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/9212469399951571374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2008/12/overwhelming-feeling-of-bewilderness-is.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-7575039682783714484</id><published>2008-12-15T19:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:00:10.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YOOO!!! :D I have tons of things to update you, BUT, first thing's first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you imagine me with STRAIGHT HAIR?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was this fashion show held at heeren yesterday. My sister I had to wake up early in the morning, just so not to be late. Apparently, my sis and i were. Fortunately, some other models were still busy doing their hair and make up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some were 'whoa! look at the hair goin'!' some were common, like mine... the hairdressers kinda had a difficult time to do my hair. they said that i have a lot of baby hairsssssss. Well, its been there ever since, so, I can't do much. And, I can also sense that things were pretty intense. I can see from this girl's face that she was stressed, but, keeping her cool. The rest of us were just chillin, as if nothing important's gonna happened. I think its because, if we were to panic, things'll get worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Knowing that you'll be ramping in front of a lot of strangers, was an-- well-- indescribable feeling, for me. It felt kinda weird... perhaps its because this isn't the first time i'll be on stage doing something...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why, but, for me, it wasn't nerve wracking at all! I just went out there and stepped up to the plate. There wasn't much spectators either. Neither there was runway for us to walk, actually. Heeren is a small shopping mall, so, they had this rounded stage with bands AND models using it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Backstage was pretty intense too. We had to queue a long line. We were tired, actually. DUH, obviously because of the HIGH-HEELS we were using. Some were even wearing 3 INCHES! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't imagine myself wearing heels more than 2.5 inches!&lt;/em&gt; I thought to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The spectators were pretty dead, honestly. Not as enthusiastic. &lt;em&gt;We &lt;/em&gt;had to scream to keep the spirit up inside. If not, it'd be DREADFUL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok. Enough of this long wordie post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PICTURES! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279994687319478242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SUZPMYmgj-I/AAAAAAAAANc/2uELQz7fNVA/s320/Photo0429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279994690210789794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SUZPMjX2eaI/AAAAAAAAANs/vLVNNmfz-FU/s320/Photo0431.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279995960400642946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SUZQWfMtg4I/AAAAAAAAAOE/-inUdLTxnWc/s320/Photo0436.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279995964369786546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SUZQWt_B1rI/AAAAAAAAAOM/njlvZWNGLJc/s320/Photo0437.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279996326884709058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SUZQr0dUksI/AAAAAAAAAOs/hT-yy5EPxEM/s320/Photo0441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279996333057315602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SUZQsLc_ExI/AAAAAAAAAO0/66UJfZiBlJ0/s320/Photo0442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279995972178579602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SUZQXLEykJI/AAAAAAAAAOc/LWI-bAH0368/s320/Photo0440.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279995966579456178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SUZQW2N2uLI/AAAAAAAAAOU/pPsao6kkpDc/s320/Photo0439.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279996334323177362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SUZQsQKyl5I/AAAAAAAAAO8/k9P3nrO4Z4k/s320/Photo0444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279996343601664402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SUZQsyu9EZI/AAAAAAAAAPE/a_HBNJlYorg/s320/Photo0445.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279996342873344946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SUZQswBTy7I/AAAAAAAAAPM/GCHSAvc1F3Q/s320/Photo0446.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279996660374696578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SUZQ_Ozh8oI/AAAAAAAAAPU/BUjrFDaBZBw/s320/Photo0447.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279996660540785682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SUZQ_PbIRBI/AAAAAAAAAPc/5KwrvAJlp1w/s320/Photo0448.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279996661535342146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SUZQ_TIP_kI/AAAAAAAAAPk/p2EHFmlwXhQ/s320/Photo0452.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know. It was unfair not to be able to have a shot of me on stage. My sis was-- never mind. Anyway, that's all for now, I'll update you the rest SOON, okay? :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ciao, friends! ;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-7575039682783714484?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/7575039682783714484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=7575039682783714484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/7575039682783714484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/7575039682783714484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2008/12/yooo-d-i-have-tons-of-things-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SUZPMYmgj-I/AAAAAAAAANc/2uELQz7fNVA/s72-c/Photo0429.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-8510744949813125629</id><published>2008-12-10T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:25:08.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so worried. I can't reach you. Where in SINGAPORE are you?! You promised you'd meet me, but then again, it didn't happen. ARGH! I've been calling you for only goodness know how many times, yet, you can't be reached! Nor did you reply in my sms. I'm worried like mad nowww!!! )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where you are! pleaseee?!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1_883676715l.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/1_883676715l.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE RIGHT BACK, PEOPLE! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i'm back, i'll upload photos and update you people! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, see ya soon! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao friends :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-8510744949813125629?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/8510744949813125629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=8510744949813125629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/8510744949813125629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/8510744949813125629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-so-worried.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-4222376263570831499</id><published>2008-12-06T20:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T21:21:44.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gosh! I am soo sorry for the lack of updates! I know i don't blog as often as I used to. *Apologizes manymany!*. Just that, I really intend to get lazy nowadays.. There's nothing much happening to me. Compared when you're in school with your crazy friends doing crazy/hillarious/stupid stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss them many many already!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wouldn't be posting photos for now. Long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on... Remember the last time I told you that I went for two things? The audition from my workshop and a singing competition? Well. I have no idea what's happening for the first one. Whilst for the second one, I manage to-- WIN! :D YES, I WON! And if I'm not wrong, this is my first competition ever. I sang 'How Do I Live' by Lee Ann Rimes and 'I'll Stand By You' by Carrie Underwood. I couldn't find the minus one for 'I'll Stand By You', so, I sang it in acapella. The most amazing-- well, not saying amazing, but more like surprizing, is that, it wasn't as nerve-wracking! I thought it would be, but, it wasn't. I think performing in front of the whole school cohort is more scary than competing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have my final-finals next month, 10January. AND I also have vocal lessons with some i-don't-know workshop for FREE! PLUS, I won $500! Isn't that awesome or what? DUH. 'course I'm spending it! For school books/stuffs, gifts, SHOPPING!(like who wouldn't when you have that amount of $_$?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH. Christmas is just around the corner, and I have to give presents to A LOT of people! Its uncountable. Ok. Maybe not. But if I were to list everybody, it would be... A LOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I don't really mind giving them presents, because I'm pretty sure that they'd give me too! :D muahahahaha!! x-change gifts! xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I'll have bbq with the PSLs at Delaloye's house! :D So cool! I'm really looking forward to it! :) I bet it'd be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, people. Save another story for another day... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao, friends! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-4222376263570831499?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/4222376263570831499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=4222376263570831499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/4222376263570831499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/4222376263570831499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2008/12/gosh-i-am-soo-sorry-for-lack-of-updates.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-6618341592351671135</id><published>2008-12-03T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:59:59.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This post will be bombarded with a lot of survey-ed questions! Don't hesitate to give your feedbacks regarding this post. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no knowledge whether this particular survey is a fact or simply lie. Of course, I'd hope its true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are A Good Friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindoffriendareyouquiz/good-friend.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're always willing to listen to your friends.&lt;br /&gt;And you're the first to lend a shoulder to cry on.&lt;br /&gt;You're there through thick and thin. You won't stop being friends with someone when times are tough.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, you're such a good friend that many people consider you their "best friend"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatkindoffriendareyouquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Friend Are You?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Pretty Happy Being Single&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouhappybeingsinglequiz/single-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a full, fun life. And you definitely don't need love to be content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, being single can get you down a little. Especially when you've been single for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know how to be patient and wait for the right person. You're life is too good to settle for anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/areyouhappybeingsinglequiz/"&gt;Are You Happy Being Single?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Physical Flirt Level: 30%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouaphysicalflirtquiz/flirt-1.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't a physical flirt. If anything, you tend to be a bit cold, physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a good chance that you don't enjoy touching people... or being touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while there's nothing wrong with how you are, you may be sending people the wrong message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So give a hug or pat on the back every now and then. Even if you aren't trying to flirt, it will make you seem friendlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/areyouaphysicalflirtquiz/"&gt;Are You a Physical Flirt?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGooosh! This is unbelievable! Can you imagine, &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; speaking in Hokkien?! Hillarious! People from this country will definitely laugh at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Hong Kong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcountryareyouquiz/hongkong.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a hard worker and good at making money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wealth, reputation, and prestige are very important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thrive in an cutting edge, energetic environment. You play to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though you're competitive and a bit ruthless, you are still well mannered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatcountryareyouquiz/"&gt;What Country Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Follow Christianity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatreligionshouldyoubequiz/christianity.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believe in the Holy Trinity, and that Jesus walked the earth as the son of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also believe that all people sin and that God will forgive you for your sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your relationship with God is very important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You strengthen your faith through prayer, worship, and Bible study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatreligionshouldyoubequiz/"&gt;What Religion Should You Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's save another story for another day, shall we? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had fun READING all these survey-ed questions! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao, frieds! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-6618341592351671135?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/6618341592351671135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=6618341592351671135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/6618341592351671135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/6618341592351671135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-post-will-be-bombarded-with-lot-of.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-1626541021275329286</id><published>2008-12-02T20:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T20:50:49.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YES, I know. I was-- well, I AM supposed to be updating... hell, yea! but, when I the feeling of lazyness better yet, procrastination strikes upon me, I'd ought not to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My competition is this friday already, and I haven't really gotten enough 'self practice'. Simply because, I basically have no 'self dicipline' (?). I don't even bother reading the books I borrowed from the library either! ARGH! I have no idea whatsoever why or WHAT is wrong with me nowadays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I noticed that I had grammar error from my previous post. So, lemme correct that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know its ugly, &lt;s&gt;neither&lt;/s&gt; &lt;strong&gt;however&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know if you can see it clear enough... so, i took a couple of shots :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE, done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been playing this game called "SHADOW OPS RED MERCURY". And (I can't believe that I'm saying this but...) it's awesome! :D It's just like "Time Crisis 4" though quite different. But hey! It's still a shooting game! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocking, eh? YES, I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; play "Time Crisis 4"! But, this is my first time playing the other game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gees, I missed my school friends! :(&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hang out with them, but I can't! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents says unanimous NO! :(&lt;br /&gt;REALLY sad :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED A FOOT SPAAAAAA!!!!!! The sole of my feet are seriously dry that my skin is totally peeling offf!!!&lt;br /&gt;mommy! Can we go to spa?! pretty please!? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I needa boyfrieeeeeeeeeeeeeendddddd!!!!!! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wth, since when did I become SOO desperate?! -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-1626541021275329286?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/1626541021275329286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=1626541021275329286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/1626541021275329286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/1626541021275329286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2008/12/yes-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-5778287257045586559</id><published>2008-11-28T20:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T23:23:04.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BACK TO MY OLD SELF--- AGAIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, my blog is back-to-boredom again...&lt;br /&gt;my dad will always ask me to turn off my pc whenever the clock strikes 12-1am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? The feeling of shitty-ness is back (repeats) AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;how many times must i repeat the word 'again'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on... I wanna update you about what have I been up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may upload randomly, because its a lot more than what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, and did I mention that I'm burnt? I'm like darkydarkdark noww.&lt;br /&gt;OMG, I feel like peeling of my skin! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my newly darkydarkdark skin, yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its ugly, neither do I know if you can see it clear enough.. so, i took a couple of shots. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0330.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0331.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0333.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0334.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0335.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0336.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0337.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0338.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0338.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt: Never go dragon boating/beach gaming without putting sunblock/protection. You'll end up getting sunburnt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had psl camp last just a couple of days ago.. It was 4days 3nights camp. I had fun, actually.. and the night walk was really not scary at all! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funniest station: sihui's, yu xian's and jc's station. The two girls will just scream at you whilst shooting with a water gun -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and btw, they also told me i'm really brave! :)&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;actually, there's nothing to be scared about...&lt;br /&gt;erm, if you'd think like me, you'd understand why.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scariest station: samuel liew's and amy's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean 'scariest'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0329.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0329.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0329.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0329.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0326.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the supposedly 'candid' shot of yu xian, sihui and james. apparently, it was dark..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0325.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i borrowed this from khaizal :) *thanks* anyway, i think this pair of glasses are cool! B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0324.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0321.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to upload the rest..&lt;br /&gt;i'll upload it, if i can, tomorrow! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SENTOSA TRIP WITH CHOIRFRIENDS! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself 'awesome! I'll be totally late!!!' -.-&lt;br /&gt;YES! I was late!!!&lt;br /&gt;for how long? 1 freaking HOURR!!! can you believe that i missed that one hour of fun, laughter and joy?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it rained and the shower room was freaking crowded!!!&lt;br /&gt;best part was, the girls took their own freaking sweet time to bathe!&lt;br /&gt;can't they at least bathe for 10 min utmost?&lt;br /&gt;wth! the queue was long enough to last forever, okay!&lt;br /&gt;some people even mentioned that the toilet that we used was the fastest.&lt;br /&gt;'course. although i spent the longest time bathing between the four of us.. but hey!&lt;br /&gt;compared to the rest, i'm fast enough! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0284.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0285.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0286.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0287.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0288.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0288.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0289.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0290.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0291.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0292.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0293.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0295.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0295.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0296.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0296.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEA, man! half way done! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'll be auditioning for a commercial on monday and going to WWW on monday too!&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow will be our recording...&lt;br /&gt;...and on friday is the finals of the competition i joint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was qualified for the finals! can you believe that?&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't expecting it though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a singing competition, asusual.. and they told me to dress up properly! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;i wore my swimming outfit during the audition, that's why! xD&lt;br /&gt;not bikini! more on like shirt and shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the commercial, however, not a clue for what, but i'll find out tomorrow! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0282.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, random pic! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more updates tomorrow, if i can. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao, friends! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-5778287257045586559?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/5778287257045586559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=5778287257045586559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/5778287257045586559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/5778287257045586559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-to-my-old-self-again-i-know-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-5240315176796936841</id><published>2008-11-20T11:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T11:28:37.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>upate sooon! promise! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, another--well, you judge--guy online..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from UK and (fine, gotta say this)he's a hottie! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=4066673413a4870724679l.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/4066673413a4870724679l.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;(he started the convo, then, got dc, so this is the other half)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DENIJAH : ): says:&lt;br /&gt;yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J Lewis says:&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DENIJAH : ): says:&lt;br /&gt;sorry, got dc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DENIJAH : ): says:&lt;br /&gt;you were saying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J Lewis says:&lt;br /&gt;its k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J Lewis says:&lt;br /&gt;jus tht ur fit lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DENIJAH : ): says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DENIJAH : ): says:&lt;br /&gt;not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DENIJAH : ): says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J Lewis says:&lt;br /&gt;u are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J Lewis says:&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DENIJAH : ): says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DENIJAH : ): says:&lt;br /&gt;thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DENIJAH : ): says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J Lewis says:&lt;br /&gt;i wud lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DENIJAH : ): says:&lt;br /&gt;would what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J Lewis says:&lt;br /&gt;kiss u lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DENIJAH : ): says:&lt;br /&gt;lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DENIJAH : ): says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J Lewis says:&lt;br /&gt;wud u lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DENIJAH : ): says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-5240315176796936841?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/5240315176796936841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=5240315176796936841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/5240315176796936841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/5240315176796936841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2008/11/upate-sooon-promise-anyway-another-well.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-428229978274773215</id><published>2008-11-18T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T21:53:10.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey ppl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the lack of updates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROMISE! Soon, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming up next:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;online sutors(this is riddiculously, hideous!)&lt;br /&gt;work @ Popular Bookfest(damn, no customer in a while!)&lt;br /&gt;my bro's bday (though, there ain't a photo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-428229978274773215?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/428229978274773215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=428229978274773215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/428229978274773215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/428229978274773215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey-ppl-sorry-for-lack-of-updates.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-3152826538002192638</id><published>2008-11-15T15:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T22:51:59.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; YESTERDAY...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;An additional WEIRDO guy.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? Guys can be seriously very weird. And when i say very weird, i mean VERY weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like another guy online saying this. flattering, but not as pleasant.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;paul Dela Cruz: hi&lt;br /&gt;paul Dela Cruz: imiss you&lt;br /&gt;paul Dela Cruz: hi nissy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Nissy Santiago: hi..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;paul Dela Cruz: r u pilipina?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Nissy Santiago: yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;paul Dela Cruz: can u ciew ur cam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nissy Santiago: erm...&lt;br /&gt;Nissy Santiago: why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;paul Dela Cruz: gusto kita makita&lt;br /&gt;paul Dela Cruz: ok lang ba?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nissy Santiago: oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;paul Dela Cruz: can u view ur cam?&lt;br /&gt;paul Dela Cruz: your sa beautifull&lt;br /&gt;paul Dela Cruz: how ol r u?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nissy Santiago: &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;in my teens&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nissy Santiago: &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;18..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Nissy Santiago: how old are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;paul Dela Cruz: do u hve bf?&lt;br /&gt;paul Dela Cruz: can u view again yur cam?&lt;br /&gt;paul Dela Cruz: its not available can u try it again?&lt;br /&gt;paul Dela Cruz: can u speak tagalog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Nissy Santiago: yep.&lt;br /&gt;Nissy Santiago: buy not as fluent.. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;paul Dela Cruz: yur cam is not avail again?&lt;br /&gt;paul Dela Cruz: ahhh&lt;br /&gt;paul Dela Cruz: u now mahal kita? (mahal kita- i love you)&lt;br /&gt;paul Dela Cruz:&lt;br /&gt;BUZZ!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Nissy Santiago: oh&lt;br /&gt;Nissy Santiago: how old are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;paul Dela Cruz: im 26&lt;br /&gt;paul Dela Cruz: yur my friend in fs&lt;br /&gt;paul Dela Cruz: look my fs&lt;br /&gt;paul Dela Cruz: paulcute_0707@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;paul Dela Cruz: wers ur cam nissy&lt;br /&gt;paul Dela Cruz: *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;paul Dela Cruz: *kisses*&lt;br /&gt;BUZZ!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Nissy Santiago: sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;paul Dela Cruz: y \?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Nissy Santiago: erm, it's i think, unplugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;paul Dela Cruz: busy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nissy Santiago: not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;paul Dela Cruz: ahh&lt;br /&gt;paul Dela Cruz: so u cant view yur cam?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nissy Santiago: yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;paul Dela Cruz: grrrr&lt;br /&gt;paul Dela Cruz: joke&lt;br /&gt;paul Dela Cruz: hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;paul Dela Cruz: im think im inlov&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nissy Santiago: oh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;paul Dela Cruz: yaes&lt;br /&gt;paul Dela Cruz: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Nissy Santiago: we just met online, and you're already saying that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;paul Dela Cruz: noh&lt;br /&gt;paul Dela Cruz: not you&lt;br /&gt;paul Dela Cruz: im inlov in your picture&lt;br /&gt;paul Dela Cruz: hehehehe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nissy Santiago: right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;paul Dela Cruz: do u hav bf?&lt;br /&gt;paul Dela Cruz: im single&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nissy Santiago: ermm...&lt;br /&gt;Nissy Santiago: i think that's too personal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;paul Dela Cruz: noh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nissy Santiago: i mean, we just met online and everything, so yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;paul Dela Cruz: i only asking&lt;br /&gt;paul Dela Cruz: bcoz i want to aply as a bf to u&lt;br /&gt;paul Dela Cruz: just kidding&lt;br /&gt;paul Dela Cruz: but its true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the spooky part: he said i look like his &lt;em&gt;dead &lt;/em&gt;sister!!!! DD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bites lips*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, really creepy!&lt;br /&gt;he said that's the reason why he so called 'fell' in love with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sushsh! soooo scary!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the gary guy, still calls me love! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTFFF??!!! It seriously buggs mee! x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's with me that just brings these guys from coming. wl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheekopeks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOS, TELL ME WHAT TO DOOO!!! :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta be polite at the same time as well. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUGGESTIONSS?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Singapore Popular Bookfest 2008! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268895164728976274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SR7gPIxxo5I/AAAAAAAAANE/vtja4QC1TAg/s320/bookfest2008.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yea! the picture says it all! I'm &lt;em&gt;working&lt;/em&gt; @ the Singapore Popular Bookfest! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so, if you ever need new spectacles, you can find me at the Optic Point booth which is near the exit/cashier a! :D I atleast expect some financial friendship :P heehee! so, do come down!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You'll see me there from tuesday onwards!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;buy coupons from me, and only me! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HEHE. there're a lot of promoters this time 'round.. so, yea...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anyway, look out for me, yea?! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;toodles ppl! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ciao!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-3152826538002192638?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/3152826538002192638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=3152826538002192638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/3152826538002192638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/3152826538002192638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-know-what-guys-can-be-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SR7gPIxxo5I/AAAAAAAAANE/vtja4QC1TAg/s72-c/bookfest2008.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-5938102440657110641</id><published>2008-11-13T18:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:27:42.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't think i'll upload the rest of the photos. It's too many. I'll select some that are nice. I have yet to upload the rest.. so, you gotta watch out for it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph's bday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00356.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00356.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scholars' Induction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00381.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00381.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00382.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00382.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00389.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00389.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00394.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00394.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00395.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00395.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0187-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0187-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0188-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0188-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0189-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0189-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0190-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0190-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00401.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00401.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00408.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00408.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00409.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00409.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0191-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0191-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0192-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0192-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0193-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0193-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before choir, we went for the feng shan primary visitors! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0195.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0195.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0196.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0196.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir Concert! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0198.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0198.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0199.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0199.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0200.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0200.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0201.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0201.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0202.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0202.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0203.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0203.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0205.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0205.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0209.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0209.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=S6300491-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300491-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH YEAH! 3/4 done posting about my past few days's eventss! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more about it tomorrow! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao, friends! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-5938102440657110641?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/5938102440657110641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=5938102440657110641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/5938102440657110641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/5938102440657110641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-dont-think-ill-upload-rest-of-photos.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-800405304311491502</id><published>2008-11-12T21:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:31:29.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is the continuation from my previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, YESTERDAY, we had CHOIR CONCERT!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was AMAZINGG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, we don't really get a chance to do it as often... so yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, i had a very bad headache before and during the performance. i was like 'this just never get any better!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, can you believe that the spectators asked for 3 encores?!?!?! OMG! I bet they only wanted the 'say a lil prayer' song. that's why. in which, we actually did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after choir, i had dinner with steph, amanda, jolene and deborah! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fun! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of us crapped A LOT! :D&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh as well as cam-whored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=CopyofS6300462.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/CopyofS6300462.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=CopyofS6300464.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/CopyofS6300464.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=CopyofS6300465.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/CopyofS6300465.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=CopyofS6300467.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/CopyofS6300467.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=CopyofS6300468.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/CopyofS6300468.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=S6300462.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300462.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=S6300464.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300464.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=S6300465.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300465.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=S6300467.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300467.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=S6300468.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300468.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=S6300469.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300469.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=S6300470.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300470.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=S6300474.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300474.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=S6300475.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300475.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=S6300478.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300478.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=S6300481.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300481.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks sis and dad for coming! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=S6300482.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300482.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=S6300483.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300483.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*coughs* caleb gave mich a small bouquet of flower after concert! :D how sweet?! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;when you look me in the eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=S6300484.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300484.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABI! :D haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=S6300485.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300485.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE TWO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said: eh! take again take again. i wanna see my hair!&lt;br /&gt;me: right -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=S6300486.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300486.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=S6300487.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300487.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=S6300488.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300488.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=S6300489.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300489.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=S6300490.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300490.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our conductors Mr. Darius Lim and Miss Ho! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=S6300492.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300492.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=S6300493.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300493.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=S6300494.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300494.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=S6300495.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300495.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our conductors and teachers! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=S6300496.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300496.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adari: here you go, your spastic face! enjoy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=S6300497.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300497.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone was screaming -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=S6300500.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300500.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;julian: thanks for shaking the camera! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=S6300498.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300498.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem, our vietnamese. ahaha! :D they complimented him. they said he was looking good! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=S6300499.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300499.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;julian shook the camera. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOONG (say his name in falsetto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=S6300501.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300501.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=S6300502.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300502.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel, our pianist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=S6300503.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300503.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=S6300504.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300504.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORALISTS! WE DID A TREMENDOUS JOB! *CLAPS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not done yet. so, you've got to watch out for the third part! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights friends! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-800405304311491502?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/800405304311491502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=800405304311491502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/800405304311491502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/800405304311491502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-continuation-from-my-previous.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-1213588574315553701</id><published>2008-11-10T20:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T12:15:24.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok. You've got to really brace yourself because it's going to be a hell of a longggggggg postt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start on the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5th nov!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated Steph's bday! :D HAPPY BDAY :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met amanda and steph in school to go to parkway at 1030 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was going to be late! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, I'm a turtle in the morning. I really dress up quite slowly.. ok, depends actually. if its something urgent, obviously, i'd have to rush to change -.- but when its like last minute call and not so impt, I'll usually wake up late. NOT on purpose! okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we ate at Jack's place and I spent about $$10.30. it was a set meal and its not so bad. although the steak steph and i ate was actually weird... becaue of the red wine sauce, but hey! I finished the whole thing because it was really exx!! $$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, we walked around for a bit and then, steph went to buy rasi's food so amanda and i headed to the bakery to buy steph's bday cake! :) it was her selection, actually. and we didn't wanna let her know to keep her on suspense :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way back to school, the rain began. after that, HEAVY rain poured!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were like "how great! we didn't bring umbrella! -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. steph also said "y'know what, woman, amanda brings her umbrella at the wrong time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: hahaha (sarcasm) ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half-way to the school, the rain stopped on that area, further down the road, the area near to school, the rain was damn heavy!!! (OMG!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, we asked ranjanni to come down and fetch us :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wee! we got wet, but not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; wet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS JANNI! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEPH, I OWE YOU BDAY PRESENT, AS WELL AS JAZREEL, TEDDY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after choir, jolene, amanda k, rasi, steph and i went under the void-deck to celebrate steph's bday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so unique, right?! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asusual, we are playful ppl so, jolene, espcially, started to have 'fun!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ranjanni: I don't wanna eat the cake already. thanks to jolene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolene: why me? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ranjanni: heehee(sarcastically) look at how you eat, who wouldn't be disgussted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolene: *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa, we played like crazy people. i was there laughing all through out! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0164.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0165.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0166.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph's cake! :D the bottom part was really yummy because of the wafer! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0167.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7th Novermber Healthy Lifestyle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally broke MY own record, for the basketball booth at Time Zone! :D I scored 77! HA. Duh, obviously, it's still counted as 'lousy' but, hey! :D it wasn't so bad. My arms were really tired after shooting the ball simultaneously to the ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an AWESOME event! :) I hope we'll have it again next year! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0168.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0169.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0170.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0171.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0172.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0173.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0174.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0175.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0176.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0177.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0178.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0179.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0180.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at their shoes! THIS IS WHAT WE CALL UNITY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0181.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0182.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiona Xie stopped by as well! got a chance to see her upclose too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just wondering, why is it that they must take care of her exaggerately? :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, she should know how to take care of herself too, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0183.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my TAS friends who joined the Teenage Icon as well! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0184.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0185.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0186.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8th-9th November--- Scholar's Induction! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEA man! It was a really fun activity! I didn't know that scholars will be so enthusiastic about the race, as well as the other activities in lined with them! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were all so cute and friendly! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I already miss them! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first day was quite hard for me.. Because only the china scholars came. So, my group were all chinese and i had a hard time talking to them... their chinese was super cheeeem that i had a hard time understanding! oh wells. that waas the time i can actually improve my chinese vocab as well! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CITY HALL DAY!! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300359-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300359-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300360-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300360-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300371-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300371-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300372-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300372-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300374-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300374-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300376.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300376.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300377.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300378.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kid is damn good! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300379.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300379.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300380.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300380.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIRY SQUID! I hope you're better! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300381.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300382.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300382.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300383.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300383.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The piano that he's using is foldable! how cool?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300384.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300384.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300387.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300387.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to MO, scholars and tuotuo, for the pictures :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300388.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300388.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300389.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300389.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300390.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300390.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300391.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300391.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300393.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300393.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XUTUO POSE! :D hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300395.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300395.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300396.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300397.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300397.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of first day.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SENTOSA DAY! :D:D:D:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolene, wen qing and i were late! hahaha. but it was fine. because we all had a great time! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we met MO and ah tuo at Vivo city! :) and whoa. i tell you, it was a really long day for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, this was the last day of fun. and at the end of the day, i felt sooo flattered! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a china scholar told me that: i saw a lot of people from philippines, but, not as good looking as you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: aww, i'm not good looking! but thanks a lot! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see? 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JOLENE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300412.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300413.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300414.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300415.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300415.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300416.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300417.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300418.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300419.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300419.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300420.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300421.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300421.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry bought this. that rich guy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300422.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300423.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300424.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300425.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300426.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300426.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300427.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300428.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300428.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300429.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300430.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300430.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300431.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEA HAHA! funn funn! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300433.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300434.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300434.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300435.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300436.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300436.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300437.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300437.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's from malaysia. but i forgot her name =x she's a real nice girl though! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300438.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't really remember chinese names that easy, so, sorry! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300439.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300439.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! the scandalicious Sunny! :) from laos! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300440.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300440.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300441.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks ah tuo! -.- thanks for doing this on pourpose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300442.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300443.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's from cambodia! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300444.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300445.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300445.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300447.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300447.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300448.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300448.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300450.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300452.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300452.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300455.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300455.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES! I forgot to update you about my mom's bday! =x anyway, i'll just upload photos, yea? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300349.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300353-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300353-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300354-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300354-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300355-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300355-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S6300356-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300356-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up next:&lt;br /&gt;Choir Concert '08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-1213588574315553701?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/1213588574315553701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=1213588574315553701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/1213588574315553701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/1213588574315553701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2008/11/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-3025612524788398441</id><published>2008-11-09T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T00:30:33.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0055_2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0055_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'LL BE RIGHT BACK, PEOPLE! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm just very busy, that's all. But I'll blog things out..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm sure i've got quite a lot of photos to upload and things to share.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(that includes re-linking others and all! :D)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so, stay tuned for more at mystory11.bg.com! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nights ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-3025612524788398441?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/3025612524788398441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=3025612524788398441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/3025612524788398441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/3025612524788398441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2008/11/ill-be-right-back-people-im-just-very.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-2009150609401606316</id><published>2008-11-03T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T23:23:56.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CHRISTMAS blues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everyone! :) I'm back and never better! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I haven't been updating or rather blogging enough these past few days... I've been busy, so pardon my less blogging kind of attitude... Moving on... Christmas is definitely around the corner, and for my family (especially my mom), its VERY near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0153.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0153.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0156.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0156.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0150.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0150.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0151.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0151.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0154.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0154.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0155.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0155.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be super bored tomorrow... Choir again till thursday. friday to sunday, i'll be out of the house.. whoa. I bet i'll be super tired by then. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! YES! I totally forgot to wish you a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCARY halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry. anyway, we didn't really celebrate halloween. Probably because I didn't wanna...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao, friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-2009150609401606316?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/2009150609401606316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=2009150609401606316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/2009150609401606316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/2009150609401606316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2008/11/christmas-blues.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-1005072679955331311</id><published>2008-11-02T00:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T00:22:10.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My cousin's voice-over commercial! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8YhPepVXHEo&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/8YhPepVXHEo&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;Yea,only those who speaks in my MTL can understand this. The actors are the local (Philippine) celebrities. But hey! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How'd this happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's just say that my dad's bro is a sports caster in the Philippine Basketball Association (PBA), and so, the story goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEP, I've watched a basketball tournament before, with my granny and siblings, while my uncle works...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle's bday treat for my bro that time. and lemme tell you that, the gays were so funny! its like, when the ball comes, they would fight over it and throw it back to the players. Some will even shout "I love you, Patrick!" or some random names...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll update you guys the rest tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming up next:&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Deco-- by me, my sis, and mom! :)&lt;br /&gt;(that includes photos! :D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-1005072679955331311?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/1005072679955331311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=1005072679955331311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/1005072679955331311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/1005072679955331311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-cousins-voice-over-commercial-d.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-672881462385479970</id><published>2008-10-31T21:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T22:14:26.318+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contented.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SQsQA7Ub8JI/AAAAAAAAAM8/pkmfg8blqsQ/s1600-h/Photo0144_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263318197622010002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SQsQA7Ub8JI/AAAAAAAAAM8/pkmfg8blqsQ/s320/Photo0144_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't it quite selfish if you aren't contented of what you have got?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why not try focusing of that you &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; instead of what you &lt;em&gt;don't &lt;/em&gt;have?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;frankly, whatever will come to me, i am really thankful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some people think they're fat, when they're absolutely not!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some people think they're stupid, when the truth is, people only intend to get lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some people think they'll fail everything, whereas its the &lt;em&gt;way&lt;/em&gt; they percept things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think when you start being positive, thinngs'll  be so much better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, if you think like what i just mentioned, PLEASE,PLEASE,PLEASE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;STOP IT! ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;things around you'll be better if you were to atleast TRY thinking other way around. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just some words of encouragement to you people! ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tag everyone! :) my blog is like, 'dead'. x_x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;toodles! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-672881462385479970?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/672881462385479970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=672881462385479970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/672881462385479970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/672881462385479970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2008/10/isnt-it-quite-selfish-if-you-arent.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SQsQA7Ub8JI/AAAAAAAAAM8/pkmfg8blqsQ/s72-c/Photo0144_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-5329544410425710656</id><published>2008-10-30T23:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T23:23:03.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am starting to feel utterly worn out. Not that I'm complaining, but, I've never been so busy before that the only time I could use my pc is only late at night (approximately 10pm or so..?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enough about that. I chose to be where or who I am no. There's no turning back. And even if I had that choice, I doubt that I would even choose it. I'm enjoying it anyway, so, why drop things out? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, asusual, I had choir today. AGAIN. Fortunately there isn't any tomorrow! :) Choir was boring for the first 2-3 hours? But the atmosphere changed when we had to change to our-- well, pleasantly 'AWESOME' korean-style costumes, and prepare all the songs we are supposed to sing. As expected, it didn't go that well (?). I mean, yea, we suck at some songs. And A1s really have to buck up their singing and be LOUD. We're too soft. Well at least for the Sec 2s only. But hey! it's still not as good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE CAN DO THIS A1s! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOODNESS! I am seriously craving for a book! ANY nice books will do! I feel so empty without a reading material accompanying me when I'm feeling totally bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHOA! Different side me, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My aunt has yet (I think) to send me the whole series of Twilight (American version)! And that's the reason WHY I ain't buying Twilight. I MUST read the book first before watching the movie. I can't freaking wait for the book to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I sound like some spoiled kid, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is me when I am anticipating for something I need to have (more on like, I WANT to have :\ whatever la, girl!). (Heehee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All the best next year! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ciao, friends! ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-5329544410425710656?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/5329544410425710656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=5329544410425710656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/5329544410425710656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/5329544410425710656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-starting-to-feel-utterly-worn-out.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-4719380169705291571</id><published>2008-10-29T19:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:08:29.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This was stated on my report book.&lt;br /&gt;(wasn't expecting this though =x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my FTs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Denijah has a positive attitude in learning. She displays a lot of maturity in carrying out her role as a Peer Support Leader and a Class Manager. She handles stress very well and is always cheerful in school. She shows a lot of care and concern to her peers and is always ready to render any assistance when needed. She has a kind heart and is genuine when helping her friends. She is trying to acieve a balance in her commitments and roles that she plays in school to maintain her good academic results.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Mrs. Ong (principal):&lt;br /&gt;Well done, Denijah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Mdm. Farizah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Denijah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I am very proud to see that you are doing well year by year in the academic field as well as other areas. You are a mature girl with a kind and golden heart. You are always willing to assist anybody in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Thank you for being such a great help as a class manager. I wish you all the best and I am very sure that you achieve bigger success in future....&lt;br /&gt;-Mdm Farizah-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(facebook)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Farizah Minhart wrote at 8:15am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'hi dear Denijah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Thank you for the nice msg.... frankly I really enjoyed being the FT of Sec 1U and 2/8. It was always full of 'adventure'. I actually learnt a lot from the 2 years experience, especially on dealing with teenagers.... a whole bunch of them...it was so challenging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Thank you once again for always being there for us the FTs. You... Read More, Qingxiang and Afiqah are like the pillars of the class. You kept the class in order and had been such a help....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I am really going to miss you and the rest.... You are very mature and I am very pleased to see that positive change in you and especially seeing you excel in your studies, it made me so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I really wish all the best and remember...no matter where you are, always put in your 100% best. It is the self satisfaction that you had put in the best and that is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'take care dear!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't showing off. I'm only &lt;strong&gt;sharing&lt;/strong&gt; what my for teachers has wrote for me, as well as the principal. It's very pleasing and very nice to hear these comments especially when it's only your first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea... a lot of people hated me in primary school.&lt;br /&gt;(they said i'm a very easy-target kind of girl. because they know that when they bully me, i wouldn't fight back.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, forget about the past and look forward in the future! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thank you teachers, everyone for everything! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll make sure i WON'T let you down! ^_^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's talk about yesterday! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babi adam and I went to parkway yesterday to eat dinner (supposedly) with MO and jazreel.&lt;br /&gt;apparently, the other cannot make it. So, we ended up eating dinner together instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babi is such a 'good' driver! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he scolds  every single vehicle (not to mention, cyclists) who gets in his way when driving. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played his psp in the car while he drives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and he is such a &lt;em&gt;sotong&lt;/em&gt; guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he forgot that he kept his laptop in the car where i was seated.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I WAS STEPPING ON IT! -.-&lt;br /&gt;MAC somemore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiyo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you babi! dont make me do that again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinks like a babi too! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for treating for dinner though! :)&lt;br /&gt;first time! :D and i won't forget that! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks again! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao friends! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-4719380169705291571?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/4719380169705291571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=4719380169705291571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/4719380169705291571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/4719380169705291571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-was-stated-on-my-report-book.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-8521374900399798939</id><published>2008-10-26T15:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T15:58:14.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Would you eat these cake-made cute little ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=marzipan-babies1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/marzipan-babies1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about this two?&lt;br /&gt;Would you take care of them?&lt;br /&gt;-I will! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=Sweet-Cute-Baby-Showing-Tongue-512X.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Sweet-Cute-Baby-Showing-Tongue-512X.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=untitled-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched a movie from my dad's iPhone and, there was a girl who got pregnant with twins. And what's the miraculous part?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one even touched her. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Scientifically speaking, females can never have babies unless fertilization takes place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think babies are cute though :)&lt;br /&gt;don't you? ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao, friends! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-8521374900399798939?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/8521374900399798939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=8521374900399798939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/8521374900399798939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/8521374900399798939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2008/10/would-you-eat-these-cake-made-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-3948062653003818772</id><published>2008-10-23T21:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T21:33:00.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like a desperate girl looking for a good friendship from the others. I don't seem to find it here. I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; have good friends. But unfortunately, some of them are from other classes, if not, in upper secondary. Not that I'm choosy or anything, but, the last 'good' friends I had, sort of like-- left me out, I guess? It's actually awkward having a split personality on a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know! I'm just feeling sad, disappointed, desperate... It's so hard not to be able the 'friends' you used to have. Those people whom you 'trusted' the most. And most importantly, who were once there to support you and make you laugh through tough times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were on my shoes, what'd you feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful, however, to some people who are still there behind me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(you know who you are !^_^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the relationship we once had together. Being understanding, going to each other's houses, playing at the playground, laughing together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you miss those days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do! Desperately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be with the friends I used to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just saddenes me when I recall all the bad stuffs that I've done. And I definitely feel guilty about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sobs*&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;Anyway, during FTCT (Form-Teacher Contact Time) today, I almost cried :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad when the people who you know better are gonna leave you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like my form-teachers :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd definitely miss you, Mdm. Farizah and Miss Ho! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the BEST form-teachers I ever had since primary school. And it's really sad that you're not going to be our FTs next year :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll definitely keep up the good work and excell more accademically and in terms of leadership as well! I'll make you as proud as you had been this year! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF you're reading this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mdm. Farizah...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You've always been so encouraging and never give up on believing that I can do it. Never have I felt the warmth that you gave to me as my FT. You have always been there helping me throughout the tough times I face; be it in friendship, or family.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I THANK YOU for all the support and encouragement you've given, and will be giving, in the future. I'll definitely keep in mind what you have told me. And I promise that, whatever happens, I will never be the easily-distracted girl you used to know. My prayer comes along for you and your princess :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you so much for everything! :) (that includes the chocolates and other stuffs you've given to me :D)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Miss Ho....&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really admire your patience in this class. You are a cool teacher! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I never really liked science, though. Because, since primary school, I've always been weak at it. Fortunately, there are othe science teachers like &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; who can make me understand and even LIKE science! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You have always been so encouraging and always smiling, in spite that the class had given you so much work and headache. But still, here you are, standing and encouraging us that we can do well! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you so much for everything!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're the person who make me like science and I'll never forget that! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;For both...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am proud to have you as my FTs for the past two years! I will never forget the times we had (just like what you said) bitter and sweet. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are the best FTs ever! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR EVERYTHING! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We'll keep you updated :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=659d.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/659d.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;I will be STRONG! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-3948062653003818772?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/3948062653003818772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=3948062653003818772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/3948062653003818772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/3948062653003818772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-feel-like-desperate-girl-looking-for.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-3661491817315978612</id><published>2008-10-22T20:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T20:33:50.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey peeps! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten to update you all about monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with Cheryl, Fazninna and Maisarah :)&lt;br /&gt;(cheekopek hamster, cheekopek 'sexy' babi, cheekopek meow/cat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not as much to type out.. so, i'll just upload photos! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry you two! xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=S6300077.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300077.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=S6300078.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300078.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=S6300079.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300079.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=S6300080.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300080.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=S6300081.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300081.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=S6300082.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300082.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=S6300083.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300083.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=S6300084.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300084.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=S6300085.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300085.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=S6300086.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300086.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=S6300087.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300087.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=S6300088.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300088.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=S6300089.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300089.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=S6300090.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/S6300090.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the songs that we're learning in choir from Mr D. Lim are really nice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao friends! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-3661491817315978612?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/3661491817315978612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=3661491817315978612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/3661491817315978612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/3661491817315978612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2008/10/hey-peeps-ive-forgotten-to-update-you.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-1874734409571286980</id><published>2008-10-21T22:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T23:04:44.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to update you guys :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll update my day today, before I forget whatever I want to shout out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;1st:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most Outstanding Student Award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was TOTALLY unexpected. I thought that Maisarah'll get first, but, surprisingly, I got first! O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recieved a certificate and $10 voucher from Popular Bookstore! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and for the FIRST time, they've spelt my name CORRECTLY! :D&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0134.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0134.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0135.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0135.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0131.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0131.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0130.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0130.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0133.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0133.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU TO ALL MY CLASSMATES WHO VOTED FOR ME! :D I'M REALLY SPEECHLESS =x&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heehee! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a shocking thing for me. And I'm not showing off. I'm just sharing what I've got today... :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please, don't get the wrong idea.. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today, we also had choir. And asusual, it's as boring as ever!&lt;br /&gt;I was totally appalled on how 2 people criticized PSL. They said that, whatever events we had, they'll still mark us 0 for attendance. HOW GREAT! I mean, everytime we ask during the event, those in charge will tell us that we, PSLs are EXCUSED for CCAs. I mean, wth, right? Why not consider asking the teacher in charge to at least let the other side explain WHY aren't we attending CCA. Thanks for saying those criticizing words to PSLs. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, no offence, I've got to be honest, I do like singing, but at the same time, I also want to have fun! And if choir is just gonna be that boring, I can assure you that not all of the members likes being in choir. I think Mr. D. is a good and non-boring kind of conductor. If choir would be like how he teaches, I can assure you that I'll be TOTALLY committed to choir. Apparently, it's as boring... I apologize saying these things, but, i'm like literally, not that committed anymore. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some seniors even thinks that 'because-they-are-older-they-should-have-the-most-respect' kind of attitude which makes me feel even more irritated. Like, seriously, compared to the rest of the so-called 'seniors' in choir, I am like, the scholars are like the OLDEST and i'm the SECOND oldest. We don't even show that kind of attitude. And guess what? Pride is starting to take over SOME of the 'seniors' in choir, in terms of age. How greattt! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate those kind of people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be humble and kind, I'll give you ALL my respect. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you guys have heard a phrase 'what goes around comes around'?&lt;br /&gt;and that is what I am doing to SOME people as well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough about this, it's starting to get into my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, there were this two guys came from nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking from the market, since my mom asked me to buy something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking walking... untill this 2 malay guys (one looking like a gangsters with a lot of tattoos on the body), walked towards me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend 1: walks towards me..&lt;br /&gt;freind 2: (told friend 1) eh, halo,halo, don't disturb the girl luh!&lt;br /&gt;ME: (OMG! What's happening?) &lt;em&gt;walk..walk...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend 1: &lt;em&gt;stares at me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: &lt;em&gt;*scared* is he staring at me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend 2: stop staring luh! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just before we walked on our own paths;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend 1: bye bye! :)&lt;br /&gt;ME: *shocked face* and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn! scary, bodo! his apperance was gross because of his tattoos. Too many tattoos isn't cool for a girl like me.. and I think he was smoking as well.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost sprinted away.. but instead, i pased up my speed and sped towards my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two days ago... I went Jalan Raya with my friends! :D&lt;br /&gt;SIHUI! has the most photos, so, I'll upload the rest when she has updated! :)&lt;br /&gt;this is what i've got..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0118-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0118-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0119.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0119.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0121.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0121.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0122.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0122.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0123.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0123.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;houses we went in to:&lt;br /&gt;Intan's&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Farris's&lt;br /&gt;Sab (??)&lt;br /&gt;Angela and Sihui's friend's&lt;br /&gt;Zaki's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwards, went to meet up with someone.&lt;br /&gt;reached home around 10.30pm...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and I got back my results. I mean, I already know my results! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English   -    75%&lt;br /&gt;Math      -    74%&lt;br /&gt;Science   -    84%&lt;br /&gt;CPA       -    88%&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;T       -    73%!!! (surprisingly, high! :O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall % : 77.(something)%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not wrong, my teacher told us that 77.(something)% is the second in class. And I'm shocked, because, this is called not really studying &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy with this results! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I've got for now. :)&lt;br /&gt;update you people soon! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao friends! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-1874734409571286980?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/1874734409571286980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=1874734409571286980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/1874734409571286980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/1874734409571286980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-im-back-to-update-you-guys-i.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-2602798226183707119</id><published>2008-10-20T17:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T17:41:12.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Wish I could be the one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The one who could give you love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The kind of love you really need &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wish I could say to you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I'll always stay with you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But baby that's not &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You need someone willing to give their heart and soul to you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Promise you forever, baby that's something I &lt;strong&gt;can't&lt;/strong&gt; do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh I could say that I'll be all you need &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But that would be a&lt;strong&gt; lie&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I'd only &lt;strong&gt;hurt&lt;/strong&gt; you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I'd only make you &lt;strong&gt;cry&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not the one you're needing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope someday you can &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Find some way to understand &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But deep in my heart I know this is the kindest thing to do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll find someone who'll be the one that I could never be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who'll give you something better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Than the love you'll find with me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh I could say that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be all you need &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But that would be a crime&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was confused, yet, sure.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I did not mean it,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To make this love fade away,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't wanna hurt you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though I know you'd definitely will.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am utterly sorry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am sure you'll understand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-2602798226183707119?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/2602798226183707119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=2602798226183707119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/2602798226183707119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/2602798226183707119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2008/10/wish-i-could-be-one-one-who-could-give.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-6424312808929243955</id><published>2008-10-16T19:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T21:09:23.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY YO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time no update! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll upload photos first and then update you, okay. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JB Trip. this is the only one from my phone. i'll upload the rest SOONN! :) PROMISE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0083-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0083-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all of my TAS photos either =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0084-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0084-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0085-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0085-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0086-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0086-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0087-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0087-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leadership Competition! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zul is really spastic here -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0088-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0088-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0092-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0092-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0098-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0098-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0103.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0104.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0105.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0110.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0110.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0112.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's an arab, her mom's from sweden and she's a muslim! pretty, huh? :) she looks like an ang moh! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0113-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0113-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junior and Senior! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0114-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0114-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, went eating and the best fried rice i've ever eaten! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0115.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN you see the clip on my ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0106.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0107.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0108.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is SOO TRUE! hahaha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo0109.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now :)&lt;br /&gt;ciao friends! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-6424312808929243955?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/6424312808929243955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=6424312808929243955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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And all that i'm thinking of now is my comfy-domfy BED. x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll upload and update everything tomorrow, ok? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I end my tonight's post. This guy is really weird, awkward and it kinda irritates me when we don't even know each other and he starts saying things like that. -.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Garry Duco: how are you &lt;em&gt;my love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nissy Santiago: fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garry Duco: nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garry Duco: wheres cam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nissy Santiago: nah.Nissy Santiago: not now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nissy Santiago: i'm too tired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garry Duco: ok my love....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nissy Santiago: uhm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garry Duco: no problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nissy Santiago: mind you, please stop the 'my love' thing first. its really awkward.. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garry Duco: ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nissy Santiago: sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garry Duco: no problem....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, its alright when guys (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;who I met online&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) likes me and all. But what I just don't like is that, when guys starts calling you those 'sweet' names. Its really erm-- why not &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;find a suitable word for that? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super worn out! I WANNA SCREAAMMM!!! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHHTTT!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-4909592936753054023?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/4909592936753054023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=4909592936753054023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/4909592936753054023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/4909592936753054023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-super-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-5894123116648711366</id><published>2008-10-12T22:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:25:19.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BUSY WEEK! ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YES! I'll be busy throughout this whole holidays ): sad, i've got no time to literally enjoy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm really craving for Sentosa, you know? I wanna go there!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anybody wanna follow? :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyone'll do (I mean my real-life friends(:)!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PSLs, classmates-- anyone! :\&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today, we went for recording! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;second time recording! and it was so much better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyone has any suggestion of what i can sing as a solo-ist? :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be glad to hear from &lt;em&gt;you! &lt;/em&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, yesterday, my parents and I (Yes, only my parents and I) went to JB to SHOP!!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was so fun! I haven't been shopping that much in a long while already. And lemme tell you that it was G-R-E-A-T!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's totally cheap there. And I made the most of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its not everyday that i get to shop that much.. :\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I bought a pair of white flat shoes, couple of hair accesories, sweets, GUMs :D, wallet, and a lot MOREEE! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My mom wants to go there this month again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just to shop for our needs :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I'm sure that my dad'll come and I'll buy many many things again! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;maybe i'll buy bags and clothings... :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;WOA. new side of me that you see. *winks* haha. yep. I do shop. Like any other girls, I love it. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Makes me relief :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, JB was quite scary..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There was this guy who came to me and talked to me in malay (??). He looks really scary. like he can just grab you anytime soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OH and I really pity the beggars on the streets ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;like, there's this one old man, who stands using a walker and has a small cup for the money to be placed at. He was at the underpass from the checkpoint. And his leg has a wound. Quite gross actually. Because he showed it to kinda like ask for money.. you know, for the people to pity...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And the other one, i saw him twice. First was on the way to the mall when we just came, and then, when we were about to go back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He's SUPER flexible, okay? he shakes the cup and bends down like so suddenly. oh and he has crunches too. but, he sits down on the floor because one of his legs is actually very small and very skinny. he's tank-top less and he looks like a chinese to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, we went to Danga Bay! :D (anyone knows this place? :\) and its really nice there :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;its like Manila Bay, in the Philippines and East Coast park here in Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its like Pasamalam style. Though its a much better kind :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We walked everywhere for the whole day and it was one of the MOST tiring excursion I've ever been! I think its because of my too much shopping free time.. haha. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh wells, I'm a girl still. Not a shopaholic though. heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*photos'll be uploaded tomorrow!*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's all for now :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ciao friends! ^_~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-5894123116648711366?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/5894123116648711366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=5894123116648711366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/5894123116648711366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/5894123116648711366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2008/10/busy-week-yes-ill-be-busy-throughout.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-3334405770324728233</id><published>2008-10-10T18:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T18:30:08.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am flattered. But, at the same time, this thing proves that guys-- SOME guys can be visual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not in the mood for blogging yet. But then, I thought I could share some online 'weird' people experience to you guys. His english ain't that good, but it's understandable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Garry Duco: hie sweetie, how are u &lt;br /&gt;Nissy Santiago: heys&lt;br /&gt;Garry Duco: how's ur day....&lt;br /&gt;Nissy Santiago: fine&lt;br /&gt;Nissy Santiago: hehe&lt;br /&gt;Nissy Santiago: you?&lt;br /&gt;Garry Duco: I am fine too...&lt;br /&gt;Nissy Santiago: cool&lt;br /&gt;Garry Duco: what are u doing &lt;br /&gt;Nissy Santiago: nothing much&lt;br /&gt;Garry Duco: do u have cam &lt;br /&gt;Nissy Santiago: yea&lt;br /&gt;Garry Duco: can i view &lt;br /&gt;Garry  Duco has started viewing your webcam.&lt;br /&gt;Garry Duco: ur so cute &lt;br /&gt;Garry Duco: I think I am in love with u &lt;br /&gt;Nissy Santiago: O&lt;br /&gt;Nissy Santiago: O.O&lt;br /&gt;Nissy Santiago: haha&lt;br /&gt;Nissy Santiago: ok....&lt;br /&gt;Garry Duco: what do u mean OK &lt;br /&gt;Nissy Santiago: its like, we don't really know each other and you're already telling me that..&lt;br /&gt;Nissy Santiago: so yea..&lt;br /&gt;Garry Duco: let's start to know each other then &lt;br /&gt;Nissy Santiago: hahah&lt;br /&gt;Nissy Santiago: funny.&lt;br /&gt;Nissy Santiago: we're so far apart.&lt;br /&gt;Nissy Santiago: and how old are you again?&lt;br /&gt;Garry Duco: it is doesent matter &lt;br /&gt;Garry Duco: How old r u &lt;br /&gt;Nissy Santiago: i asked first.. :/&lt;br /&gt;Garry Duco: 20 &lt;br /&gt;Garry Duco: and u &lt;br /&gt;Nissy Santiago: 16&lt;br /&gt;Garry Duco: cool...&lt;br /&gt;Garry Duco: I like u very much &lt;br /&gt;Nissy Santiago: right.&lt;br /&gt;Garry Duco: what do u mean right...&lt;br /&gt;Garry Duco: I have right to love u &lt;br /&gt;Nissy Santiago: yea&lt;br /&gt;Nissy Santiago: i know&lt;br /&gt;Nissy Santiago: can't stop it&lt;br /&gt;Nissy Santiago: you like me because of my looks?&lt;br /&gt;Garry Duco: mabye...&lt;br /&gt;Garry Duco: and I wan't to know u more &lt;br /&gt;Garry Duco: how many bro &amp; sis do u have &lt;br /&gt;Garry Duco: what they are doing &lt;br /&gt;Nissy Santiago: uhm&lt;br /&gt;Nissy Santiago: they're fine&lt;br /&gt;Garry Duco: they are ur bro and sis&lt;br /&gt;Nissy Santiago: yep&lt;br /&gt;Nissy Santiago: you aw?&lt;br /&gt;Nissy Santiago: saw*&lt;br /&gt;Garry Duco: yup &lt;br /&gt;Garry Duco: are u chating to some one &lt;br /&gt;Nissy Santiago: ah&lt;br /&gt;Nissy Santiago: hmm. la naman&lt;br /&gt;Garry Duco: nasan po ikaw &lt;br /&gt;Garry Duco: how my look &lt;br /&gt;Garry Duco: hello &lt;br /&gt;Nissy Santiago: house&lt;br /&gt;Nissy Santiago: and fine&lt;br /&gt;Garry Duco: ok &lt;br /&gt;Garry Duco: r u chating to some one &lt;br /&gt;Nissy Santiago: not really..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls'll definitely feel flatered. But at the same time, awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind. My TagBox seems so 'DEAD'! TAG PEOPLE, TAG! :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGH THEN. That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog as soon as I can, PROMISE! :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-3334405770324728233?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/3334405770324728233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=3334405770324728233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/3334405770324728233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/3334405770324728233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-flattered.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-3649058116679123894</id><published>2008-10-09T20:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T20:37:48.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY YO HELLO :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that i haven't been updating for god knows how long already. but, here I am. I'm lazy to type out everything, so, i'll just upload photos :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND I'VE CHANGED MY HAIRSTYLE :) as you can see, I've got fringe (bangs) and nicer hair ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0061.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0061.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0063.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0063.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0070.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0070.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it nicer? :)&lt;br /&gt;heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anway, the rest of my peeps. hanging out after a day's paper. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0075.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0075.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheryl... haiys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0076.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0076.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0077.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0077.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend and I after yesterday's paper at Tampines! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0079-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0079-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00499.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00499.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00500.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00500.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00501.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/DSC00501.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND THE HARI RAYA! :D I mean, the day before. malay-muslims are supposed to go home earlier than us. It was actually weird not having our malay-muslims classmates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0044-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0044-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0045.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0045.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0046.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0046.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACTTT! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;current=Photo0047.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/Photo0047.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go. I'm kinda lazy to update my blog actually..&lt;br /&gt;after the examination blues. it's weird. haha. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles friends! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-3649058116679123894?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/3649058116679123894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=3649058116679123894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/3649058116679123894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/3649058116679123894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2008/10/hey-yo-hello-i-know-that-i-havent-been.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-5337020806515354256</id><published>2008-10-08T16:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:52:18.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLOOO people!! :D I am backk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after so long... and I see that quite a lot of my friends tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPLY: HELLO! PEEPz! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just blogged for you people to know that I'm still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTYL! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-5337020806515354256?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/5337020806515354256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=5337020806515354256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/5337020806515354256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/5337020806515354256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2008/10/hellooo-people-d-i-am-backk-after-so.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-4017787029261024389</id><published>2008-10-03T11:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T11:47:02.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! It was quite a looong day yesterdaay. Qingxiang (ah xiang), Cheryl (ah hui) and I went out to study at Bedok library. Bagus, man! If it's not because of me someone wouldn't be able to see someone at the library. HAHA! Such a good friend! ;D ah xiang is supposed to teach me math yesterday, and what did he do? used laptop the whole time -.-'''&lt;br /&gt;Ok, MAYBE he did teach me, but not all. I still don't QUITE understand some problems in math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after Bedok, I went to Dhoby Gaut to take something from my mom. But before that, we went shopping! Haha! YES, went shopping for moi clothes. Ok la, not as much though. And then headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my secret place to study at night and then went back home again. bathed and then back to my secret place again (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's great to have one. Because when you feel like doing things without anybody knowing, you can in that place. (Don't get the wrong idea okay? -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Of  all the people, WHY me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Now, I really doubt what you said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm really sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But I have no idea why am I feeling hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-4017787029261024389?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/4017787029261024389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=4017787029261024389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/4017787029261024389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/4017787029261024389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-it-was-quite-looong-day.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-8353791968909310919</id><published>2008-10-02T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T14:20:03.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:75%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;too hurt to say 'yes'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:75%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;too painful to accept.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:75%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;too dreadful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:75%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;too much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:75%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;too depressed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:75%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;too bewildered.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:75%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;too much of these tears coming down from my eyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:75%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:75%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;noone'll catch me anyway. ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-8353791968909310919?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/8353791968909310919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=8353791968909310919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/8353791968909310919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/8353791968909310919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2008/10/too-hurt-to-say-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-3644500253364793294</id><published>2008-09-30T17:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T18:10:09.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Firstly, before I start of my latest post, I would like to greet all my muslim friends a &lt;strong&gt;Selamat Hari Raya! &lt;/strong&gt;I'm sure that you guys are happy because, after one month of your torturus puasa(fast) you are now celebrating Hari Raya for a month! :) Enjoy every single day of it! ;D&lt;br /&gt;Sad that I'm not a malay/muslim. If only, I'd collect manymanymany monaayy! :D (hihi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now, let's get down to business. Today was the most laughter I've ever laughed! :D&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;em&gt;those &lt;/em&gt;people (you know who you are) who made jokes around and made my ass laugh out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best IS ever! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never laughed like that in a million years! :D&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is lame-funny. OH NO, NOT that i'm horny. Don sent this to me. Enjoy watching! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ylRbo7WidLA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ylRbo7WidLA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAA. Study Science, Practice Math!&lt;br /&gt;and then DIEDIEDIE! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, really.&lt;br /&gt;After this coming week&lt;br /&gt;I'd find a time to have BREAKKKK!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;SENTOSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving for you and coming for you, my love! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-3644500253364793294?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/3644500253364793294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=3644500253364793294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/3644500253364793294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/3644500253364793294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2008/09/firstly-before-i-start-of-my-latest.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-8022152512598040524</id><published>2008-09-29T21:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T17:40:46.680+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue Man. Abusive teachers.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The next few days, you'll see most of my posts are always about studying this studying that. It is not pleasing to hear all my complains, so, I'll stop and do the mind-my-own-business thing starting from-- NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOPICS:&lt;br /&gt;Oprah Winfrey Show-- Blue man&lt;br /&gt;How SOME teachers treat their students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oprah Winfrey and A Man With Blue Skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=0205BlueMan.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/0205BlueMan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't gross, neither it's scary. This is really rare and UNUSUAL. His name is Paul Karason, or maybe, I shall call him Paul "Blue" Karason, because his skin is really unsually-cool. Oh--no, he ain't wearing any make-up nor prostetics. This &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; his natural skin color after drinking this old remedy medicine called 'colloidal silver'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"[Best Syndication] How did a man get blue skin? Dr. Oz discusses how a regular man now has blue skin on ‘Oprah’ TV show today. Oprah said this is the first time that they ever had a blue man on the show.&lt;br /&gt;It is not makeup. Paul Karason saw an ad that had showed the benefits of using a colloidal silver generator. They would make a glass of colloidal silver for his friend's petroleum poisoning. His friend had the possible petroleum poisoning and didn’t want to have him feel left out so he would drink the liquid also. He said that he noticed that he had improvement on how his stomach felt.&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Oz said that colloidal silver is an old remedy. Argyria is the name for the medical condition when the blue gets into your cells and causes discoloration. It is the equivalent of getting a tattoo all over your body. Dr. Oz said that colloidal silver was used in an antibiotic and is used in medicine for certain conditions and newborn infants eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He didn’t turn blue until he put it onto his face. His parents were passing away and had a lot of stress. He had a bad rash, and rubbed it on his skin to cure the skin problem. It wasn’t noticed for a while until he already turned blue. He said that he didn’t go out much. Then one of his friends visited and pointed it out that he was blue.&lt;br /&gt;His wife knew him when he was blue and knew of this but talked with him over the phone for quite a while. The family sent a photo of him before they met in person so she could adjust to the blue skin.&lt;br /&gt;Paul gets stares for the blue skin whenever he goes out in public. Dr. Oz said that he will never have regular color skin, and will be blue forever. Dr. Oz wanted to test his blood to see if there are any health problems that he should be concerned about.&lt;br /&gt;Last time, Laura, an audience member on Feb 5th show is 44 years old but found out that her real age tested at 60 years. (She was the one that joked about the blueberries last time.) She agreed to work with Dr. Oz and Dr. Roizen to work with her to improve her health. Talking with Dr. Oz she said that her mother quit smoking three packs a day and she gained a lot of weight and died. She is afraid to gain weight because that is what killed her mother. She tries to justify why she still smokes.&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Oz introducers her to a patient that underwent surgery trying to scare her into perfect health and instead empathizes with the man. Dr. Oz said that stress is her worst ager. She cares so much for everybody else’s burdens that it is like she is taking on the stress of others upon herself. Dr. Roizen said that she was overall healthy, but she has a little bit too much fat. The great news all of her health problems are reversible. She said that she has followed Dr. Oz and Dr. Roizen program to reverse her aging process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The next segment on the show was about video diaries of people that were quitting smoking on camera. They kept a video diary of their quitting smoking. They all are having anxiety attacks the first day of quitting. The guy quitting said that he is so depressed. The one lady broke into tears that she wants to quit and said it is one of the hardest things she ever did. The three people that have quit smoking, one 9 days, another 15 days, and another did 6 days. The guy said that every day it gets easier after you quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One was the mother of a young daughter who was on her video diary. The little girl was explaining that mom and dad needed to stop fighting. The daughter spoke out about what is going on. The husband isn’t quitting smoking. Dr. Oz said that if someone in your house is smoking, you will likely fail because it will somehow trigger your old habits.&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Oz suggested that she should withhold sex from her husband as incentive to have him quit smoking. Getting mad at him is not the solution. Dr. Oz said that the best way to quit smoking is to do it for somebody that you love, or for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;In the audience were around 50 people that have quite smoking because of seeing the original show on Oprah for quitting smoking. Dr. Oz explained that on the Oprah.com website they have a quit smoking program to help you through the difficult process.&lt;br /&gt;The next segment had a lady in the audience that said that she has multiple orgasms around 8 – 18 of them at a time. Oprah said “and your problem is?” She said that other relatives in her family also have the same problem. Dr. Oz said that the most erogenous portion of body is the brain. It could be genetic. Oprah joked about it, that after 12 you probably lose count. The lady said that the problem is that it is exhausting and she doesn’t want to have it as frequently. Oprah said that is not a problem and she should enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Another audience member said that she has facial hair on her chin and it really bothers her. She shaves her chin. If you don’t have regular periods and have a hard time losing weight she might have Poly Cystic Ovary Syndrome. PCOS can also cause infertility, and can pre-dispose the person to diabetes. They tend to have more heart attacks. She didn’t have all the symptoms of PCOS. There are treatments that can help to reverse PCOS and treat the condition. Dr. Oz said that you can shave and it won’t make it come in more. Dr. Oz said that you can take pills to regulate testosterone hormone levels. Birth control pills can be helpful sometimes he said. There are other medications that can help to control the hormones as well he continued to explain. He said that you shouldn’t ignore it. Dr. Oz said that there is a laser treatment that can get rid of the hairs permanently. Dr. Oz said that he doesn’t like plucking as much as the shaving. Plucking can cause little pimples. He said you can also use a waxing technique for facial hair removal.&lt;br /&gt;Jodie is 32 years old had all the symptoms of colon cancer after seeing the show on ‘Oprah’ she went in for a colonoscopy. She had a stage 3 colon cancer tumor. She had treatments for the cancer and is now cancer free. Dr. Oz said that he likes the show because it has helped people. She sought out to have a referral to see a specialist after seeing the show and was very thankful for Dr. Oz being on ‘Oprah.’&lt;br /&gt;“Prescription America” is what Dr. Oz wants every one to take it home and cut out soft drinks. Dr. Oz said that the obesity epidemic is the matter of 100 calories a day. A soda has 160 calories and will eat an extra 125 calories. In a year you could lose about 15 pounds. Dr. Oz said that he is not a fan of diet sodas either but will discuss that at another time. Dr. Oz is asking everyone to cut out soft drinks for two weeks. If you need the caffeine drink green tea or coffee. He is more concerned about the sugar content in the sodas.&lt;br /&gt;This is a tough thing to quite the sodas. We drink diet sodas only in our house and we decided to cut out sodas in January. My husband refused, but after a while he felt guilty and has cut way back. At first the kids were like, HUH! Why? And we restocked the fridge only with water bottles. Guess what they started drinking iced tea and water. We still have diet sodas but save it for family movie night or if we eat out once in a while. At first it is a little rough, but after a while you don’t miss it at all. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Nicole WilsonBest Syndication News&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits to: &lt;a href="http://www.bestsyndication.com/?q=20080219_blueman_dr_oz_pcos_quit_smoking_topic_on_oprah_tv_show_recap.htm"&gt;http://www.bestsyndication.com/?q=20080219_blueman_dr_oz_pcos_quit_smoking_topic_on_oprah_tv_show_recap.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the story (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Now about the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what bothers me the most? Especially when teachers teaches the class? Is when teachers either discourage, humiliate (in a wrong way) most of all; hurt both physically and emotionally to so-called teach their students a lesson. How awful is that? I'm really appaled of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not realize, but, my 2 previous schools ago, I was treated really badly by both teachers and stuents. It was traumatizing, but I've forgotten about it anyway. Moving on, teachers still do that here (well at least not as much as my 2 previous schools ago's). I mean, teacher's aren't supposed to be doing any of those in the first place. They'd never know what's going on to that student's life at home. Isn't that true? Try it. When teachers laid a hand on you (if you're student) I can assure you that you can sue that teacher. Unless, you got a caning by teachers when you commit a serious offence. Other than that, no teachers has ever had the rights to lay a heavy nor light hands to their students. Why? It's just as the same as not-scolding-a-friend method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Teachers aren't the one who puts food on the table at your house three times a day. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They don't work for a living to raise students&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They &lt;em&gt;teach&lt;/em&gt; students academically as well as dicipline ONLY.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, I can agree that they should help or teach a student a lesson to be taught, only when it is necessary. Apart from that, there's no other reason for a teacher to hurt a student both emotionally and physically (I repeat, UNLESS it is &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;necessary).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So students, when a teacher hurt you for a not-so-good reason (e.g. maybe childish behaivors like bullying a friend by taking his money, bla bla bla) , you &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; the rights to sue a teacher. Ok, maybe not sue, yet, but at least tell your parents and let them talk to that teacher.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because trust me, you won't like that school anymore once the teachers hurt students for no reason. I do loathe &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; particular school of mine. They abuse students, that's why.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember getting caned simply because I didn't get the right answer for a math question. I got canned for like more than 5 times both hands and butt. Another incident was, my classmates and I are supposed to get inside the classroom with a rag on both of our feet, and since I forgotten to bring the other pair, the teacher canned my ass.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, teachers, bear in mind that you ain't got no rights to lay a hand onto students UNLESS it is NECESSARY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-8022152512598040524?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/8022152512598040524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=8022152512598040524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/8022152512598040524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/8022152512598040524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2008/09/next-few-days-youll-see-most-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-6527323817442624951</id><published>2008-09-27T21:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T18:38:33.174+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ABSURD. RIDDICULOUS. SAVAGE. JEALOUSY'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Encountered another weirdo online yesterday. To be specific, last night. And he came all the way from India! How cool is that? :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enjoy reading this crap. Although he sounded like a 'dad' to me.. except to the quite ending part of the conversation... :\ (wth? -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;rAhUlHyPnOtIzEr:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nissy92:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;rAhUlHyPnOtIzEr:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;rAhUlHyPnOtIzEr:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my name is rahul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;rAhUlHyPnOtIzEr:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i know ur name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nissy92:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;claire'll&lt;/em&gt; do :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;rAhUlHyPnOtIzEr:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;pleasure meating you claire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;rAhUlHyPnOtIzEr:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do u do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nissy92:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a student&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nissy92:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and same to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nissy92:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;rAhUlHyPnOtIzEr:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;rAhUlHyPnOtIzEr:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what kinda of studies are u doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nissy92:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;rAhUlHyPnOtIzEr:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;rAhUlHyPnOtIzEr:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what u want to be in the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nissy92:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nissy92:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;rAhUlHyPnOtIzEr:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;rAhUlHyPnOtIzEr:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;rAhUlHyPnOtIzEr:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;claire even you have ever dare to dream to be somthing sometime dont you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nissy92:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nissy92:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;rAhUlHyPnOtIzEr:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nissy92:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was a kid, i wanted to be a princess-- just like any other girls wanted to be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;rAhUlHyPnOtIzEr:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welll i can understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nissy92:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that was like, a million years ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nissy92:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, things change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;rAhUlHyPnOtIzEr:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so was the dream of my sis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;rAhUlHyPnOtIzEr:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nissy92:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a younge lady now, with a cofused mind.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;rAhUlHyPnOtIzEr:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then afterwards what u wantes tro be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nissy92:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sor yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;rAhUlHyPnOtIzEr:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nissy92:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nissy92:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;young*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;rAhUlHyPnOtIzEr:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so do u have &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;interest in robots?&lt;br /&gt;rAhUlHyPnOtIzEr:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nissy92:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah- ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nissy92:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;rAhUlHyPnOtIzEr:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolzzzzzzz okie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;rAhUlHyPnOtIzEr:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so what kinda of interest you have???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nissy92:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nissy92:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;rAhUlHyPnOtIzEr:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nissy92:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry--but you sound like a dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nissy92:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahs :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;rAhUlHyPnOtIzEr:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nissy92:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nissy92:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nissy92:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asking about what i wanna be/ interests i have..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nissy92:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nissy92:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its alright :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;rAhUlHyPnOtIzEr:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;okie do u lik&lt;em&gt; sex&lt;/em&gt; stuffs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nissy92:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;omfg!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nissy92:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;unanimous N-O!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;rAhUlHyPnOtIzEr:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u mean u hate it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nissy92:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not part of my chatting thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nissy92:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really like talking about it to a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;rAhUlHyPnOtIzEr:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;no is am i sounding like ur dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;rAhUlHyPnOtIzEr:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;rAhUlHyPnOtIzEr:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nissy92:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nissy92:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about the interests part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nissy92:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the sex part, way no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nissy92:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he'd never daresay about those stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;rAhUlHyPnOtIzEr:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lolzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;rAhUlHyPnOtIzEr:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let's forget about that shall we? It's riddiculous..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Fazninna and Cheryl went to my place.. YEA! To cheer me up. Because-- well, its a long story.. And I'm currently studying math now! -.- (I could bang my head on the wall. LIKE SERIOUSLY!). If only Rate and Speed could die in front of me. I hope I'm like in a dreamworld right now. but no, I've got to get A for my math!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, that's about it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODDIES ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-6527323817442624951?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/6527323817442624951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=6527323817442624951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/6527323817442624951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/6527323817442624951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2008/09/encountered-another-weirdo-online.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-3439187626205615640</id><published>2008-09-26T18:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T18:35:34.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a normal day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, Cheryl and I went to Afiqah's house to chill around... Talked and watched T.V. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to blog much about today, actually. Nothing 'special' happened. heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sincerely appalled with your savage behavior. Man. It's like, you did not only sabotaged me, but you sabotaged the rest of &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; friends as well. I can assure you that, I will never trust you again. So much lies and made-up stories came out from your real big mouth. I'm just--stunned. You're being utterly absurd, okay? You're being jealous over some stupid stuffs. Sorry if you ain't I. Neither I can do something about it. It ain't my fault that I'm being me. People have been noticing this depression I'm feeling. I helped you and this is&lt;em&gt; all&lt;/em&gt; how your repay for someone who did something good? Jealousy is what keeps you doing these stuffs. Puh-lease! Get over it! Nothing's gonna happened if you're gonna continue this because I will still be me. Get out of that box of savageness and jealousy of yours. No one's gonna be involved in these shits no more. Because I told them not to do so. You need someone who could catch your ass, fine. Just don't include the people who doesn't want or not even willing to save your ass. Might as well beat me up, for all I care. Take advantage of my physically weak body, for all the hell I care. Just stop all these hurtful lies to others. Pick &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; instead, since you have so much hatred in you for me. That's all I'm requesting. &lt;strong&gt;HURT ME INSTEAD!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-3439187626205615640?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/3439187626205615640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=3439187626205615640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/3439187626205615640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/3439187626205615640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-was-normal-day.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-4363389863658304386</id><published>2008-09-25T14:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T14:54:46.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOHOOO! I kinda celebrated with Fazninna and Darshini after overcoming today's exam! EL P1&amp;amp;2 today. We had like, one hour of break and 45 minutes of non-stop laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were so hillarious, I tell you! Darshini and I were laughing our asses off because of Andy and Jeffrey. Babi SIAA!! HAHA! Darshini just touched me anyhow -.-''' but I shall not say how and where. It's too discusting. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEA! I had so much fun today!!! Credits to Andy, Jeffrey, Darshini and Fazninna who made my depression a lil lighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its a good thing to fake a smile and try to be positive than thinking about it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that I still have the friends I need. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The continuation of EOY is like, in two weeks' time. And I haven't OFFICIALLY studied just yet. Ok, maybe I already started :P&lt;br /&gt;But books are distracting me as well as my pc! =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This how big my smile today was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=moi.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/moi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! I think its quite big :P :D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. WEIRD-oh ppl time! :D&lt;br /&gt;Like i said.. bearshare is really an international internet communication..&lt;br /&gt;weird ppl'll start adding you up and saying things like this 'gmgnautics' guy. haha. complimentary though :) so its alright. not that its flirtatious ... it's just really random and weird-o guys adding me.. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;gmgnautics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;gmgnautics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you want to talk to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nissy92 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;gmgnautics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i want to talk to other people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nissy92 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;gmgnautics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i am talking to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nissy92 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm fine with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;gmgnautics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nissy92 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me &lt;em&gt;claire&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;gmgnautics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok &lt;em&gt;claire&lt;/em&gt; , lovely name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;gmgnautics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;my name &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;is mustafa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;gmgnautics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but call me gmg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;gmgnautics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends gave me that nick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;gmgnautics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long story to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nissy92 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nissy92 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;gmgnautics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you have an account on msn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;gmgnautics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nissy92 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think here'll do for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nissy92 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't use it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it goes on...&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i kinda made up that name. as you know, the internet could be a very dangerous threat. so, might as well give sarcastic stuffs about me. luckily no perverts, so far... :) good enough.&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind people adding me online. I just don't want to give specific stuffs about me... so yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway..&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now :)&lt;br /&gt;catch you later! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How I wish you'd be my close friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You're so cute!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-4363389863658304386?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/4363389863658304386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=4363389863658304386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/4363389863658304386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/4363389863658304386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2008/09/woohooo-i-kinda-celebrated-with.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-1198785755471013222</id><published>2008-09-24T21:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T13:49:58.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;You hiddeous filthy black-hearted numb maggot! Backstabber!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is hiddeous. I'm really bewildered. I can't take it. I'm depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something happened. And I have NO idea WHY is that person treating me like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's name that person, B, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, B is a betrayer and a humongous L-I-A-R.&lt;br /&gt;I bet that B is even happy to see this sad expression when I came in to the classroom today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did cry this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure whether she's aware that I've been crying for 2 consecutive days already.&lt;br /&gt;Today, during science lesson, I even CRIED in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for a loyal friend, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, when i reached home, I tried to bear with my emotion. Apparently, it was too much. So, I broke down into tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm sure you're happy to read this :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, I &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; LOYAL friends. Unlike you who lies and put words into my mouth. So much for being trustworthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a 'f' to whatever you do to me. I'd give a damn if you were to lie and hurt my friends' feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no intention to talk to you over this bloody stupid stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, B backstabbed me (the letter 'b' doesn't stand as any words).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I Despise B for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh--no! Don't fret, it's alright. You made me feel utterly depressed. You're the one who made me feel this way towards you. For all you know, we &lt;em&gt;were&lt;/em&gt; friends. I'm sure you're spilling out &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; the secrets I've shared with you. So much for the tons of chances I've given you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the words I mentioned and will be mentioning...&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are a monsterous big fat ass human liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;torturing people inside wouldn't make any difference!&lt;br /&gt;spoiling other people's reputation won't do you any good.&lt;br /&gt;you are stupid in a way that you put words together and say things that aren't real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes, I'm vain.&lt;br /&gt;I loathe you.&lt;br /&gt;A lot.&lt;br /&gt;For all you know, you're the one who started this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the things you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;whether emotionally or financially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm afraid this is the end of our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;I'm willing to forgive, but this time 'round, not to forget.&lt;br /&gt;Never will I be trusting you EVER again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you're happy I'm depressed ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-1198785755471013222?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/1198785755471013222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=1198785755471013222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/1198785755471013222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/1198785755471013222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-hiddeous.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5122539351932251230.post-742470900681709804</id><published>2008-09-23T21:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T22:01:08.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=pravs-j-hold-on-to-friendship.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/pravs-j-hold-on-to-friendship.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/?action=view&amp;amp;current=friendship.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g54/cute_gurl_in_pink/friendship.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MEANING OF F.R.I.E.N.D.S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Deepening friendships mean people can trust you with their secrets, both large and small. Good friends never break a confidence."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRY THIS!&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(From: &lt;a href="http://www.briomag.com/briomagazine/quizzes/a0005606.html"&gt;http://www.briomag.com/briomagazine/quizzes/a0005606.html&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are You a Loyal Friend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Denise Poon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some girls know their friends are completely loyal and trustworthy. What about you? Are you a loyal friend? Take this quiz to find out where your loyalties lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You’re surprised, yet pleased, when one of the most popular girls at school asks you to join her group for lunch. Everything’s going great until one girl starts talking bad about your best gal pal. You&lt;br /&gt;a. inform the girl your best friend means the world to you and you don’t like to hear bad things said about her.&lt;br /&gt;b. remain silent.&lt;br /&gt;c. laugh along with them, hoping these girls will like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your friend has a fever and misses school. You&lt;br /&gt;a. go to each of her classes to collect her homework. After school you practically run to her house with it and surprise her with a box of her favorite chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;b. finish all your chores and give her a call a few hours after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;c. don’t call her at all. You’ll know she’s better when she returns to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your dream date finally asks you to join him at a youth group event. Unfortunately, the night he mentions is the same night you promised to go to the movies with a friend. You&lt;br /&gt;a. tell him you’d like to go but you have plans. Then you ask if you can take a rain check.&lt;br /&gt;b. tell him you can’t join him, but ask if he’d like to go to the movie with you and your friend. You believe in “killing two birds with one stone.”&lt;br /&gt;c. go to the youth event. If your pal is a true friend, she’ll understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your best bud isn’t having a birthday party this year. You&lt;br /&gt;a. plan a surprise party for her and invite all her friends.&lt;br /&gt;b. get her a gift.&lt;br /&gt;c. tell her you’re sorry she isn’t having a party and wish her better birthday-luck next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your best friend’s Labrador is missing. You&lt;br /&gt;a. post flyers all over town and create a search party, but only after you’ve comforted her.&lt;br /&gt;b. call her later to say you’re sorry.&lt;br /&gt;c. tell her the chances of finding the dog aren’t high and she should consider getting a new dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Your girlfriend tells you she’s going to try out for the basketball team. You&lt;br /&gt;a. tell her to go for it!&lt;br /&gt;b. try to break it to her gently that it’d be close to impossible for her to make the team.&lt;br /&gt;c. bluntly say, “Because I’m team captain and the star player, I know you don’t stand a chance. You’ll be better off in the stands.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your best pal’s been feeling down the past week. You&lt;br /&gt;a. invite her to spend the night at your house so you can talk through her problems.&lt;br /&gt;b. call her to ask what’s wrong.&lt;br /&gt;c. tell her to snap out of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. After your friend tells you the name of her secret crush, you&lt;br /&gt;a. keep quiet. You’re an excellent secret keeper.&lt;br /&gt;b. tell one person. You just had to let it out!&lt;br /&gt;c. mention it to a few others at school who in turn talk to a few others about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Your best friend buys the shirt you’ve wanted for the past month. Knowing this, she apologizes. You&lt;br /&gt;a. tell her it’s not a big deal and that there are tons of other shirts from which to choose.&lt;br /&gt;b. tell her you’re kinda upset but it’s OK for her to keep the shirt.&lt;br /&gt;c. refuse to talk to her until she returns the shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You’re very happy with the results of the porcelain plate you painted. When you show it to your friend, she accidentally drops it. The two of you watch it shatter. You&lt;br /&gt;a. forgive her. After all, God’s forgiven you for a lot more serious stuff.&lt;br /&gt;b. say, “It’s OK,” but only after she apologizes about a million times.&lt;br /&gt;c. tell her she needs to pay for the cost of the plate, plus an additional amount for the time you worked on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scoring Give yourself three points for each “a” answer, two for each “b” answer and one for each “c” answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10-16 Points You’re not exactly loyal to your friends right now, but there’s time for improvement! Strengthen your friendships and win your friends’ trust by putting their needs and desires before your own. Friendship is precious, and loyalty plays a big role in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17-23 Points You’re on the fence between being loyal and disloyal. Because you’re a good friend sometimes, you already know what it looks like to be loyal. Pray to God, asking Him to help you choose loyalty over disloyalty in every situation. Then, live in the power of the Spirit and be the friend God wants you to be, day in and day out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24-30 Points Congrats! Your friends know exactly who to go to if they want advice — you! Keep up the good work. God is pleased to see you looking out for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine was about 28-29? So I guess its pretty obvious what kind of friend am I.&lt;br /&gt;heehee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the TRUE meaning of FRIENDSHIP. Not backstabbing each other neither scolding each other nor arguing over some small stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I have this kind of friends here.&lt;br /&gt;It just makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sad. really sad. utterly sad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;frustrated. really frustrated. utterly frustrated.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a liar. a real liar. a bad liar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5122539351932251230-742470900681709804?l=mystory11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/feeds/742470900681709804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5122539351932251230&amp;postID=742470900681709804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/742470900681709804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5122539351932251230/posts/default/742470900681709804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mystory11.blogspot.com/2008/09/meaning-of-f.html' title=''/><author><name>My Story</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eIVdfBncBSY/SC2Jz1bhOBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9AQS771Am3g/S220/Bimboshot0263.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
