<?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-37793496</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:20:33.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hola![:</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>169</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-7925262355449221206</id><published>2007-03-29T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T16:35:51.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;GET YOURSELF UPDATED&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Goodbye Blogspot, Hello Livejournal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOpJdtyG11Y/Rjc0q7tF6wI/AAAAAAAAABk/6nkKRivR06A/s1600-h/z76609590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059570618560015106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOpJdtyG11Y/Rjc0q7tF6wI/AAAAAAAAABk/6nkKRivR06A/s320/z76609590.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://ohbeautifulove.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://ohbeautifulove.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partially &lt;strong&gt;LOCKED&lt;/strong&gt;, get an account and add to read certain locked entries &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If not.. TOO BAD! :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for the memories :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-7925262355449221206?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/7925262355449221206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/7925262355449221206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#7925262355449221206' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOpJdtyG11Y/Rjc0q7tF6wI/AAAAAAAAABk/6nkKRivR06A/s72-c/z76609590.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-3060717736208302477</id><published>2007-03-25T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T21:51:37.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dream a little dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams dreams. Weird, funny but kinda sweet dreams lately. ERRRRR???&lt;br /&gt;Saw a rainbow in my dream on friday night. Haven't been seeing one since 2weeks? Have always been hoping to see one so thank God. Thank God :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night's was weird to the m.x.m&lt;br /&gt;Why did * had to propose?! HAHA. I think its crazy but kinda sweet though. Cos its unique like U.N.I.Q.U.E? Heh wonder what's up with me.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i guess i'm too excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, what are you trying to tell me? God has this thing of speaking to me in dreams huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love you love you love you! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOOOOOODnight all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-3060717736208302477?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/3060717736208302477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/3060717736208302477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#3060717736208302477' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-3017121781266855740</id><published>2007-03-25T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T21:19:57.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Starting to pick up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, 3 things to thank God for during the week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#1&lt;/strong&gt; He held the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#2&lt;/strong&gt; He held the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#3&lt;/strong&gt; He held the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just cos i didn't have an umbrella with me when the super dark skies threatened to send big fat raindrops down anytime. &lt;strong&gt;I just love my Daddy.&lt;/strong&gt; He held the rain 3 times leh!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week serving in GNK. I didn't have a chance to bid my class a formal goodbye. BWAH! :(&lt;br /&gt;Eudora Shin came down and asked me to go up to prepare for service. The first thing i said when i saw her is "OMG! SO PREEEEEEETY!" :D&lt;br /&gt;Silly girl got kinda upset just because i didn't notice her new haircut. Oh man, what kind of friend am i?! Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHIN&lt;/strong&gt; *slaps me on the arm* WALAU! I cut my hair leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; HUH? Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHIN&lt;/strong&gt; You mean you don't know? Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot understand certain kids laaaaa. Why are they so....argh!!!&lt;br /&gt;They keep throwing tantrums if not then they'll talk back. They are chatty and can talk non-stop. Thank God i didn't lose my cool if not....*PIAK* heh heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;No point talking to them nicely i know cos i tried. No point threatening to put them in the front to stop them from talking. Sigh, kids these days are tsktsk too hard to handle. I hope my kids won't turn out like that. :Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Its gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After service, went to PS for lunch at this place called Ichiban or something.&lt;br /&gt;Acted like some ghost in the train. HAHA. It was funny.&lt;br /&gt;Mom thinks i'm cheeky cos i asked her to secretly run out of the room while Ryan was doing his homework. :P&lt;br /&gt;Got reminded of the time &lt;s&gt;i fell&lt;/s&gt;bro pushed me off the bed and i fractured my arm :'(&lt;br /&gt;I was only...4?5?6?7? then. Wahhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Okay nuff nuff.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooooooooooos, i'm still wondering if i should get that customisation.&lt;br /&gt;2 more years to&lt;em&gt; (insert own word)&lt;/em&gt;. I can't wait! Don't worry, time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day, i was drawing some smiley face on Gf's thumb and suddenly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SW&lt;/strong&gt; Eh Amanda, you very cute leh *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; *turns to face SW* O-O? HUH why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SW&lt;/strong&gt; Very funny lo. I was observing you. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH.MY.GOODNESS. SO SCARY!&lt;br /&gt;Pictures up tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aye so cute so cute so cuteeeeeeee :D :D :D :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I....l.........o..........v...........e............shhhhhhhh its a secret &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/37793496-3017121781266855740?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/3017121781266855740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/3017121781266855740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#3017121781266855740' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-2842989302504670343</id><published>2007-03-24T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T15:05:23.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Your hands are mine to hold :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moshi moshi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got pretty pissed off with some people from school yesterday so much so that i yelled 'Bitch' into someone's face. Gosh, i never know i would do that. Seriously, such people are a pain in the ****. I certainly won't miss them 2 years down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught Mr Bean's Holiday. Kinda lame but it still managed to crack me up. Learnt how to hitch-hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; MOMMY! What if i do the sign and a taxi stops for me. I don't have to pay the uncle right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOM &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*burst out laughing*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOM&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;*nudges bro*&lt;/em&gt; You heard what she said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BRO&lt;/strong&gt; Aiyah, she&lt;em&gt; suaku&lt;/em&gt; one la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked from Lavender to Macpherson for dinner. Crabs wasn't all that great, love the chicken wings and char kway teow though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Random note: I love hugs from the back :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha told Gf that i must learn to speak (insert language) and learn to eat (insert food) so i can understand him better. Uh huh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Its coming to an end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-2842989302504670343?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/2842989302504670343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/2842989302504670343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#2842989302504670343' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-785703952814111057</id><published>2007-03-22T18:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T20:49:08.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Straight from the heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vOpJdtyG11Y/RgJaTVcSOII/AAAAAAAAAA4/_1RQ3sE8oQs/s1600-h/DSC00765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044693820828170370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vOpJdtyG11Y/RgJaTVcSOII/AAAAAAAAAA4/_1RQ3sE8oQs/s320/DSC00765.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;Moshi moshi :D&lt;br /&gt;Psst, i  have plans to move over to livejournal again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did my chinese report thing yesterday. One of the first few to reach chinese class so i requested to do my report and i did it infront of 4 people! I don't know how to read fluently and teacher had to correct me :S He marked me 9/20 and Dawson managed to convince him to give me an extra mark so i passed :Z&lt;br /&gt;But horrrrrrrr he was telling me that i will surely die X_X when the national chinese oral exam comes. He told me he'll lend me this chinese pronounciation disc thing so i can listen and note down the tone and all. My tone is like...???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kel &lt;em&gt;ponteng&lt;/em&gt; today. ORH HOR HOR HOR! :p Andddddddd Gf got caught during morning checks, i thought she got sent home! AHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;Walked to a bus stop far far away from school and took a bus down to HM. Ate and walked around. Much fun laaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;Took pictures and i couldn't stop laughing at my retarded picture. I think i look funny like ****** my mouth looks so big, i thought i kinda look like bugsbunny. &lt;em&gt;Wassup dawg?&lt;/em&gt; Eh, thats bugsbunny's line right? HAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing retardedly and so hard i had to gasp for air :Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC05178" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/177/430288689_56089debe2_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FUNNY! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH *gasp* This doesn't look like me... *mutters*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC05179" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/165/430288690_60f124b7f3_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.AM.COOL. Period&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC05162" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/167/430287862_2741e55334_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cute little indian boy(?) girl(?) aiyah kid was dragging his elmo as he walked. POOR ELMO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost walk right through a glass panel. :X HAHAHAHAHA. Reminds me of the incident at Chinese Swimming Club. We were at the restuarant and i was wearing this old old specs i thought the glass door was open so i walked right through it. Knocked my head against it and i was like "OW! OW!". The impact was so hard the whole door shook and gave the people inside a scare. Got so embarrassed i didn't dare look up till i reached the table. Hah dumbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC05192" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/159/430288692_589f1e33b9_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GIANT&lt;/span&gt; ice cream lamp from PepperLunch.&lt;br /&gt;Coooooooooooooooooooooooool~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i've lost my blogging touch. :( WHY OH WHY?&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been really blogging...i think? I just love to MIA.&lt;br /&gt;Actually cos........ahaha, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;EH. Pardon the errors k? LAZEEE to edit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAYONARAAAAAAAAAAAA. Haha. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Told cha *winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He super funny when he gets hyped up. He speaks in this high pitched voice whenever he gets a shock. He looks really cute when he is shy. Heh heh :) *blush*&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/37793496-785703952814111057?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/785703952814111057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/785703952814111057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#785703952814111057' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vOpJdtyG11Y/RgJaTVcSOII/AAAAAAAAAA4/_1RQ3sE8oQs/s72-c/DSC00765.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-842723880800698931</id><published>2007-03-21T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T11:44:03.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening when i had a bad day, when i get too excited and talk really fast, when i just got nothing to talk bout, when i am happy, when i tell you about my boring day and when i talk and nobody listen. Nobody but you. Thanks for just being there. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I...LOVE...JUN! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LA HOO HOO HOO~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more years to (insert word). Wanna see ahgua? Hehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-842723880800698931?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/842723880800698931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/842723880800698931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#842723880800698931' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-5276895389455113441</id><published>2007-03-19T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T18:41:21.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Matsumoto Jun! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/W4nSbzxrHv/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/W4nSbzxrHv/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHH! Done with episode one of HYD season 2. Nearly 2hours, whoa~&lt;br /&gt;Shall continue with episode two tmr. &lt;strong&gt;Hana Yori Dango&lt;/strong&gt; is better than Gokusen! :x&lt;br /&gt;Nice nice nice nice nice :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess Claudia can watch the last episode of it now since it was posted yesterday. I still got a long way to go. 10 more episodes!&lt;br /&gt;I love Hana Yori Dango! How cute can Matsumoto Jun get huh?&lt;br /&gt;He's super duper cute laaaaaaaaa. Ahhhhhhhhhhh gaga. I think he overtook Rain's place. Oops. HAHA! ANGIEEEEEEEEE :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO SO SO SO SO HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MATSUMOTO JUN! AYEEEEEEEE :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM CRAZEEEEEEEE. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-5276895389455113441?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/5276895389455113441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/5276895389455113441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#5276895389455113441' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-7789117930866172279</id><published>2007-03-19T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T16:11:18.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Oh yeah?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gf and i were late for school today. :Z&lt;br /&gt;I managed to stay awake most of the time. So tired lorrrrr but i shall not complain cos poor Alibaba and Gf slept close to 3AM.&lt;br /&gt;Went down today and pointed out that random guy who said bye to us the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"BYE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*Amanda stares at Gf*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"You know him?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"No."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"HUH. I also don't know him...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*Amanda shrugs* "Don't care la."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to protect Luting from her pervert *******. He behaves so weird and *whispers* scary...&lt;br /&gt;So the whole conversation from school to CP was about him. We kept laughing and laughing AT HIM and i almost bang my head against the wall :S&lt;br /&gt;I know its mean but but...i cannot stop la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Eh, we're so mean. Stop laughing at him!!!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;*burst out laughing*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*****&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Found a website to watch all my shows (: Video loads pretty fast maybe cos not many knows of that site. And and its unlike YouTube which only allows like less than 10mins of each clip? &lt;em&gt;Load until siao ahhh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love Matsumoto :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-7789117930866172279?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/7789117930866172279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/7789117930866172279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#7789117930866172279' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-2851862469096892545</id><published>2007-03-18T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T18:31:39.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;So where do we go?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's prac was...sigh. I feel so...dumb and hopeless and......&lt;br /&gt;But Constance was ever so encouraging. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so (insert word) beside (insert name). (insert name) is an all rounder.&lt;br /&gt;I can't even open a canned drink how stupid can i get huh. S thinks i'm i-don't-know-what to think (insert name) is kind just because  (insert name) opened the canned drink for me. Haha, really what. If  (insert name) is mean she won't even bother right? Actually.... (insert name) is quite nice la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GNK was fun. Made angels during class.  Oh before that, we were walking around the room singing and doing the actions to Christ in the Vessel.&lt;br /&gt;The kids were seriously cute. I love Esther! She looks like Dora the Explora :D&lt;br /&gt;Shopping day was fun...for the kids. Counted money during the evaluation and Frankie fed me &lt;s&gt;FIST&lt;/s&gt;fishballs. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhh.........!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Claudia on the way to the bus stop with Eudora so took the bus home with her. AHHHH! She watched Hana Yori Dango Season 2 already!!! I ALSO WANT. AHHHH........ Matsumoto Jun is so cuteeeeeee. :DDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke this old couple who was sleeping on the bus just before i got off the bus. Stretched my hand the first time to tap the auntie on her shoulder but she didn't wake up. So i was asking God if i should wake them up -.-&lt;br /&gt;So i was like "Okay, just wake and ask them if they wanna get off or something".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; *taps uncle on shoulder* errr... ni men yao xia che mah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UNCLE&lt;/strong&gt; HUH? dao zhan le ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; eh, wo bu zhi dao....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UNCLE &lt;/strong&gt;*looks left and right* hao xiang hai mei you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; oh okay. na wo xia che ah. *walks towards exit*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UNCLE&lt;/strong&gt; AH! hao xiang shi zhe zhan. dao jia le dao jia le *shakes his wife*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; *laughs* okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UNCLE&lt;/strong&gt; *gets off the bus* xie xie ni ah. xie xie *BIG BIG smile* :D&lt;br /&gt;*amanda walks off, uncle points her out to wifey, wifey smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking...oh nevermind. Sometimes i don't know whats up with me lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why not take a look at yourself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flirty girls are a major turn off. :Z&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH! SCHOOL REOPENS TMR. MUST WAKE UP EARLY LO. AHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;GF, WE CANNOT BE LATE! HEHE. WHO'S GONNA PREPARE RECESS LEH? :D&lt;br /&gt;ASK SHAN TO BRING THE LEFTOVER BREAD FROM PICNIC AND I'D BRING LEFTOVER TUNA! HAHA, JUST KIDDING.. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-2851862469096892545?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/2851862469096892545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/2851862469096892545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#2851862469096892545' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-8583446215091784424</id><published>2007-03-18T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T17:20:53.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;If only the world thinks this way...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Why try so hard to fit in when you're born to stand out?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; is an unconditional commitment to an imperfect person to meet the needs of that person in such a way that will require sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But i like that special feeling.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pooh?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, Piglet"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh nothing. I just wanted to be sure of you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-8583446215091784424?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/8583446215091784424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/8583446215091784424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#8583446215091784424' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-7468200902437169466</id><published>2007-03-17T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T13:39:00.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hellohellohellohellohello! &lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/emoticons/Pwnguins_Emoticons_by_BrianTheGreat.gif" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;piano lesson today so i slept in till like 11plus. Read the morning paper, turned on the comp, had fried rice with leftover pasta sauce for lunch and a huge cup of ribena &lt;/img&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/emoticons/w00t.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy cos God answered my prayers(: We **** **** **** *********! &lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/emoticons/Juan_Jr__by_techwarman.gif" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But i know, i'm have yet to reach that stage. Sigh&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my way, i'm on my way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another random add on MSN. Okay, not really random but i didn't quite expected it. And cousin is being the idiot by adding the both of us into a conversation. Stupid matchmaker! Grrrrrr. I don't wantttttttttt!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/emoticons/Fox_Emoticons_pack4_by_tenedria.gif" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, i ought to get ready for girlband prac in church at 3pm later. &lt;em&gt;No name yet!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random: I think * is cute&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/emoticons/DM36_Contest__In_Love_by_TheGirlAna.gif" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt; Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-7468200902437169466?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/7468200902437169466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/7468200902437169466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#7468200902437169466' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/emoticons/th_Pwnguins_Emoticons_by_BrianTheGreat.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-8939686672607522389</id><published>2007-03-16T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T18:07:24.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/owrI-jecfm/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/owrI-jecfm/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When i look at the stars...i feel like myself."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe I've been the problem/ Maybe I'm the one to blame/ But even when I turn it off and blame myself/ The outcome feels the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars looking at our planet/ Watching entropy and pain/ And maybe startin' to wonder/ How the chaos in our lives could pass as sane&lt;/span&gt; &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/37793496-8939686672607522389?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/8939686672607522389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/8939686672607522389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#8939686672607522389' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-5484791921539869032</id><published>2007-03-16T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T14:28:38.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Something to bake on a rainy day? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOpJdtyG11Y/Rfo32-kNsEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/min7smu9n_M/s1600-h/29598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042404150442045506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOpJdtyG11Y/Rfo32-kNsEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/min7smu9n_M/s200/29598.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Chocolate cupcakes &lt;em&gt;oooh lala~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of hopping across the bridge and over to Girlfriend's house :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored at home. I shall go raid the fridge, pig out while being a couch potato before i go off for a short nap.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe skip all those and just go to bed. Right now, sleep seems so inviting. &lt;em&gt;Cosy cosy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks for calling &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-5484791921539869032?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/5484791921539869032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/5484791921539869032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#5484791921539869032' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vOpJdtyG11Y/Rfo32-kNsEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/min7smu9n_M/s72-c/29598.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-6145199285088660339</id><published>2007-03-16T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T13:43:53.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vOpJdtyG11Y/RfoufukNsCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/IE6rIlarzcA/s1600-h/your_fucking_frustrating__fk_u_by_gabygaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042393855405436962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vOpJdtyG11Y/RfoufukNsCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/IE6rIlarzcA/s200/your_fucking_frustrating__fk_u_by_gabygaby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;this is so frustrating so frustrating so frustrating this is so frustrating this is so frustrating this is so frustrating this is so frustrating this is so frustrating so frustrating this is so frustrating so frustrating so frustrating so frustrating this is so frustrating this is so frustrating this is so frustrating this is so frustrating this is so frustrating this is so frustrating this is so frustrating this is so frustrating this is so frustrating this is so frustrating this is so frustrating this is so frustrating this is so frustrating this is so frustrating this is so frustrating this is so frustrating this is so frustrating this is so frustrating this is so frustrating this is so frustrating this is so frustrating this is so frustrating this is so frustrating this is so frustrating this is so frustrating this is so frustrating this is so frustrating this is so frustrating this is so frustrating this is so frustrating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm having the day from hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everything is f'ed up straight from the heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tell me, what do you do when it all falls apart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gotta pick myself up, where do I start &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cause I can't turn to you when it all falls apart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-6145199285088660339?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/6145199285088660339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/6145199285088660339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#6145199285088660339' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vOpJdtyG11Y/RfoufukNsCI/AAAAAAAAAAg/IE6rIlarzcA/s72-c/your_fucking_frustrating__fk_u_by_gabygaby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-2599755615608380695</id><published>2007-03-15T16:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T16:16:34.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You are a Good Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're always willing to listen&lt;br /&gt;Or lend a shoulder to cry on&lt;br /&gt;You're there through thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;Many people consider you their "best friend"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindoffriendareyouquiz/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Kind of Friend Are You?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You belong in 1969&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1960 - 1969: You are a free spirit with a huge heart. Love, peace, and happiness rule - oh, and &lt;s&gt;drugs too.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatyeardoyoubelonginquiz/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Year Do You Belong In?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You are 15 Years Old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank God i act MY age:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You Follow Your Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're romantic, sentimental, and emotional.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to fall in (and out of) love very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Some may call you fickle, but you can't help where your emotions take you.&lt;br /&gt;You've definitely broken a few hearts, but you're not a heartbreaker by nature.&lt;br /&gt;Your intentions are always good, even if they change with the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyoufollowyourheadoryourheartquiz/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do You Follow Your Head or Your Heart?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are A Friendly Ex&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You and your ex are just friends - great friends really.&lt;br /&gt;(At least that's what you keep telling yourself!)&lt;br /&gt;While civility is a good thing, make sure you're not secretly wanting more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattypeofexareyouquiz/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Type of Ex Are You?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Your Blog Should Be Purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're an expressive, offbeat blogger who tends to write about anything and everything.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to set blogging trends, and you're the most likely to write your own meme or survey.&lt;br /&gt;You are a bit distant though. Your blog is all about you - not what anyone else has to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyourblogorjournalbequiz/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Colour Should Your Blog or Journal Be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Your Love Life Secrets Are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on your life, you will have a few true loves.&lt;br /&gt;Although you may have been hurt before, you tend to bring very little scars into new relationships.&lt;br /&gt;You want to be with someone who's a success. A person with the right job, right family, right clothes...&lt;br /&gt;In fights, you love to debate and defend yourself. You logic prevails - or at least you'd like to think so.&lt;br /&gt;You have a hard time ending relationships, even if the other person says it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/yourlovelifesecretsrevealedquiz/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Love Life Secrets, Revealed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You Are Crimson Red&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down to earth and warm-hearted, you instantly make everyone feel at ease around you.&lt;br /&gt;And while you have an understated passion - you lack the uncontrolled passion of most other reds.&lt;br /&gt;You prefer to sit back and enjoy every situation life has to offer. You put an optimistic spin on everything.&lt;br /&gt;And even when things are going well, you don't get too amped up. You prefer to keep your emotions as steady as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorredareyouquiz/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Colour Red Are You?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Ideal Relationship is Serious Dating &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You're not ready to go walking down the aisle.&lt;br /&gt;But you may be ready in a couple of years.&lt;br /&gt;You prefer to date one on one, with a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;And while chemistry is important, so is compatibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyouridealrelationshipquiz/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whats Your Ideal Relationship?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-2599755615608380695?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/2599755615608380695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/2599755615608380695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#2599755615608380695' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-552009154387052572</id><published>2007-03-15T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T16:04:35.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;As promised... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="03170040" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/159/421044215_890d999d92_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="03170029" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/126/421042283_25396c450a_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="03170032" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/187/421042284_85ef08c59e_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="03170034" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/172/421044199_3e75e0abb0_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="03170035" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/126/421044201_5ee1805ff8_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="03170037" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/185/421044203_6c2d79611c_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="03170038" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/147/421044205_14b7beaaa8_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="03170042" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/177/421047170_9ce4cb9070_m.jpg" width="240" 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src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/161/421051012_d77d380627_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="03170063" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/182/421051013_f8c18bb4c2_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="03170070" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/160/421051020_9a5ad7e42f_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="03170071" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/188/421054490_6f92fb9c9e_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="03170072" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/152/421054491_263bd0ad09_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="03170073" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/163/421054501_e3965ca725_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="03170078" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/158/421054504_6100e63c0e_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="03170079" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/147/421054506_8897f01dd1_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="03170080" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/183/421054516_c1637c00a5_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="03170082" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/179/421853615_d8a6f3358e_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="03170083" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/421853617_8051a5833b_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="03170086" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/186/421853618_f09bc3cb49_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="03170087" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/182/421853622_77bf9eb503_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much zooooooooom resulted in some blurry photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kermit came to mind just before i went to bed last night. Realised i haven't been talking to him for months! He talked to me today. Yeappos.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, G!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Geraldine Pang is going to Japan to study! :(&lt;br /&gt;When, where?! Lets go send her off okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freddo chocolates keeps me happy. (:&lt;br /&gt;I feel like baking choco muffins but am lazy to go get the ingredients. RAHHHHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-552009154387052572?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/552009154387052572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/552009154387052572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#552009154387052572' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/159/421044215_890d999d92_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-7030590348431841761</id><published>2007-03-14T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T21:48:40.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Actually counted the number of NC16 movies now showing in cinemas. Man, a total of 7!!!&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the day when i can watch NC16 movies &lt;u&gt;legally&lt;/u&gt;. Aha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to Mr Camel before i went to bed yesterday asking him when will Shin be back and almost an hour later, she messaged me. Yeah, she's back :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="DSC05027" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/420999551_933ffa7ebb_m.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This is the upside down Mr Camel :)&lt;br /&gt;He came a long long way from Israel okay! Eudora Shin bought it cos i asked for a cameeeeeeeel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC05025" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/186/420999550_acbd6c25b8_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My humps my humps my humps :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC05024" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/170/420999545_04a4d99169_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Mr Camel's carrrrrrrtoon face. Cuteness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed to school, thinking we were late. Saw Gurmit, Joakim and crew filming. Remedial was more like story telling session. Ended early so we went to watch them film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="03170004" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/123/421042260_75d974807b_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="03170009" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/126/421042268_8e407f1419_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met the rest at downtown bus stop. Started to rain elephants, wanted to share a hut with this couple but they were.....kissing! Erp erpppppp.&lt;br /&gt;Crossed two bridges and finally reached a spot we were quite satisfied with. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC05045" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/167/421003970_3d2f8f0bc5_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC05034" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/132/421000926_ffb9e6bc8c_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="03170014" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/179/421042275_5dfd947872_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC05031" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/132/421000924_9325f46348_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Guess who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC05032" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/171/421000925_186fafe0e9_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This little rascal tagged along :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC05036" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/126/421000928_2b67de0ce0_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC05038" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/151/421000936_5d18b76b49_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Played beach volleyball and soccer. Hehe. G and i ended up kicking each other &lt;strong&gt;hard&lt;/strong&gt; on the foot. AHHH PAIN OKAY! :/ Impact was so&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that the beachball kinda tore so we bought a new one. :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="DSC05088" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/147/421018570_114c03383a_m.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;swing swing~&lt;/em&gt; This is out of the many many swings photos but its still not up to my standard): Kel &amp;amp; Shan took like 30 over plus or even more shots of me on the swing. HAHA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Took even more photos, played, ate ice cream and walked a long way out. I'm tired so i'd post the rest of the photos(like 20 over?) tomorrow. Had fun today, thanks sweeties :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Smile smile smile. Please don't ignore me :Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh, i was hoping to see a rainbow today...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-7030590348431841761?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/7030590348431841761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/7030590348431841761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#7030590348431841761' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/420999551_933ffa7ebb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-6878217428958137292</id><published>2007-03-14T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T20:50:49.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;feeling like an idiot, stop crying infront of the comp......... weird weird weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;stupid manda, stop it STOP IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm damn sorry okay. pls don't ignore meeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;SIGH :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;pls don't think its my fault. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;God help me!!! sometimes i don't know what people want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;now i cannot stop crying cos person B got scolded and and and.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;:'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-6878217428958137292?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/6878217428958137292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/6878217428958137292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#6878217428958137292' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-5062891485968000134</id><published>2007-03-14T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T20:46:51.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry okay. I'm feeling damn bad. :(&lt;br /&gt;I asked person A about details for **** and asked if she knew that person B couldn't make it. Person A didn't know so she got fed up, ringed up person B and scolded her. Person B later complaint to me in this angry tone. &lt;em&gt;"Wah lao.. You told her rite?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; now i don't know what to do.. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Somehow tears just roll down like that lo. :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling damn sad, bad and angry with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;How stupid can Amanda get huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH! God help make things fine between the both of them okay? Now they are fuming mad and i think i'm the cause of it. :Z Me and my big mouth? But seriously, if i don't tell person A that person B won't be coming for **** and if she finds out on her own tmr she'll be super mad laaaaaaa! Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;I still remember another incident during YC. Found out not many people was bathing so i went back to my bunk and told them. M chided me, "Walau! You tell them for what?".&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S WRONG?!?! :'( Sighsigh.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i don't know if what i'm doing is right or wrong. YOU tell me... :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-5062891485968000134?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/5062891485968000134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/5062891485968000134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#5062891485968000134' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-4099778404280864460</id><published>2007-03-13T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T20:54:36.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can choose not to get angry, you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happiness is a choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daddy God, you heard Ryan's prayers right? :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Childlike faith. He kept assuring me "yay, tmr i can go..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; You ask daddy already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RYAN&lt;/strong&gt; No. Can go one. Can go one &lt;em&gt;*pats me on my shoulder*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought Ryan for his tuition before going for piano prac.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around aimlessly before going back to pick him up then we headed down to supermarket to get junk food! :D&lt;br /&gt;I love my kid brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes! Daddy God answered Ryan's prayers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picnic with the girls tmr and kid brother is coming along :D :D&lt;br /&gt;Thank God thank God :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-4099778404280864460?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/4099778404280864460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/4099778404280864460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#4099778404280864460' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-5501698952654551534</id><published>2007-03-13T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T15:37:16.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="280"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ePTDNq71quQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ePTDNq71quQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, its NC16. I wanna grow, grow, grow.&lt;br /&gt;Grow pill anyone? &lt;em&gt;Chilli cha chaaaaaa~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;School was fun. Gf came over and we're supposed to reach school at 0830 but at that point of time, we were just getting up the bus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanted to meet up with Shan &amp; Horse but saw them walking to school while we were on the bus. Frantic phone calls to no avail. Gf was telling me how nice would it be if we could just open the window and shout across. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Got a break and the whole lot of us went over to 711. 711 is dominated by NCHS. :D&lt;br /&gt;Shan did something crazy by calling out to this old lady. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*old lady stares*&lt;br /&gt;*amanda smiles nervously before giving a small wave*&lt;br /&gt;*old lady smiles back and wave enthusiastically*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the whole extra lessons thing ended, watched some people climbed out through the side gate. :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I ought to get ready! Gotta bring younger bro for his tuition and off to piano prac. Wonder how i'm gonna spend the extra half an hour... :z&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Stravo Lepina"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-5501698952654551534?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/5501698952654551534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/5501698952654551534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#5501698952654551534' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-8128648780424402430</id><published>2007-03-12T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T16:47:38.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt; is the colour soon arriving&lt;br /&gt;When all the darkness of the mood just drifts away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt; has a habit of surviving&lt;br /&gt;Can justice breathe some life into her guilty day&lt;br /&gt;When&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; purple&lt;/span&gt; leaves begin their falling&lt;br /&gt;They mirror all the confidence that's gone&lt;br /&gt;With &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt; lights illuminating&lt;br /&gt;Familiar patterns calm the fears that make you run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the colours of the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;I see all the colours of the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Indigo&lt;/span&gt; calls and beckons slowly&lt;br /&gt;The consolation of a void in which to fall&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt; ochre humbles lowly&lt;br /&gt;A constellation flickers bright along the hall&lt;br /&gt;Can&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; green&lt;/span&gt; remain as fresh as dawning?&lt;br /&gt;The vivid space suggested never to return&lt;br /&gt;As &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;bronze&lt;/span&gt; arrives after the morning&lt;br /&gt;He silent as a tree lives falls and has to burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the colours of the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;I see all the colours of the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="DSC01979" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/128/418560761_2a95c0b102_m.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank God cramps wasn't as bad as the last time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;GNK duty was quite alright. Thank God Constance was there to lead worship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Asriel did all those funny actions which tickled us. Helped Auntie Mag with her class and Sophia came to help:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Did colouring followed by pasting of memory verse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Taught Sean how to recognise colours and one by one the kids starting thrusting colour pencils in front of my face and shouting their colours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Disturbed Sophia with the Winnie the Pooh puppet. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Got kinda attached to the puppet and Auntie Mag was like &lt;em&gt;"Come, Amanda jiejie wants to tell you(the kids) a story."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After service Mom came to find me. I didn't have enough time to talk to some people :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jeremiah's daddy drove us to Auntie Florence house for lunch. Jeremiah is so cute laaaaaa. He kept telling us he is 40kg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Felt kinda lost at first but Pearlyn came shortly after. &lt;em&gt;Whoopie dee!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Watched some really old kids show starring Shawn Ng and that Situ Bi guy when they were younger like maybe 7-9 years old? Pearlyn and i were gushing over how cute they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Auntie Florence showed me the new digicam she bought at discount price and she was like&lt;em&gt; "if you want to use it just let me know okay!" &lt;/em&gt;How nice :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Walau, i should have go along when Pearlyn's mom asked if i wanna join them for the IT exhibition since its the last day! That way i can persuade Mom to get me one since we&lt;em&gt; 'don't wanna leave empty handed'&lt;/em&gt;. Sigh, oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pearlyn's mom was friendly but i was kinda afraid of her :z&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She kept telling me to pick up cooking cos &lt;em&gt;"a way to a man's heart is through his stomach."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But i prefer baking! poots :( ahah, i wanna try baking muffins. Maybe this week, mmhmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played with Faith's cousin, Belle.&lt;br /&gt;She's such a sweetie:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC05004" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/158/418560762_969e84b422_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Hi Belle(: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC05013" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/130/418560766_5418f3a639_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks kinda korean right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC05006" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/128/418560764_105b553832_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to use the packet of mamee to cover her face. GOTCHA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC05015" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/157/418560767_df0352ffe9_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH! CUTENESS. I WANT A BABY!!! :x &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Managed to stay up to watch Ugly Betty and Sophia was so funny laa.&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I miss Shin :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If not the 3 of us would be watching it together....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;Oh oh! I love that japanese guy, &lt;strong&gt;Matsumoto Jun&lt;/strong&gt; from Hana Yori Dango(the jap ver of Meteor Garden).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He's so cuteeeeeeeeeee la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="jun4" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/184/418626133_4c53366d24_m.jpg" width="201" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CUTE JAP GUY&lt;/strong&gt; I am so angry that i feel hungry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIS FRIEND&lt;/strong&gt; You idiot. That's no way to describe your anger. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="jun1" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/172/418626129_38bfbc87c3_m.jpg" width="156" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; another one... :))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CUTE JAP GUY&lt;/strong&gt; Why not let's get married?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GIRL&lt;/strong&gt; Uh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CUTE JAP GUY&lt;/strong&gt; Don't you think its a nice idol?&lt;em&gt;(He meant idea)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GIRL&lt;/strong&gt; What?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CUTE JAP GUY&lt;/strong&gt; Nice idol? &lt;em&gt;*girl stares*&lt;/em&gt; Nice nice nice i... Nice i....i love you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="jun2" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/146/418626131_7ebd658d98_m.jpg" width="182" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAHA! And whenever someone trys to correct him, he'll laugh it off and call them a pighead for not knowing such a word or sentence exist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="jun3" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/165/418626132_0ef70567e2_m.jpg" width="194" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;why is he so cute huh huh huh??? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard the DreamGirls song playing the other day and Elmo suddenly came to mind. :)&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Gay boy :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-8128648780424402430?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/8128648780424402430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/8128648780424402430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#8128648780424402430' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/128/418560761_2a95c0b102_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-4988881005389080610</id><published>2007-03-10T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T19:58:17.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Delirious- History Maker&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, give me the strength to go on.&lt;br /&gt;I'm completely shagged...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legs are aching from all that walking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take the pain away God. Take take take it all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asriel and i are gonna worship lead for sunday school tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Hope my legs are strong enough to jump for My Redeemer Lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, i thank God for everything. :)&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for giving me the opportunity to bless others.&lt;br /&gt;G and i gave the old lady at Far East some money.&lt;br /&gt;Walked past and saw her staring into space. G and i glanced at each other before walking back to her. Her eyes lit up the moment she saw us walking toward her. Awww...&lt;br /&gt;She was so grateful and we felt really......oh the feeling is indescribable! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thats the joy of giving.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-4988881005389080610?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/4988881005389080610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/4988881005389080610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#4988881005389080610' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-4504422349318268588</id><published>2007-03-10T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T14:42:31.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When you're dreaming with a broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The waking up is the hardest part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You roll out of bed and down on your knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And for a moment you can hardly breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was so afraid of my piano results, i kept praying and praying that i won't see a F when i went for piano today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I.have.yet.to.get.my.results.back. I know you guys are as anxious as i am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ms Lim was so confident that i'd pass that she started telling me plans for the mmhmm..future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jump grade 2 and sit for grade 3 next year? I'm starting to feel the pressure...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Of course i would love to jump grade 3 laaaaa. But i just started picking up piano last year, barely half a year after learning the basics and *POOF* i sat for grade 1 exams. &amp; now, i've got to prac like real hard to see &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt; progress before i move on to grade 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And i think grade 3 is kinda hard for me since i spend less than half a year learning the basics and the rest of the year preparing for my grade 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So God, how? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Please don't have so much confidence in me when i don't even have in myself. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/pictures/DSC04980.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Retail therapy! *two thumbs up*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bought white patent heels, dark blue suspenders, a black silk tie and 3 tops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Man, it was good. :) I was still talking bout it during cell discussion. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Drank lots of fruit juice. Like 3cups!!! Haha. Sugarcane with lemon, watermelon and soursop! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've learn something, always bring water when you're shopping! we are&lt;em&gt; shui tongs&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/pictures/416192830_6914babe00_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/pictures/416192832_b3ea053fe4_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/pictures/416192833_95e7beb165_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Popped by Forever 21 and was told there wasn't any 'Got God' shirts left! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As usual, i embarrassed myself! :s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Accidentally dropped the dirty fork into my bag and Gf bluffed me that a &lt;em&gt;shuai ge&lt;/em&gt; was sitting behind and he saw everything! Pfffffft. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/pictures/DSC04826.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/pictures/DSC04973.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/pictures/DSC04964.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/pictures/DSC04961.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/pictures/DSC04916.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Was walking along Meridian Hotel when i kinda tripped and Gf said this guy who was smoking stopped and stared at me like this O.O &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don't know whats up with my hand, knocked over a shoe and it landed in the middle. A customer got such a shocked that she stared at the shoe before the both of us burst out laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nearly fell off the steps of the bridge. Thank God Bling was there to support.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/pictures/DSC04948.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/pictures/DSC04947.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. 4 are enough to send me hidding in a hole. Gf &amp;amp; Blings came over for dinner before going for cell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/pictures/DSC04861.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/pictures/DSC04865.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yakyak. i am ducky duck. &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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/pictures/DSC04895.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/pictures/DSC04925.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I saw some guy who looked like &lt;strong&gt;Rain&lt;/strong&gt;!!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So cuteeeeeeeee. Ayeeeeeee so cute so cute so cute so cute so cute so cute so cute so cute so cute so cute so cute so cute so cute so cute so cute so cute so cute so cute so cute so cute so cute so cute so cute so cute so cute so cute so cute so cute so cute so cute so cute so cute so cute so cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*hyperventilate*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I miss Shin): You promised to bring back a starfish for meee!!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/pictures/DSC04905.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I find it funny whenever i see someone trip and fall. HAHA. That explains why i couldn't stop laughing when i tripped countless times yesterday. HAHAHAHAH. It was so funny. WHOA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/pictures/DSC04682.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please don't be a silly banana and take this off my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you're dreaming with a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;The giving up is the hardest part&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/pictures/DSC04994.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the tops i bought. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-4504422349318268588?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/4504422349318268588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/4504422349318268588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#4504422349318268588' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/pictures/th_DSC04980.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-3532953441237519686</id><published>2007-03-07T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T21:25:00.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Imagine me without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABC&lt;/strong&gt; he is not like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEF&lt;/strong&gt; he is! just that you don't know him well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp; then it got me thinking...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Think you know someone really well? Think again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how you've been talking to that person for a long time(lets say 2years), and one day you realised just how much you don't know about him. I guess two years is kinda short. Friendship is like an investment. You invest time and effort into it day by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i'd love to read peoples minds. Really i do. How am i to know if they're being truthful or genuine in being friends and making this friendship work?&lt;br /&gt;I thought i've really really know people well. But i guess.... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so much better talking to older people and sometimes feel they make better friends. Maybe one reason is they are so much mature! Aha. Online friends too. &lt;em&gt;nostringsattached&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i really really think dogs and teddy bears are so much better in this role as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm have yet to reach the stage where i can say "my closest friends are in church".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;because the people are......... :S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;there's no more warmth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;how come mic is so enjoying herself in FCBC? how are our church different? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;mmhmm, one fine day i'll find out on my own...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school is so much better, right? :)&lt;br /&gt;Am i expecting too much? BAH. Okay, i'm just crapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: i know i may sound stupid by saying this. BUT PLEASE DON'T RIP &lt;strong&gt;ANYTHING&lt;/strong&gt; OFF MY BLOG. IF YOU REALLY WANT THEN CREDIT LA. DON'T COPY PASTE THEN SAY 'I DID THIS'&lt;br /&gt;PFFFFFFFFT.&lt;br /&gt;YOU RIP, YOU R.I.P&lt;br /&gt;There's still some stupid bugger who always visit my blog and rip.&lt;br /&gt;wth. still got people like this one meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" There will always be people who will judge you from the way you look or were you are from, but there are far more people who will not, and those are the people whose words matter most." -Starfire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took this off Mabel's blog :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-3532953441237519686?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/3532953441237519686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/3532953441237519686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#3532953441237519686' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-6201801588754566225</id><published>2007-03-07T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T17:14:46.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/pictures/DSC04805.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No calls for CWO today. Yippey yay! Let's celebrate :D&lt;br /&gt;School was draggy. So glad tomorrow's the last day before we break for march hols.&lt;br /&gt;Shopping on friday. White patent heels, metallic leggings, red candy machine :D YAHOOOOOO......!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/pictures/DSC04815.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; when it all melts away...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw my _____!!! &lt;em&gt;Not spoilt for choice just torn between...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/pictures/DSC04804.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hope dangles on a string&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw babe in CP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/pictures/DSC04817.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, cuteeeeeee. Along with this parrot who threatened to bite off my finger. Boohoo poor me :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's date seems oh so familar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS&lt;/em&gt; Happy 18th Birthday KT the used to be DMM. I didn't forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;White pearl or sugar pink? That is the question.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/pictures/DSC04793.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Jewel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G says:&lt;/strong&gt; Jewel's backside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mic says:&lt;/strong&gt; Jewel's body?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JH says:&lt;/strong&gt; Jewel's leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your&lt;/em&gt; turn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-6201801588754566225?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/6201801588754566225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/6201801588754566225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#6201801588754566225' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m123/its-rainingoutside/pictures/th_DSC04805.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-2576362641892038885</id><published>2007-03-06T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T17:52:44.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We’re gonna paint this big old town red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh, here we come, here we come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh, here we come, here we come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#FBFBFB" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fyouth.anmc.us%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FDelirious-%20Paint%20The%20Town%20Red.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#FBFBFB;border:#FF0000;button:#330000;player_text:#FF0000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;G &amp; i wasn't late for school today. We're seeing improvement! *clap hands*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;First two periods were F&amp;amp;N. I've got like 10-15 survey qns to type out and i'd need 20 teenagers to help with the survey. if you're aged btw 12-18 pls PM me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;Mic got pretty crazy toward the end of recess. Started laughing like she was crying -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mr Ansar came in so Mic had to leave our class and as Mic was walking out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; MICHELLE!!! LAUGH AT ANSAR! QUICK LAUGH AT ANSAR!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp; Alibaba started laughing. She thinks what i said is super funny. AHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;Blings, Gf &amp;amp; Mic are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; bullies. So sad, Gf also joined in the bullying :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kept tickling and poking me during weekly assembly causing me to&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;jump&lt;/span&gt; every few mins. &amp; Mic kept raising &lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt; hand!!! O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; please please. stop it.... :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLINGS&lt;/strong&gt; can you stop being so fragile?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; WEI! i'm not fragile okay? you guys are roughhhhhh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; i'm...gentle :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLINGS &amp;amp; GF&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;*coughcough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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;Waited damn long for the key to arrive. So we past time by sitting outside our classroom, comparing legs and screaming. Yes, screaming. HAHA. Blings screamed cos she's in pain. &amp; i screamed just for the fun of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So fun laaaaaa. Hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(insert name), (insert name) &amp; i thought of (insert word) tmr cos we don't want to (insert word).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but it;d be so obvious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;still in search for my red candy machine :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-2576362641892038885?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/2576362641892038885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/2576362641892038885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#2576362641892038885' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-2368754504395513858</id><published>2007-03-06T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T17:01:40.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;WHO IS THAT TURTLE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a random add on msn. thought it might be someone i know since my email add is &lt;em&gt;confusing&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;with &lt;em&gt;q &lt;/em&gt;as &lt;em&gt;g &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;z &lt;/em&gt;as &lt;em&gt;s&lt;/em&gt;. and i don't post it online or whattttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038720662308137714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOpJdtyG11Y/Re0hvv9MKvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/snk7jjnhakc/s200/whatsthis.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ta dao di zai jiang WHAT??? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;say what? say what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone care to enlighten me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i realised the link on the screenshot is not working for me and some peepo. oh well, too bad then. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.50PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;WHAT THE POKE. gf says that person said nice to meet you and allll and hopes to be good friends with me :z&lt;/p&gt;not really possible cos i blocked him, her whoever that is.&lt;br /&gt;byebye :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-2368754504395513858?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/2368754504395513858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/2368754504395513858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#2368754504395513858' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOpJdtyG11Y/Re0hvv9MKvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/snk7jjnhakc/s72-c/whatsthis.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-2365243116548234783</id><published>2007-03-05T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T18:54:49.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"yi ge ren sheng huo very nice"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"yeah. of cos very nice la"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"huh? you listen to it before?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"omgness! its a song laaaa! -.- "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;" OH! -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;burst out laughing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-2365243116548234783?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/2365243116548234783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/2365243116548234783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#2365243116548234783' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-143401080631961428</id><published>2007-03-05T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T16:03:45.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;are you happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#FBFBFB"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.lln.sfcbelgium.net%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FDelirious-United%20Hillsong-King%20of%20Majesty.rbs&amp;colors=body:#FBFBFB;border:#330000;button:#330000;player_text:#330000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waited at this particular bus stop for 30mins. was afraid i'd not reach on time.&lt;br /&gt;got pretty frustrated and worried. nearly burst into tears.&lt;br /&gt;imagine seeing hundreds of cars zoomed by, four 83s, three 27s, two 956s, five 88s, three 89s, two 136s, two 82s passed and yet not a single 156 in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;texted gf countless times but got no reply. it was only later when i called debs that i found out there's no such bus there! really thank God for debs(: &lt;em&gt;why am i so stupid huh?&lt;/em&gt; so in the end, decided to take cab down. was walking on the grass patch just next to the road when this cab stopped for me. thanks uncle. he wanted to speed cos he thought i was late. aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm sorry God for blaming you :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got kinda lost in j8.  i.have.never.been.to.j8.before.&lt;br /&gt;i know, pathetic :Z&lt;br /&gt;&amp; finally, i found Cristofori. friendly lady took down my particulars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LADY&lt;/strong&gt; do you know what your name means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME &lt;/strong&gt;huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LADY&lt;/strong&gt; loving is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; uh.. i think it means worthy of love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LADY&lt;/strong&gt; haha. worthy of love. niceee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piano exam was scary. i made mistakes. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;but the angmoh examiner was friendly, kind and all. he wrote alot!! ahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;big fat scary cow. moo moo :s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i must must must do my F&amp;amp;N research now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how many pages ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-143401080631961428?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/143401080631961428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/143401080631961428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#143401080631961428' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-3495267480867382125</id><published>2007-03-05T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T12:05:27.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Rooftops.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our time is up, when our lives are done.&lt;br /&gt;Will we say we've had our fun?&lt;br /&gt;Will we make a mark this time?&lt;br /&gt;Will we always say we tried?&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the rooptops everybody scream your heart out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Stainless steel,stained hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yay! took early leave from sch. cabbed home and the driver was funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;he thought i was late so i couldn't take my exam in sch and had to be sent home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;gf, blings and amanda lin(?) accompanied me to GO :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;amanda lin doesn't know what GO stands for! haha. haiyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;thanks for all the encouragement peepo. recieved countless smses saying i can do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can do all things through Christ who strengthens me! :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i wanna get &lt;em&gt;at least&lt;/em&gt; a merit but of cos, a distinction would be so much better :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;gf drew a map out for me today. i won't get lost...right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay. 2 hrs and 15mins more to go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HOOOOOOO~ hope i won't be so nervous till my hands turn jelly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wo pa pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; i know God is with me (:&lt;br /&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;i am hungry.i am hungry. i am hungry. i am hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;MAGGI MEEEEEEEE :D&lt;br /&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;toodledoodledoooos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-3495267480867382125?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/3495267480867382125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/3495267480867382125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#3495267480867382125' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-4564281922188718455</id><published>2007-03-04T21:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T11:46:52.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;You Are a Newborn Soul&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;You are tolerant, accepting, and willing to give anyone a chance.&lt;br /&gt;On the flip side, you're easy to read and easily influenced by others.&lt;br /&gt;You have a fresh perspective on life, and you can be very creative.&lt;br /&gt;Noconformist and nontraditional, you've never met anyone who's like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inventive and artistic, you like to be a trendsetter.&lt;br /&gt;You have an upbeat spirit and you like almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;You make friends easily and often have long standing friendships.&lt;br /&gt;Implusive and trusting, you fall in love a little too easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souls you are most compatible with: &lt;br&gt;Bright Star Soul and Dreaming Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-4564281922188718455?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/4564281922188718455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/4564281922188718455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#4564281922188718455' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-6871070127051339680</id><published>2007-03-04T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T18:47:10.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yi ge ren sheng huo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love sundays! :D&lt;br /&gt;woke up early today and maid prepared american breakfast. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;cabbed down to church and was asked to do worship along side ethel.&lt;br /&gt;oh my! so last min... :z but still, thank God i did alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its my first time taking the tods class. introduced ourselves. the kids are really cute!! :D&lt;br /&gt;we did some pasting and linking of memory verse. heh. so i helped this cute little indian girl, keerthana.&lt;br /&gt;she's very talkative lo. she squeezed so much glue and tried to put some glue onto my jeans! *gasp* &amp; she said&lt;em&gt; "i put glue all over your face ah, then the next morning you wake up cannot open your eyes!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gasp* i got a shocked la. didn't know nursery and K1 would say such stuff. so daring! i just shutup and carried on helping her. mom was laughing when i told her. :/&lt;br /&gt;taught keerthana how to read 'worshipper'. she's quite alright la other than the 'put glue all over your face' statement. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brought abegal to the toilet and she's super cute laaaaaaaaa :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; wash your hands first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABEGAL&lt;/strong&gt; why? i wanna go to the toilet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME &lt;/strong&gt;but there's glue. its dirty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABEGAL&lt;/strong&gt; okay. &lt;em&gt;*hops to basin*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABEGAL&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;*comes out of the cubicle*&lt;/em&gt; can you help me wear my pants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME &lt;/strong&gt;okay.. aiyoh! cannot la... breathe in breathe in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABEGAL &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*takes deep breath*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; still cannot!!! now you jump up and down. &lt;em&gt;(cos when she jumps up and down i can help pull the pants up mah.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABEGAL&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;*jumps up and down* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME &lt;/strong&gt;YAY CAN! next time don't buy pants that are too tight okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABEGAL&lt;/strong&gt; is my mother buy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; okay. then next time you don't eat so much la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABEGAL&lt;/strong&gt; i never eat &lt;em&gt;*waves hand infront of my face*&lt;/em&gt; everytime my grandma and mother give me alot of food i never eat &lt;em&gt;*waves hand infront of my face again*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;*laughs*&lt;/em&gt; haha. okay. let's go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cute right? heh. mom thinks i'm kinda mean to ask her not to eat so much.&lt;br /&gt;she says what will happen if she have eating disorder like don't wanna eat at all.&lt;br /&gt;-.- nvm nvm.&lt;br /&gt;i love sunday school! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm on for worship leading next week! i didn't wanna do it alone so thank God asriel agreed to do it with me. heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;and i think i'd be the only one from my youth cell serving in GNK la.&lt;br /&gt;most of them would be in mini youth camp or climbing mt kinabalu.&lt;br /&gt;i can't get to see my nursery and K1 class next week. *sob*&lt;br /&gt;taking over constance class with sophia. heh(: P3 ahhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;gotta think of a way to handle those guys. weiwei, evan, sean and jerrald!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God is using me. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for great japanese food at pasir ris. :)&lt;br /&gt;i think gf would be very happy to know that after 9 plates of sushi and one temaki, i &lt;s&gt;died&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X_X&lt;br /&gt;after japanese food, went for ice cream at swensens! heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;i saw ben &amp;amp; jerry's leh... how sad.&lt;br /&gt;mooooooooooo. rmb the time i tried to milk the ben &amp; jerry's cow at the downtown outlet? haha, gf got so embarrassed!&lt;br /&gt;went for last piano prac just now. tmr is the exam!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;wth. so i tried to console someone but ended up crying on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;so it seems like the other person is consoling me. i think i'm stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God, are you there? why aren't you answering someone's prayers? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got angry when &lt;em&gt;She&lt;/em&gt; made that remark.&lt;br /&gt;i think i won't get offended if close friends say that la. who is &lt;em&gt;She&lt;/em&gt; to me anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She&lt;/em&gt; did it on purpose lo! i'm so so so very sure &lt;em&gt;She&lt;/em&gt; did it on purpose!&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what's up with&lt;em&gt; her&lt;/em&gt;. why must &lt;em&gt;She&lt;/em&gt; purposely say such hurtful stuff?!?&lt;br /&gt;so different from her ---.&lt;br /&gt;!#$%^&amp;amp;*()&lt;br /&gt;told mom what had happened and she told me to forgive cos she thinks &lt;em&gt;She &lt;/em&gt;is jealous or maybe wants to feel excepted?&lt;br /&gt;like hello? pls don't think i steal your friends.&lt;br /&gt;i did nothing lo. maybe you can try changing your character. argh...!&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling angry and i shouldn't be feeling this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God help me to forgive her. BIG sigh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-6871070127051339680?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/6871070127051339680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/6871070127051339680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#6871070127051339680' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-289161113483836296</id><published>2007-03-03T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T20:43:52.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I was waiting on a different story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This time I'm mistaken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;For handing you a heart worth breakin’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And I've been wrong, I've been down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this is ethel's adorable bear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04774" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/126/408647156_21c18e1c6f_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;heh heh. hugged it throughout cell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;took a group photo and bear is inside too! how cute :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i love bears(: hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04773" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/153/408647154_4f98b1e962_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sammy drew this. nice right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;its meeeeee! lol. and shin went to write 'ugly betty' above it. extra!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;erp erp extra! ahaha. she keeps calling me ugly betty, bet she didn't know that ugly is the new beautiful :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;piano lesson today was good cos i didn't forget how to play my scale! heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;exam's on monday. ahhhhhhhhhh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;rushed down to church to decorate youth noticeboard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;saw this big ferris wheel or euro wheel whatever that is at hougang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04784" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/124/408647157_cbbf0284d5_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;not a badly taken photo right? i was hesitating if to take cos the bus was moving!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;its huge. i wanna sit leh. heh. better and bigger than escape theme park's ferris wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;our noticeboard looks so nice! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04785" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/127/408647159_ac419eb3be_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04786" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/172/408647160_be1e22e06a_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this is fann wong's head with mr miyagi's body! heh heh. funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;bus ride home was full of laughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;bro kept doing stupid stuff like saying hi to random little indian boys and imitating the wiper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;amp; this little boy was so cute la, i think he's around 9? he turned around smiled and said hi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;awwwww. haha. marcus was looking out for mmhmm to play the what colour game so throughout the journey, the both of us were looking out. ahah! and just one stop before he alighted, he saw! LOL. and kept pinching bro. take thatttttttt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;crazy crazy bus ride. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;poots. toodles toods. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-289161113483836296?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/289161113483836296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/289161113483836296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#289161113483836296' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/126/408647156_21c18e1c6f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-5935560968281832741</id><published>2007-03-02T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T18:39:20.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i passed my math! :D&lt;br /&gt;29/50 okay, i know it isn't that good lor :z&lt;br /&gt;but i'm still happy. cos its by God's grace a miracle happened!&lt;br /&gt;cos norm, if it isn't a fail it'd be a single digit!&lt;br /&gt;thank you so much Daddy(: it certainly made my day. MUAHA!&lt;br /&gt;it gave me motivation to work even harder! blings even asked if i'm starting to fall in love with math.&lt;br /&gt;pfft :p heh. i was smiling all the way! lalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEL&lt;/strong&gt; manda, you passed your math ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; yeah. :D how you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEL&lt;/strong&gt; can see from your face. keep smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME &lt;/strong&gt;AHA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate kueh lapis during ansar's period :x&lt;br /&gt;haha! nice right nice right nice right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANSAR&lt;/strong&gt; *rattles on and on and on...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; *gasps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANSAR&lt;/strong&gt; 0.0 *rattles on again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; *gasps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANSAR&lt;/strong&gt; 0.0 !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME &lt;/strong&gt;*laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blings kept laughing at me cos i gasped for no reason and each time i gasped, ansar's eyes will open bigger &amp; bigger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my candy machine! :D :D :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;i feel so cheated. cos i believe in something i thought was real okay, it is real maybe for a short period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BAH! what am i talking bout? :s&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still puzzled by how fast things changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there have been many times in my life when i have felt insignificant ):&lt;br /&gt;from my limited human perspective, my frds and family had deserted me in these times, or at the very least, they had not lived up to my expectations, and i felt utterly alone...&lt;br /&gt;but i've been reminded time and time again that with God, i'm never alone.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; now, i no longer &lt;em&gt;what's that?&lt;/em&gt; bout my insignificant :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel i'm in a boat rowing in circles but never able to reach the destination.&lt;br /&gt;somtimes life is like rowing in circles instead of accomplishing our goals. &lt;strong&gt;you get nowhere until you let go of what is holding you back&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so now all i have to do is put my worries and problems into the 'Something For God To Do' box, sit back and let Him take control.&lt;br /&gt;let go, let God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows my heart :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"God's plan is a lot better than any fairy tale! Before we can ever even think of getting serious in another relationship, the one with Him has to be the most important one we'll ever have. God is using this time to &lt;strong&gt;create us in some amazing qualities&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;He knows the exact timing and the unique way He's going to place someone in our lives. Be patient-he'll be worth waiting for!&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee... okay, patience manda, patience. i'm so happy! cos i know He will give me the best. ahaha. &lt;em&gt;'creating us in amazing qualities'&lt;/em&gt; mmhmm, now i wonder what is God's plan for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BETTER THAN FAIRYTALE! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-5935560968281832741?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/5935560968281832741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/5935560968281832741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#5935560968281832741' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-1165557033860174315</id><published>2007-03-01T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T19:08:47.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;all the tears you made me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;all the times you made me sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;all those dreams that you crushed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;you stopped being my sugar rush&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04756" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/174/406629275_8dc5a779c3_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;we were sitting like this during physics lesson. heh. panel of judges! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04754" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/129/406629271_59231fd37f_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;class was in no mood to study. cos before that we had 5 free periods! haha&lt;br /&gt;and we played &lt;em&gt;liang mao qian&lt;/em&gt;. it was madness! total of 15 people or maybe more...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04755edit" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/187/406630667_783404f58f_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;kel was actually watching Tom &amp; Jerry! haha. people will think she's crazy by laughing at her bag -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04753" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/159/406629268_ad4e00b07b_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i loveeeeeee this pic. so nice right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04654" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/125/406628569_d3ce6342eb_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;roses are reddddd.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04653edut" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/144/406634276_89a9a0ec50_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;-looks at key pendant and say "eeeee. mine is so much nicer :D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04650" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/181/406628567_fb6e312ff4_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04620" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/406625956_d8c03fc02b_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;caramel custard...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="DSC04645" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/127/406628565_1f83758ad9_m.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;is disgusting! :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04618" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/406625954_33f3c8eec2_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;JH &amp;amp; Radin's unwashed minced chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04617" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/180/406625953_654b9d64c6_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;our washed minced chicken which looked like........cotton wool? HAHAH! HAHAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04619" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/132/406625955_e254248ffa_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;our very yummidelicious spaghetti :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04589" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/185/406625391_f62dffe571_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;oh what a fat rat! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04586" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/129/406625389_c5f3fefaa2_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;mommy's apple crumble. it kinda looks like soil :x&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04470" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/177/406617702_5e9477a1c9_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;niceeeeeee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04230" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/167/406617701_3661cd672c_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;uh uh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04197" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/163/406617698_c3172b841e_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;RAWRRRRRRRRR...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="DSC04648" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/132/406628566_8a5da66fea_m.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happily ever after. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-1165557033860174315?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/1165557033860174315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/1165557033860174315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#1165557033860174315' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/174/406629275_8dc5a779c3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-3645389319036868411</id><published>2007-03-01T17:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T18:17:49.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amanda, your connection type is The Networker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no doubt about it: You like to be in the know, and you spend a lot of time checking in with friends and family to find out what they're up to. You're a networker in the most natural sense and probably are better at keeping other people in touch than they are. What is it about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your easy-going style, your sincere desire to hook up the people you like in your life? You're just someone who doesn't take relationships for granted. You're probably still in touch with the kids you met at camp years ago — and you plan on keeping the friends you have now forever.You love hooking your friends up with one another, and your friends might tease you about your obsession with matchmaking — but they know when they need a place to crash in Chicago, or a lead on a cool new job for the summer, that you're the person who can really connect them with a place to stay, some free concert tix, a new friend, a new job...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-3645389319036868411?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/3645389319036868411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/3645389319036868411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#3645389319036868411' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-6167954813580137474</id><published>2007-02-28T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T21:41:07.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>am i seeing things??? *waves hand in the air*&lt;br /&gt;BB dyed his hair blonde or was it dirty yellow?&lt;br /&gt;oh.my.goodness he looked really....weird :s&lt;br /&gt;the other time i told mom i wanna dye blonde :x&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; why does everyone look like DMM uh. its gonna be a year. congrats congrats! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rmb the candy machine i talked bout the other time? still deciding if i should get it.&lt;br /&gt;okay, so i've come to a decision. if they have it in red, i'll buy if not then...forget it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its takes one very brave person to start a sensitive topic, another brave person to answer and a quite brave person to join in. haha. so... we had fun laughing at what and how we do uhm, certain things. i like it when everyone comes clean even the dirty stuff are revealed!! heeee.&lt;br /&gt;i think friendship and all relationship should be like that(:&lt;br /&gt;being frank, having trust, love and faith that things will work out somehow.&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it, i'm really blessed to have this group of close friends. we never have BIG quarrels. cos we always talk it out right? yeahh.. i think communication is really important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna be contented with the present and stop worrying bout the future or looking back into the past cos its all in God's hands. its all in His hands. &lt;em&gt;He held the whole world in His hands(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm loving life now. i love you, world (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i've got over 100 hits since yesterday. woots!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;HUG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is for all of you out there. heh.&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-6167954813580137474?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/6167954813580137474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/6167954813580137474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#6167954813580137474' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-394377068070726068</id><published>2007-02-28T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T20:29:21.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Don't tell me the worst is over now, Don't tell me what I can see with my eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;We'll sit and sing a song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it was raining elephants today! wanted to cab to CP but bus came so we decided to board.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;nerdy guy opened umbrella and stood at the entrance of the bus sheltering people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i thought maybe he was gonna close his umbrella so i waited for him but he never move leh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; ermm.. you go up first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUY&lt;/strong&gt; NO! you go up first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;he was so fierce i got a shock :z i'm not used to people talking with a loud voice or shall i put it this way, SHOUTING. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;-gives that :Z face-&lt;/em&gt; okay then. thanks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;and i think he was the last to get on the bus cos he was sheltering people so they won't get wet when they board! so nice right? i'm so so happy to know such people still exist. heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i think he's chaoooooo kind la. i only sheltered a lao ahma once and he sheltered so many at one go! *clap hands* he've got so much courage i wanna be like him! cos i'm already so shy so red and blushing when i sheltered the ahma. lol. okay, i wanna be like Jesus :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp; i was telling mic that kind guys are a gem! but sometimes i wish maybe they can look nicer :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh my!!! and some of you are gonna go, 'i thought you said beauty is soul deep?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;errrrrr. yeah but surely you want someone who is pleasant looking right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyhoos, mic and i got pretty crazy at the back of the bus. doing those waves you see mostly at idol concerts. heh heh. and then she caught me emo-ing! :z&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then we caught alibaba and gf emo-ing at the corner! heeeee :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;amp; we've got photos to prove it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;stood up and got ready to alight but bus suddenly jerked causing me to fall forward and i almost ALMOST grab some guy's hair. oh no...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;deja vu huh. so embarrassing cos his gf was like staring at me :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;mic enjoys laughing at me just like how i enjoy laughing at...mmhmm, gf? HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;strong&gt;A letter from God.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If life happens to deliver a situation to you that you cannot handle, do not attempt to resolve it. Kindly put it in the Something For God To Do box. Alll situations will be resolved, but in My time not yours. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once the matter is placed into the box, do not hold onto it by worrying about it. Instead, focus on all the wonderful things that are present in your life now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should you despair over a relationship gone wrong, think of the person who never know what its like to love and be loved in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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;thank you so so so so soooooooooooo much for speaking to me, Daddy! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i love you many many! :D hehe.&lt;br /&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;no date with the textbooks tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but a date...with Daddy God(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;QT tonight! yippey yayyyyyyyy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;amp; you know what? i thought maybe one fine day, i'll take a bus down to the beach and just sit and do my QT. i think it'd be nice... oh so nice la horrrrr. oopsy deeeeee :x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAVE A BOWL OF ME! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i.think.i.am.crazy.how?&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;em&gt;"crazy good lo. crazy means high. high means happy. so...you are happy. yay, amanda is happy(: "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-394377068070726068?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/394377068070726068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/394377068070726068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#394377068070726068' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-1389069009277148439</id><published>2007-02-28T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T11:44:03.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;and he's all she ever talk about&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm that dumb girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-1389069009277148439?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/1389069009277148439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/1389069009277148439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#1389069009277148439' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-7986612377683963034</id><published>2007-02-28T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T11:32:00.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been searching but I just don't see the signs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know that it's out there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's got to be &lt;s&gt;something&lt;/s&gt;someone for my soul somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i was wrong about everything.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder when i'd ever get anything right&lt;br /&gt;i can't read signs &lt;em&gt;well&lt;/em&gt;, i guess. BAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;gf bought food to sch today. so bloated up.&lt;br /&gt;had fun during recess. most of it was scaring poor gf. ahaha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&amp; mic pushed me into the gents. ahhhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;wonder why i got so freaked out i screamed and pushed her -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F&amp;N papers later. spent most of the time talking bout the future rather than revising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;amanda.. amanda...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; if you're wondering why i'm bloggin&lt;br /&gt;its cos i'm in the com lab now. supposed to type out my research :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; now i can't wait for ____ so i can ____ and just have fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i don't need a guy to make me happy"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its still there. it still is.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwww :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now i wanna be different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not your average teenager &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:@&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/37793496-7986612377683963034?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/7986612377683963034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/7986612377683963034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#7986612377683963034' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-722120692079226623</id><published>2007-02-27T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T21:34:45.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been living with a shadow overhead&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping with a cloud above my bed&lt;br /&gt;I've been&lt;em&gt; lonely for so long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in the past, I just can't seem to move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hiding all my hopes and dreams away&lt;br /&gt;Just in case I ever need em again someday&lt;br /&gt;I've been setting aside time&lt;br /&gt;To clear a little space in the corners of my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been watching but the stars refuse to shine&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching but I just don't see the signs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know that it's out there&lt;br /&gt;There's got to be something for my soul somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been &lt;strong&gt;looking for someone to shed some light&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not just somebody&lt;/strong&gt; just to get me throught the night&lt;br /&gt;I could use some direction&lt;br /&gt;And I'm open to your suggestions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And if I open my heart again&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm hoping you'll be there for me in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are moments when I don't know if it's real&lt;br /&gt;Or if anybody feels the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I need inspiration&lt;br /&gt;Not just another negotiation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;And if I open my heart to you&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping you'll show me what to do&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;if you help me to start again&lt;br /&gt;You know that I'll be there for you in the end&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my exact sentiments&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-722120692079226623?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/722120692079226623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/722120692079226623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#722120692079226623' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-491310369541619544</id><published>2007-02-27T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T16:51:13.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm feeling lazy. :Z&lt;br /&gt;piano lesson at 5.30 and i must get ready and head off to prac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God pls take my laziness away. i wanna be more discipline and help me stop procrastinating.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to study for physics, chem and ss ytd night but ended up rolling around on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;don't worry. this time, i didn't roll off. heh :p&lt;br /&gt;talked to God casually, not seriously ah mic! haha, inside joke :D&lt;br /&gt;it was so funny! cos i talked to him like he's my frd. :)&lt;br /&gt;with all the 'LOL's and 'coooooool' stuff. heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i think im crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up earlier than my usual to prepare fried rice and apparently it wasn't enough for my girls. :Z&lt;br /&gt;sorry loooooo. next time will be your turn to prepare! heh.&lt;br /&gt;crazy. blings scared us again and i didn't dare enter the toilet :(&lt;br /&gt;so papers were quite alright. last paper tmr. yay! F&amp;N F&amp;amp;N F&amp;N :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piano exam on the 5th. how how. :Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta run. seeeeeeeeeeya. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-491310369541619544?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/491310369541619544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/491310369541619544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#491310369541619544' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-6289795534815856045</id><published>2007-02-26T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T18:37:02.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;myriad of scintillating stars painted against the vast night sky.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great weekend mainly because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;the walk around my estate on sat night was full of adventure! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;spotted thousands of shiny stars. the brightest was mr north star. it was so spectacular! simply breathtaking. heh. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;saw a rainbow at the bus stop on sun morning. (:&lt;br /&gt;so cool! so when constance asked whats one thing we wanna thank God for, i said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; thank God for the rainbow i saw at the bus stop today &lt;em&gt;-grins-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-everyone stares and starts laughing-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;-puzzled-&lt;/em&gt; huh? what so funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONSTANCE&lt;/strong&gt; cos rainbow and bus stop don't go together!&lt;em&gt; -burst out laughing again-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; then i heard someone said... 'so cute la you, amanda'. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;wonderful dinner last night. grilled feast. grilled cod fish, grilled corn, grilled beef, grilled french fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;God spoke to me. He is always there :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;had time to worship him, do QT and just rest in His silence. its amazing how i wasn't tempted to use the comp ytd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;something amazing happened. R sent me a msg with Hebrews 11.1 a long time ago and it didn't speak to me at that time. was clearing my inbox ytd when i read it again. and this time, it spoke to me. God really has a sense of humour. funny how its in my inbox for a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;my faith increasedddddddddd :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;someone made me happy. and i don't even know why i'm happy. i'm just happy happy la(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was late for sch again today! ahhhhhhhhh. i'm up for CWO ):&lt;br /&gt;CL &amp;amp; math papers were....lets not talk bout it. by God's grace...by God's grace...&lt;br /&gt;got back chem class test 2 and i failed by half, i think. but felt happy cos i've got 9/10 for MCQ. i never ever got that kinda marks for MCQ okay! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; so it rained after sch so we decided to hang ard in sch till the rain stops.&lt;br /&gt;i was happily telling alibaba, gf, blings and mic that my hair had grown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; oh! look at my hair &lt;em&gt;-beams-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLINGS&lt;/strong&gt; see &lt;em&gt;-turns to show me her hair-&lt;/em&gt; mine is longer lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we kept comparing until i decided to scare them. heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;em&gt;walk towards bag and starts to head for the door-&lt;/em&gt; later.......someone come out with her long long hair and says to you 'SEE!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i didn't managed to scare them. they said i make them laugh instead. aha i can't scare ppl huh... :Z&lt;br /&gt;made those squeaky noises w our shoes in the canteen. aha. much fun.. cos almost everyone turned to see what was that and then we'll stop and do it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;got pretty crazy after lunch. started playing with my imaginary frd when this guy looked over to our table. ahhhhhhhh. made me so embarrassed. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took power nap. gotta mug later. boooooooooya.&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos, i don't have time to reply to tags or tag you back.&lt;br /&gt;come back soon cos i'm gonna revamp my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God, thank God :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm seeing rainbows and i'm loving it(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-6289795534815856045?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/6289795534815856045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/6289795534815856045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#6289795534815856045' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-4484587442054748624</id><published>2007-02-24T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T18:29:21.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you haven’t changed your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHIN&lt;/strong&gt; do you think any of the guys are handsome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME &lt;/strong&gt;oh. three of them looked like my frds. i thought one was kinda cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHIN&lt;/strong&gt; yeah me too! i thought &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;J*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; have got the eurasian type of cuteness. you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; OMGNESS! same la! heh. i found him kinda quiet though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHIN&lt;/strong&gt; yeah. i saw him first! joking joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; lol. you can have him if you want :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like mic cos she keeps scaring me by telling me some bung is &lt;em&gt;bio-ing&lt;/em&gt; me. like !#$%^&amp;*()&lt;br /&gt;eeeeeeeeeee. so ytd was &lt;em&gt;'eh, the bung bio-ing you leh'&lt;/em&gt; day cos i practically said that to her every min. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D cell was fun ytd. games, worship, more games, fellowship. one of the guest ytd looked like my thai bestf in primary sch! &amp;amp; it certainly brought back fond memories. how he'll always cheer me up with his silly antics, encourage me, walk home with me and just listen to me rant. i miss sunny supaksorn! and i miss a whole lot of other ppl from the other side of singapore. i think its time i go back to visit my old house and primary sch! its been yearsssssssss.&lt;br /&gt;i miss triple H too. and i think i've been taking lots of things for granted. sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuff said. piano prac was so not fruitful ytd. most of the time i was humming to myself, staring into space rather than prac setpieces. but i did quite alright during lesson today. mslim said i've improved. aha but i think i really really really need to be more discipline. 3rd march is approaching soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God help me. pray hard that i'll get more than a pass. pray that i'll gain favour from the ABRSM judge. pray that i won't get lost on the way there. pray that i won't be late :Z&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously need to learn how to manage my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a tinge of happiness(:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;something good is gonna happen &lt;strong&gt;soon&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-4484587442054748624?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/4484587442054748624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/4484587442054748624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#4484587442054748624' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-5906087927626743107</id><published>2007-02-22T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T18:04:46.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'll wait for you until the timing is right &lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for you until you knock on my door &lt;br /&gt;Cuz right now it's feeling just like a movie yeah yeah..... &lt;br /&gt;just like a movie &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it suddenly dawned on me...&lt;br /&gt;so i was right, he was right, we were right all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm such a dumb dumb.&lt;br /&gt;most guys are irritating creatures hurrrrrrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-5906087927626743107?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/5906087927626743107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/5906087927626743107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#5906087927626743107' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-2641204348711799232</id><published>2007-02-22T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T17:56:50.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't like reality &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are what we don't see &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Miss everything daydreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what if, not me, i don't care, it must be, i'm sure it is, oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling emo for i don't-know-what reason.&lt;br /&gt;oh, i am not attached. -.- two ppl just asked me that qns. erp erp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;THE WAITING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again, God told me to wait. &lt;em&gt;wait, my dear. there's no need to rush.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"waiting for God's promises to be fulfilled is part of &lt;strong&gt;trust&lt;/strong&gt;ing&lt;strong&gt; Him&lt;/strong&gt;. n&lt;strong&gt;o matter how long the delay&lt;/strong&gt;, we must wait for Him. as the writer or Hebrews reminds us, "let us hold fast the confession of our hope without wavering, for &lt;strong&gt;He who promised is faithful&lt;/strong&gt;" (Heb. 10.23)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;not so in haste, my heart!&lt;br /&gt;have faith in God, and wait;&lt;br /&gt;although He seems to linger long,&lt;br /&gt;He never comes too late. -Torrey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and now i wonder...if He really did promised. oh manda! God, pls give me a sign...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;what is meant to be, will always find its way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-2641204348711799232?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/2641204348711799232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/2641204348711799232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#2641204348711799232' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-3980133990080646971</id><published>2007-02-21T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T19:26:05.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;it ain't over till its over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much time wasted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;playing games with love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many tears i've cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so much pain inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but baby &lt;em&gt;it ain't over till it's over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all my &lt;em&gt;doubts&lt;/em&gt; and fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kept me wondering&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if i'd&lt;/em&gt; always always &lt;em&gt;be in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;elmo, i got influenced by you!!! ahaha. you kept singing and singing and i got hooked. heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-3980133990080646971?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/3980133990080646971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/3980133990080646971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#3980133990080646971' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-5260756340573679799</id><published>2007-02-21T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T18:42:46.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&gt;:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;funny weird things always happen whenever i'm with girlf.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the highlight of today is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*drumroll*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MINCED CHICKEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had f&amp;amp;n practical today. cooked spaghetti and some caramel custard thing which taste really yucky.&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos, back to minced chicken. i washed the minced chicken and it looked like...wet cotton wool?&lt;br /&gt;got giggly at the sight of that funny looking...thing! wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;compared it with JH's and it really looked weird. we thought we're gonna fail :Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were trying our best to hide than damn thing. cos it was so embarrassing! gf couldn't stop laughing at me and i felt dumb. like TOTALLY!&lt;br /&gt;kept asking myself like why must my hands be so itchy to wash the minced chicken and i went ard asking if we were supposed to wash the minced chicken but no one answered! sad case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but alls well the moment i SQUEEEEEEEZE or rather, drained the water. haha, yeah. and stupid me tried to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stick&lt;/span&gt; the meat back together! LOL&lt;br /&gt;but when we fried, it looked like minced meat lo! two guest 'judges' came to watch us cook -.-&lt;br /&gt;and they said ours looks edible. heh heh. JH's minced meat is in one chunk. chunky monkey~&lt;br /&gt;he was like "eh radin! i didn't wash the chicken leh" infront of the 'judges' and dumped the whole lot into the frying pan. 0.0&lt;br /&gt;our spaghetti turned out to be yummidelicious! heh heh. sweet sweet(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in short,&lt;br /&gt;i had a wonderful &lt;em&gt;minced chicken&lt;/em&gt; day. how bout you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;walau.. i cannot find my USB cable. !#$%^&amp;amp;*()&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-5260756340573679799?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/5260756340573679799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/5260756340573679799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#5260756340573679799' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-1243633671194830868</id><published>2007-02-20T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T00:56:03.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOpJdtyG11Y/RdnV3wEXA-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wLMevuXv2AE/s1600-h/rainbow.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033289212335948770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOpJdtyG11Y/RdnV3wEXA-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wLMevuXv2AE/s200/rainbow.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you're beautiful like a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i love rainbows. wheeeeee~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-1243633671194830868?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/1243633671194830868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/1243633671194830868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#1243633671194830868' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vOpJdtyG11Y/RdnV3wEXA-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/wLMevuXv2AE/s72-c/rainbow.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-5267685111076487881</id><published>2007-02-19T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T23:51:53.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bye jewel): she went off to cousin nic's house to mate. :Z&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss her though its only for a day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="BANG! BANG!" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/100/279703767_1e2dec8211_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="Hi-paw!" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/82/279703141_4becec220c_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03834" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/107/365721563_82ccc2fd32_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my baby's gonna return home with saggy nehnehs looking fat and ugly cos she's pregnant!&lt;br /&gt;that means i can't wrestle with her, scare her, chase her off my bed and blahblahblah. walauuuuuu...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;argh! stupid noisy kids running up and down, opening and slamming doors, taking my stuff without permission, coming up behind me checking on what i'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;wth. i feel sooooooooo urgh! &lt;em&gt;patience manda, patience.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;just have a little...patience:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just not bf material.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; yo yo. ahahha. i wanna go bai nian tmr...!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i'm starting to miss my little sister. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3families and an uncle came over for dins today. i can see the moolah coming in! *KA CHING* heh heh. i've got BIG FAT ANGPOWS :D shh. all double digits. wah, how generous ah.&lt;br /&gt;cousin shou le! haha. he looks more buff starting to lose all his fats. &amp;amp; just ytd i was admiring chen and telling bro how nice if i have such a handsome cousin or bro like him cos chen is seriously so shuai la. i think he's so much nicer than rain :x&lt;br /&gt;lots of meat and carbo tonight. fish &amp;amp; chips, tandoori chicken, roasted lamb, roast pork, mashed potatoes. i had fun peeling and &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SMASHING&lt;/span&gt; potatoes today. heh heh. okay,&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; smash&lt;/span&gt; is too strong. i mashed potatoes today. can vent my anger. lol&lt;br /&gt;played cheat, signal and guinea pig(some new game bro taught us)&lt;br /&gt;when i looked at cousin, i think of the time we stayed over at his house for his birthday party! the time we quarrel over who gets to sleep on the bed, the time he and bro forced me to be momo monster.&lt;br /&gt;and he's still the same. childish and must win in every game. his character never change! aha though he's growing spiritually. am so glad for him. we did the thumbs up sign at the table. caught me totally unaware, bro was super blur la so he said grace. hehe :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom just told me jude asked if he and gang can come over to ba nian tmr! ahahah. then who's gonna give me angpow??? heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Proverbs 10:22&lt;br /&gt;the blessing of the Lord brings wealth, and he adds &lt;strong&gt;no trouble &lt;/strong&gt;to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-5267685111076487881?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/5267685111076487881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/5267685111076487881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#5267685111076487881' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/100/279703767_1e2dec8211_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-1084421714915702605</id><published>2007-02-19T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T19:16:41.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;No, no, no, no, don’t phunk with my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;sorry for doubting and being too quick to judge. :Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-1084421714915702605?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/1084421714915702605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/1084421714915702605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#1084421714915702605' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-8952609447985758772</id><published>2007-02-18T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T21:39:48.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a million love songs later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oink oink oink. happy cny peepos!&lt;br /&gt;church in the morning. word was strong but didn't really touched my heart maybe cos i was distracted. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the feeling's not the same anymore. my heart is numb has no feeling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exchanged ang pows. its one of the best ang pows i've ever rcv cos in it is God's promise.(:&lt;br /&gt;didn't have time to take enough photos, chat w peeps and look for shin! mom and dad were rushing us...&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos, really glad shin called while i was on the way. heh. silly girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first stop was at grandpa's place. was surprised to see uncle mike and family there.&lt;br /&gt;ahah. collected the most there. good thing cousin brought cards.&lt;br /&gt;i know how to play 'cheat' alr! i think i'm such a good liar. oops&lt;br /&gt;ate, made fun of the countdown, slack ard &amp; aunt called from texas.&lt;br /&gt;then we left for second stop. been going there since i was a baby!&lt;br /&gt;chen is uber cute, handsome, manly and ahahaha. he and his bro are commandos whoa.&lt;br /&gt;he looks like some korean pop star laaaaa&lt;br /&gt;wahhhhhhhhhh. korean guys! hehehehehe :D&lt;br /&gt;oh my, i think i sound like some ??? here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left their house ard 6plus. oh and this funny thing happened!&lt;br /&gt;some girl was at their place too she sat down beside me and smiled and told me she knows me.&lt;br /&gt;saying she've seen me before and all. she's from the same private sch as DMM(used to) so i asked if she knows him. she said his name sounds familiar.&lt;br /&gt;hurrrhurrrrr. DMM must be really naughty in sch ah. infamous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="IMG_3904" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/393966419_9ab697daf6_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with mabel and ethel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="IMG_3905" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/154/393966422_4f72477d7b_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 'siblings'(la dao, lao si, lao san, lao er. where's xiao wu?!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="IMG_3906" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/166/393966423_065abab3bb_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="IMG_3907" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/125/393966425_54e58f5c78_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;consty my sponsor, mabel, me &amp;amp; ethel(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="IMG_3915" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/159/393966426_09733c6656_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's not gay. he's my mother! heh heh. w ashley in the bg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="IMG_3916" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/134/393966427_7f8f68e668_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="IMG_3919" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/187/393966757_e675365353_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peekaboo. where's ethel?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/160/393966759_2996095ab2_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="IMG_3920" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're one big family+ shin with cool in purple sam. yo yo yo! heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/150/393966760_d3f34d4982_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="IMG_3921" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smile! you're on candid camera :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder when can i ever stop rubbing eyeshadow into my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;when can i ever sit properly and not fall off the chair&lt;br /&gt;it happened TWICE! oh my goodness... *runs away*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-8952609447985758772?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/8952609447985758772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/8952609447985758772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#8952609447985758772' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/393966419_9ab697daf6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-8420522573151703190</id><published>2007-02-17T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T17:16:31.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;surprise surprise!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh heh. jerr got such good photography skills. i also want....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i love black&amp;amp;white[:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was nice looking back(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's go dine at The Barks Cafe again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;under the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i think &lt;em&gt;he's&lt;/em&gt; a pervert la!!! omgness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY is here. pig out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how can a person just change overnight?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;can feelings really be forgotten?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sigh. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;people come and go manda, they come and go...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;happiness? its a choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-8420522573151703190?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/8420522573151703190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/8420522573151703190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#8420522573151703190' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-3108071169811933894</id><published>2007-02-16T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T18:23:18.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;but you promised...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;disappointment and disbelief written all over her face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i've been too obsessed over being in love that i've forgotten bout God..my first love.&lt;br /&gt;okay, so &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;God is the guy in my life right now(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if God knows where the fish are-&lt;strong&gt;surely He can meet your needs as well&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;perhaps the reason He has not yet answered is that He wants you to seek&lt;em&gt; Him&lt;/em&gt;, not just the need.&lt;/strong&gt; if you have a child who cares only about your money and what you can give him, and he never gives you a hug or tells you he loves you or wants to be around you, you get pretty tired of just forking over cash. in a similar way, God also wants our affection and love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;trust, love, faith. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lessons from a rose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you question God, why am i suffering?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie Garvey speaks about a facet of growing roses that we don't usually care to focus on-fertilizing. yet fertilizer is a very necessary part of growing beautiful blooms. Julie says that from her experience, the best fertilizer to produce lovely roses is, unfortunately, the natural type that smells atrocious.&lt;br /&gt;no one likes the odor, but everyone likes the results. this fertilizer she compares too the painful experiences of life, especially those that come through the difficult people we all bump into in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie adds, "it is interesting to note that you do not add fertilizer to a rose until it begins to leaf out. it seems that has been the timing of many of these(painful)events in my life. &lt;strong&gt;just when i was beginning to grow, i got another pile dumped on me.&lt;/strong&gt; the gentle Gardener tills the soil with &lt;strong&gt;special relationships&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; His word&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;music&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;help me&lt;/strong&gt; absorb the proper nutrients. &lt;strong&gt;the tears that fall from my eyes&lt;/strong&gt; water the fertilizer so that it doesn't burn the roots or just sit on top of the dirt. the roots must go deep, and this is one way that happens."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;i made new specs ytd. hehe. God hears me.&lt;br /&gt;i was complaining to mom cos she promised! but dad brought me and bro to make it instead.&lt;br /&gt;didn't like the first shop we entered cos the service was sucky. :Z&lt;br /&gt;those close to me should know i'm very particular bout service. heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;i just took a short while choosing. unlike bro! haha. i think becos i've always known what i want.&lt;br /&gt;the assistant kept choosing frames for me but i didn't like them.&lt;br /&gt;took an eye test again. i love the part where you rest your chin on some machine and look into the i dont-know-what. i saw an old house on a hill! lol&lt;br /&gt;i got excited and was like... 'OH! ITS AN HOUSE!!! ON TOP OF A HILLLLLL!!!!!!' while the guy was checking my eye.&lt;br /&gt;smtg to thank God for, my eyesight remained the same! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUY&lt;/strong&gt; congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; YAY! *clap hands* do i get a prize?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUY&lt;/strong&gt; -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was boring to the m.x.m.&lt;br /&gt;blings didn't come. just as well, cos i thought it might be kinda awkward facing her. but not to worry, you're greatly missed.&lt;br /&gt;concert was errrrrrrrrrrrrrr. haha. didn't know VP could be so entertaining amusing and i dont know what. he was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gf waited for the bus with me. thanks(: i was so afraid i'd get lost.&lt;br /&gt;reached on time! yayyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;the foodcourt at white sands was closed and macs was crowded.&lt;br /&gt;but thank God, we found a seat just as we were about to give up and go somewhere else(:&lt;br /&gt;it was fun spending time with constance. she will always be my sponsor. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;we spend 2hours just sitting at macs and talking bout everything! from guys(yes. heh), friends, life, school, God, problems, worries, family, needs ahhh just about everything! plans to have.......... :) can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;the 2hours past really fast and we were the longest to stay in macs! heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;oooops, i think we read kinda loud from the Bible that the guy from the next table kept looking over. ahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-3108071169811933894?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/3108071169811933894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/3108071169811933894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#3108071169811933894' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-3016912494028063911</id><published>2007-02-16T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T17:33:15.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i dont need * to make me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God kept asking me to trust in Him over the last two days. yes i will.&lt;br /&gt;faith, i need more faith.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; now i hardly feel a thing. maybe cos i'm nu ma nu ma numb. ahhaa&lt;br /&gt;thanks to those who cheered me up.&lt;br /&gt;God, elmo, gf, bro, mom, D &amp;amp;R &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; many more! teehee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D  was super funny &amp; cute ytd la. gong gong! ahahahah&lt;br /&gt;tricked by me :D he even wanted to ask his frds along! WAHA!&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos, you promised me a locket and a trip to BAWB ahhh..hor hor hor!&lt;br /&gt;if not i will ahemahemahem (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting constance for last sponsor sponsee meeting &amp;amp; lunch after sch. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna start sponsoring someone. shhh... i already have someone in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dummddeeeeedummmlaleeelalalalaaaaaaa~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-3016912494028063911?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/3016912494028063911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/3016912494028063911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#3016912494028063911' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-2966725518596845454</id><published>2007-02-14T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T17:30:37.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;let the record play, let the record play.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="200" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DGf2KAPKwy4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DGf2KAPKwy4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp; the record keep playing the same old song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-2966725518596845454?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/2966725518596845454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/2966725518596845454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#2966725518596845454' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-3565120649864115332</id><published>2007-02-14T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T16:50:05.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cause the truth of the matter is, replacing you is so easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALALA~ i'm feeling happy.&lt;br /&gt;was kinda hurt ytd but i'm glad elmo broke the damn painful truth to me.&lt;br /&gt;at least i won't be in denial right? right right right?&lt;br /&gt;I'M FEELING FREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm free! if i have wings i could fly,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you're all that i need&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you are &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;who cares what goes on around me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't care, i just don't care.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far only God, R, elmo &amp; gf knows of it. was thinking of who to share this with and R came to mind(:&lt;br /&gt;R understands how i feel. its like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"the very extreme disappointment, bubble burst feeling thats bitter"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"things will only get better, believe in that. if you wish to you can always talk to me about it. haha not that i'm full of great advice or what. but i'm sincerely glad to share ups and downs with you. both positive and negative experiences make your life richer so in both you can rejoice! hee. girl you are a beautiful princess and warrior of God. be confident:)"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna spend some time with God today. he's my greatest lover. cos "no man can love you the way he does".&lt;br /&gt;thank you Daddy God for everything :D&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy v day to all. i thought....oh nvm.&lt;br /&gt;sch was fun and that helps to take my mind off certain stuff.&lt;br /&gt;acting like stupid kukus. heh.. i managed to trick ppl! blings, gf and mic. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;say hello to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;29th feb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"am i handsome?!?"&lt;br /&gt;"yah *nods head*"&lt;br /&gt;WAH! even shuai ge says so. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alibaba and gf thinks i'm scary in a oh-you-shocked-me kinda way.&lt;br /&gt;cos i'm always talking in my normal and the next i'll suddenly &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHOUT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;oops sorry. finally two people said i looked mature. haha.&lt;br /&gt;JH's cousin(?) said i look my age! only that my height is that of sec one... :Z&lt;br /&gt;erp!!! bring me up only to bring me down. ???&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all those who gave me lots of chocolates, sweets, precious moments notebook, heart shaped plush toy with a doggy attached to it(don't worry, i love it :D) and a lolly cookie.&lt;br /&gt;did i miss out on anything else? let me know k. heh heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okey dokey. pics up. nong nong ago. actually, it isn't that nong. heh :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="234" alt="hehe" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/148/389964360_799e853872_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fooling ard with bro's guitar&lt;br /&gt;i was like 'WALAU! feels like the guitar is carrying me' and bro &amp;amp; cousin couldn't stop laughing. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04366" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/163/389960499_4dd1ff941a_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cousin's VERY huge pen. brought it to sch the next day. bro was like 'joker la you!'&lt;br /&gt;cousin said you're bound to write very slow. and it was. got kinda frustrated after 1min of using it! heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04370" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/182/389960498_c0f0d6f8b3_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is joy, dog or rat? you decide. she loves hunting for 'preys'. hates lizards(just like corn) and love tortoises! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04390" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/133/389961026_71737acf3c_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04391" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/165/389961028_6cac2be550_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04408" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/179/389961030_8950064339_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04409" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/161/389961032_ef24021b04_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04411" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/178/389961034_ad0e1e9340_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04414" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/161/389961035_bee2d75cb9_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiss kiss la hor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="what" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/172/389970560_c54b4b13d4_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like this pic! hehe. except that blue thing of cos. WHAT only. ahah.&lt;br /&gt;actually...that blue circle is...MAGIC! *snap fingers and KABOOM!*&lt;br /&gt;you'll get turkish delight. heh heh. narniaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to bikini bottom today. and guess who i saw???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04438" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/141/389961445_0cbbeeb2e9_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPONGEBOB! AYE AYE CAPTAIN! :D&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;WHO LIVES IN A PINEAPPLE UNDER THE SEA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;ERRR MAN DERRRRR LIM!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPONGE BOB SQUARE PANTS! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04442" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/160/389962085_bc8319bf0c_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pig slurp slurps cookie. pig wants cookie. pig loves cookie. yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04446" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/116/389962086_9a8deeeb91_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't do nice stick out tongue photos for nutsssssss! AHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04452" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/176/389962087_010e7b4e03_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hungry how? eat strawberry lo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="DSC04457" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/172/389962089_22ab6ad83d_m.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now this is fashion. mmhmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04458" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/171/389962387_e1b3ad67bd_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04461" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/156/389962389_c43e590984_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this expression means... 'huh? why? pls pls pls!'  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04466" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/124/389962390_ae91686e0e_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADAH! sweeeeeeeet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04467" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/157/389962393_cba999ec8a_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this looks so much like gf NEH! slurp slurp diao, diao slurp slurp WOR! heh XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="note from sweet XINYI! :)" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/111/294374327_c8047147e9.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XINYI! i still have it. heh(:&lt;br /&gt;sweet sweet note. love ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;shin called last night. had a short chat but it felt long. thanks for calling and making me feel so much happier and lighter though you've got to study for a test. hehe. let's make it a point to talk every night.&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos, i have other better stuff to work on. studies and friendships.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, effort baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-3565120649864115332?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/3565120649864115332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/3565120649864115332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#3565120649864115332' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/148/389964360_799e853872_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-805983191955878828</id><published>2007-02-13T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T18:35:06.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-805983191955878828?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/805983191955878828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/805983191955878828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#805983191955878828' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-4109702400112692585</id><published>2007-02-13T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T18:21:12.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All the souls that would die just to feel alive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/3jiPFs39yy/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/3jiPFs39yy/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another nice song by &lt;strong&gt;Muse&lt;/strong&gt; is &lt;strong&gt;Time Is Running Out&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;go listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was a test of patience. 2hours of bumming around.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i'm glad i passed it. at least it taught me to wait...and wait patiently for my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got short fringe now. i thought i looked so so so much younger :Z&lt;br /&gt;but gf thought i look mature! heh heh(:&lt;br /&gt;the worst was kel, she said i look like a boy! so the whole day i went around asking ppl if i'm handsome.&lt;br /&gt;went shopping for presents with kel and gf today. much fun. bought a spongebob for kel! along with small little stuff for people.&lt;br /&gt;saw ELMO so i bought it. cos i promised mamo. heh. so manly.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally found the candy machine i've been looking for. i'm gonna get it someday. wait wait wait for me!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid bunch of sk sec guys who were following us ard. first was outside minitoons. then when we went into kiddy palace, they were outside courts. and followed us all the way to the 2nd floor.&lt;br /&gt;so much of a coincidence huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kel bought magic *TADAH* boxers for jul. ahaha. yesyes, BOXERS. we were laughing when the 77th street guy presented them to us. &amp;amp; he didn't wanna say 'sperm' so he was like 'you should know'. hah, how cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my day wasn;t filled with activities or anything happening la. but at least its much better than yesterday. SO MUCH MORE&lt;br /&gt;oh, Daddy God knows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a smile conceals all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm smiling, i'm smiling. or at least, i'm trying to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-4109702400112692585?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/4109702400112692585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/4109702400112692585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#4109702400112692585' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-4977357923607442881</id><published>2007-02-12T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T15:47:59.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. i'm still here. heh heh&lt;br /&gt;actually, my appointment is at four...&lt;br /&gt;okay, i finally found the song.&lt;br /&gt;nahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/mBD4CtsPhT/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/mBD4CtsPhT/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bbbbbbbbbbaby, i think i'm going ccccccccrazy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;People in love they’re fast and foolish&lt;br /&gt;People in love get everything wrong&lt;br /&gt;People in love get scared and stupid&lt;br /&gt;People in love get everything wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least they’re not lonely&lt;br /&gt;At least they’re not lonely&lt;br /&gt;They’ll never be lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-b-b-baby&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m going c-c-c-crazy&lt;br /&gt;Why should I be sane without you (hahh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tell me to fight it&lt;br /&gt;They can bloody well just try it&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never be the same without you (hahh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in love get special treatment&lt;br /&gt;People in love get everything wrong&lt;br /&gt;People in love their hearts get eaten&lt;br /&gt;People in love get everything wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least they’re not lonely&lt;br /&gt;At least they’re not lonely&lt;br /&gt;They’ll never be lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE TO SELF: buy presents by tmr, meet constance for lunch &amp; last sponsorsponsee after school on fri, pray bout who you wanna sponsor, manicure/pedicure with blings &amp;amp; gf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMPT: STUDY FOR F&amp;N TEST TMR. SS TEST ON THURS. DO FINISH MATH HW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lalala~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-4977357923607442881?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/4977357923607442881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/4977357923607442881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#4977357923607442881' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-8710249225582385547</id><published>2007-02-12T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T15:46:03.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;you already know. not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confusion never stops&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jap fare for lunch ytd. been so long since i last ate sushi from the conveyor belt. GF!! where's our SAAAAAAKAAAAAEH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He read minds(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silly things happened ytd.&lt;br /&gt;tripped over my own foot &amp; i held onto some lady's trolley.&lt;br /&gt;no wonder she's been giving me weird looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOM&lt;/strong&gt; mandy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME &lt;/strong&gt;huh? what?&lt;em&gt; -looks down &amp;amp; thinks to self "why does this trolley looks so weird..." -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME &lt;/strong&gt;OH!&lt;em&gt; -laughed before and running away-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BRO &lt;/strong&gt;the other time in bangkok not enough is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHA! i mistook someone's stuff for a item in the shop..... :S&lt;br /&gt;&amp; if that wasn't enough i pulled some lady's hair when i'm supposed to hold onto the mmhmm, handrail! AHA. dumbdumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i rcv a prank call last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUY &lt;/strong&gt;li wen ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; HUH? who are you...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUY&lt;/strong&gt; joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; who is joe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUY&lt;/strong&gt; joe. your friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; WHO?!&lt;br /&gt;and then i hung up on him. wth is joe... :Z&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; this person must have know me personally! if not he won't know my chinese name laa.&lt;br /&gt;when i told mic this, she was laughing like a mad cow. maybe.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still not done with v'day shopping. P forbids us to celebrate it.&lt;br /&gt;i don't care! why should he care when my mom's not saying anything???&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk. its not as if we're celebrating with boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, off for &lt;em&gt;SNIP SNIP&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i made an appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;so cute(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you go, if you go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;leave me down here on my own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then i’ll wait for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-8710249225582385547?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/8710249225582385547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/8710249225582385547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#8710249225582385547' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-2663210877395997601</id><published>2007-02-10T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T15:18:23.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’re the last thing my heart expected&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who’d have thought I’d ever find somebody &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone who makes me feel like this &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well I guess &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some hearts &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They just get all the right breaks &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some hearts have the stars on their side &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some hearts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They just have it so easy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some hearts just get lucky sometimes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i've become too dependent on people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;where has &lt;em&gt;independent &lt;/em&gt;manda gone to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take one BAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04316" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/170/384480231_8669620bc1_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at last! yeaps, satisfied w this shot(:&lt;br /&gt;looks artistic right? heh heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;... more of cookie monster!&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know cookie monster was thattttttttt cute until...until...yesterday! hehe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04335" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/150/385436496_01930c7c79_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monster says AHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04336" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/127/385436499_9e3ce03c97_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04337" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/153/385436501_37a913febd_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="62" alt="DSC04342" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/163/385436504_4c3b36e1ea_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04361" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/187/385437535_b9eb4b0f7e_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="160" alt="227504680l" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/181/385436495_3772779976_m.jpg" width="120" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayeee. so cute right. smile smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-2663210877395997601?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/2663210877395997601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/2663210877395997601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#2663210877395997601' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/170/384480231_8669620bc1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-3344395527124033598</id><published>2007-02-09T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T19:09:13.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Chill it out take it slow, then you rock out the show.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the life, hold on tight!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;If we were a movie, you'd be the right guy,&lt;br /&gt;And I'd be the best friend that you'd fall in love with in the end.&lt;br /&gt;We'd be laughing, watching the sunset,&lt;br /&gt;Fade to black, show the names, play the happy song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love love love love love cookiemonster(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-3344395527124033598?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/3344395527124033598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/3344395527124033598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#3344395527124033598' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-7897650850578246572</id><published>2007-02-09T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T17:52:19.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;she's tryin' to figure out why the world is so cold.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hellogoodbye- &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;oh, it is love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/biVzKWTdnK/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/biVzKWTdnK/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, it is love. from the first time i set my eyes upon yours, thinking...oh, is it love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04257" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/125/384478824_f925214d95_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04258" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/177/384478826_bb8ff3270e_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;rise and shine, sleepyhead.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS IS LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04305" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/172/384478831_bec0c53e1f_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;here's looking at you, &lt;s&gt;babe&lt;/s&gt; monsters(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04306" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/183/384478832_1af80d30d7_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;whispering sweet nothings.&lt;/em&gt; i thought this is cute. *monster looks straight into camera* :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04307" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/124/384478834_f6cd5cb33a_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;truly blissful.&lt;/em&gt; they look like they're holding hands! awwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04308" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/144/384480225_bd7af70cc5_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;runaway, love&lt;/em&gt;. they're running on the beach. tsk, just imagine la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04309" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/152/384480228_89709879d4_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lala~ lala~ lalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04325" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/163/384485897_0ddb9c418d_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mirror mirror, who's the biggest fool of all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04329" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/159/384485898_b4000ebe89_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;double vision&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04330" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/169/384485899_941b522aee_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;now that's ROFL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="untitled" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/384499295_e57a944c3b.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;murder scene! &lt;/em&gt;okayokay, supposingly that red thing there is blood okay. hah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-7897650850578246572?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/7897650850578246572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/7897650850578246572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#7897650850578246572' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/125/384478824_f925214d95_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-2923008005674584597</id><published>2007-02-08T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T22:00:42.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; it stopped there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My heart is numb has no feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dumbdumb. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just hold me close inside your arms tonight don’t be too hard on my emotions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-2923008005674584597?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/2923008005674584597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/2923008005674584597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#2923008005674584597' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-3688067241141146230</id><published>2007-02-07T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T12:34:12.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do you remember what it's like to care?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLINGS&lt;/strong&gt; do you know why it &lt;em&gt;-points to last cubicle-&lt;/em&gt; won't stop flushing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt; why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLINGS&lt;/strong&gt; because.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;-runs out before she even complete her sentence-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;stupid. i alr knew what she was gonna say. something bout ghost laa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LAST NIGHT, waited for shin to call back. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;s.lo.w.&lt;/span&gt; eyelids were heavy and was almost falling asleep. chatted for awhile before hanging up and couldn't get to sleep after that. the convo just kept replaying in my mind. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;so many questions yet no answers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;is that really really really considered a sign? or did i just imagine things? sigh.. i don't know i don't know. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;maybe things'd be much better if i just stop thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but that's running away!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HOW NOW BROWN COW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-3688067241141146230?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/3688067241141146230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/3688067241141146230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#3688067241141146230' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-4777768493246596067</id><published>2007-02-06T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T19:20:31.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i feel - &amp; - are  much better together cos...ayeeeee i don't know i don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;maybe shin will have something to say when i call her later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;blings got woken up by some prata man! ahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;claimed its her neighbour directly below her flat and that her toilet pipe is leaking asking her to repair cos he needs to make 100 pratas a day! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;crazy indian guy. i think its.... mmhmm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;heh heh funny funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;almost done.&lt;/em&gt; G, we'll go on thurs instead k?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i turned to look at him. our noses were almost touching. "you're the one who told me to look the other way when i saw stuff like this. now you're telling me to do the exact opposite."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;suddenly he wouldn't look at me. he turned his attention to the doodles on his notepad. "i've changed my whole attitude about that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"because-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i could almost hear him swallow. "because of you, he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;he took a breath and paused. "i don't know what it is about you, but you make me want to be the person i know i can be. and besides that-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;there was a tap on the doorframe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i picked up my pad to start writing. but there was a drawing on the top page- it was unmistakably me with a heart-shaped bruise on my face. he had written underneath: MY girlfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;as much as it hurt to do it, i smiled, and for a second nothing else mattered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. now that's sweeeeeeeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-4777768493246596067?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/4777768493246596067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/4777768493246596067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#4777768493246596067' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-4582832678047960675</id><published>2007-02-06T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T18:55:05.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;jellybeans jellybeans jellybeans.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You're beautiful like a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"1 mcchicken student meal... upsize including the burger."&lt;br /&gt;O.O&lt;br /&gt;wanted to order that for mic but the lady looked so fierce i dare not joke! ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;the other time G said "can i have potato sauce pls?" "POTATO!?!?!" "err..nono sorry tomato sauce."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;couldn't find red straws. ahhh, i thought of... mmhmm but i guess maybe not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;you care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt; manda, look at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; *turns ard to face G*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME &lt;/strong&gt;huh? why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt; oh. cos i saw a girl smiling at you. *proceeds to show me how she smiled*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; really? how come i don't know...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt; yah. she was looking at you and smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt; punggol sec i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME &lt;/strong&gt;but i don't know anybody from punggol sec!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; aiyah. everywhere i go ppl will SURELY smile at me! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MIC &lt;/strong&gt;what are you implying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; THAT I'M LOVABLE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;secret blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;somehow i'm feeling insecure. really insecure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sigh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;VALENTINES' DAY IS APPROACHING. HELLO!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ARE YOU TAKING ANY ______?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&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/37793496-4582832678047960675?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/4582832678047960675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/4582832678047960675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#4582832678047960675' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-5492569340129573994</id><published>2007-02-05T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T18:39:11.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lalalalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i must have sounded&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; really&lt;/span&gt; silly in my last two posts.&lt;br /&gt;but i still believe in myself, in God right Daddy?&lt;br /&gt;cos Jeremiah 33.3 says "&lt;strong&gt;Call to me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;i'm so so sorry for ever doubting. sigh, somehow it seems impossible.. but all things are possible with God amen?&lt;br /&gt;but what if... whatever i said turns out to be my own imagination? i think i'll be the biggest fool alive!&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhh. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that's when faith steps in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yes. faith faith faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello amanda? you shouldn't worry!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! i completed the whole book by Nancy Rue or smtg already. its some christian story...&lt;br /&gt;real good bout how Laura trusted God in everything.&lt;br /&gt;faith &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;faith&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;faith&lt;/span&gt;. trust&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; trust&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;trust&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really bad cramps today. felt giddy, nausea, hot and cold at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;feeling's really terrible horrible. I WAS BREAKING OUT IN COLD SWEAT! thanks too all those concern ones but apparently none of you are of any help.&lt;br /&gt;all those 'you look sick', 'your lips are pale' and giving me sympathetic looks made me feel worst.&lt;br /&gt;:S felt super lousy cos i did was whined, writhed and prayed and let God do the rest.&lt;br /&gt;cramps only stopped miraculously when i reached home so you can imagine how i was like in school.&lt;br /&gt;i have to suffer like this every once in a month and its so bloody painful.&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh, how i wish i'm a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bling &amp;amp; gie &lt;em&gt;played hide and seek&lt;/em&gt; with P today. gonna pray really hard then he won't point them out during weekly assembly tmr.&lt;br /&gt;i feel kinda bad):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh! daren won! hehe :D&lt;br /&gt;i was gushing over how cute he is. you know when he smiles, his eyes wld turn into slits!&lt;br /&gt;heh heh. how cuteeeeeeeeee :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;bro says cookie monster.... &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;ahaha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuck at home, cos of you-know-what, when right now i should be meeting mommy for shopping! but sigh...post-poned time after time. i hope nothing like this would happen on wed.&lt;br /&gt;smtg made me super pissed in school. i guess no one knows of it. i don't think she did it on purpose just to see my reaction. even if it is, SO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes manda, don't bother don't bother...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why get worked up over material stuff?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.think.i.am.stupid.&lt;br /&gt;prffts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i needa talk to shin! so many missed calls from her.&lt;br /&gt;how come i'm always checking my phone at the wrong time. its always minutes after or before then she calls.&lt;br /&gt;gah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-5492569340129573994?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/5492569340129573994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/5492569340129573994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#5492569340129573994' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-3472823597772190781</id><published>2007-02-04T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T18:30:44.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello! i'm backkkkk... now you people can tag properly. say yay.&lt;br /&gt;sam goh, stop being a beanie meanie la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;d0h d0h d0h...a deeeeeeeer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH! how do i add this..&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; expression in? mmhmm.&lt;br /&gt;shin's back(: msged me first thing when she reached the dock. happy happy. sms buddy is back!&lt;br /&gt;church was...quite alright. sigh&lt;br /&gt;so sad. i feel like a wandering spirit la. walking ard aimlessly.&lt;br /&gt;so i kept complaining 'i wanna go home, i wanna go home'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up feeling quite irritated yet happy at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;irritated cos i can't seem to contact someone and i didn't really wanna go to church yet&lt;br /&gt;happy cos its a sunday. ha(:&lt;br /&gt;you know what? the character in ytd night's show has the same name as cookie3!&lt;br /&gt;walau. when the girl shouted *** &amp; i got a shocked. like how often do you see or hear &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt;'s name? often as in 6,7 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;told God in the shower...enough, no more signs pls.&lt;br /&gt;but later i was like 'okay. maybe just one more. just to make sure its real and im not making things up'&lt;br /&gt;so i randomly said, i'll believe if he's sitting in front of me later. what happens if i say wear the same colours again huh... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came to church and was kinda upset, thinking 'aiyah, so its all made up?'&lt;br /&gt;then we had some shuffling of seats and true enough he was sitting infront, though not directly infront of me but...ahhhhhhhhhhh!! *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom is real cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOM&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;-points infront-&lt;/em&gt; those two are U.**** son?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME &lt;/strong&gt;:) yah.. why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOM&lt;/strong&gt; oh. that one &lt;em&gt;-points at cookie3-&lt;/em&gt; is the older son ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; no no.. why? he look very old huh? &lt;em&gt;-grins-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOM&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;-whispers to herself-&lt;/em&gt; very tall.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOM&lt;/strong&gt; his voice very nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; huh? really?! haha. you heard him sing before meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOM&lt;/strong&gt; yah, the other time i sit in for youth serv i heard him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; you sure????!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOM&lt;/strong&gt; he manned the computer thing w john one right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elmo mama you need me to give you wake up call every sunday?&lt;br /&gt;hah. you lazy pig :X&lt;br /&gt;our mom(HAHA!) says you're shy. you were blushing laaaa! cos you've got so much compliments.&lt;br /&gt;the hugger? anw, don't anyhow agree our mom to tutor me for math cos i tell you...you sure vomit blood. aha.&lt;br /&gt;my mom= your mom. and you're also my mom.&lt;br /&gt;so.....? aiyah, so confusing. see i'm confused too.&lt;br /&gt;nvm nvm. as long as you're my MAMA! heh heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;watched CNA w mom yesterday. some show bout weddings. walau, i can't wait to get married. heh heh. i'm not desperate! just....i think its nice(: i mean...ahh, nvm. so i started discussing w mom though its still a long long way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; you know what? i'm gonna have a garden wedding next time. but it'd be held at night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOM&lt;/strong&gt; crazy. got mosquito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; oh yah.. aiyah, nvm. put mosquito net la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOM&lt;/strong&gt; so troublesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; aiyah, nvm. i'll have a beach wedding then. ask all of them to turn up in swimsuit. i'll wear the world's most unique wedding 'dress' ever. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOM&lt;/strong&gt; so dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; eh you! what what what? HAHA! okay lo, then nvm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; i'll have a toilet style wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOM&lt;/strong&gt; -.- HOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; i'll prepare a bathtub each for my guest. i tell you ah, they'll attend the most elaborate &amp;amp; extravagant wedding ever! cos they'll get to bathe in champagne!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOM &lt;/strong&gt;then how are they going to eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; oh.. simple, waiters will serve them lo. they just enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-ryan cuts into convo-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RYAN&lt;/strong&gt; then won't they be naked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; shit! yah hor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;This is my cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My one desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Just to be where You are Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Now and forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It's more than a song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My one desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Is to be with You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Is to be with You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-3472823597772190781?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/3472823597772190781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/3472823597772190781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#3472823597772190781' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-1481967101584224693</id><published>2007-02-03T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T17:20:29.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And I could be your favourite girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Forever, perfectly together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And tell me boy, now wouldn't that be sweet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember i told God to show me a sign? i think he showed me three.&lt;br /&gt;cos i'm not really sure if its considered a sign. maybe i just want to see it happen so i mistook?aye, i don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first was when i was talking to God asking him to give me a sign. &amp; this ad immediately came on right after...&lt;br /&gt;second was when i was reading dailybread. his name appeared, got a shocked i kinda 'ran away' from it. didn't quite expected.&lt;br /&gt;third was when i was flipping through the Bible to find a particular verse and....it appeared again. okay, maybe this time its not really er....??? but its still ahhhhhh.... a 3 letter word! :Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;called in sick today, didn't wanna start coughing all over the piano. :S&lt;br /&gt;thank God they gave me make up lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY GOD IS MIGHTY TO SAVE! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-1481967101584224693?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/1481967101584224693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/1481967101584224693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#1481967101584224693' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-7108153065789720814</id><published>2007-02-02T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T17:18:38.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"God's delays are not God's denials. God's timing is perfect. Patience is what we need in prayer."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw patience twice in...mmhmm, two weeks? I just can't wait. Impatient...anxious.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see something happen. sigh, Lord give me a sign...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm dumb. This is going nowhere, man. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Nowhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; suddenly, i feel like giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope you feel it too, the same way as i do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;L-O-V-E&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;if not, i'm moving on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I only had an ocean to compliment the sky&lt;br /&gt;I’d pull it down and paint it for you&lt;br /&gt;and I’d never question why&lt;br /&gt;cause &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; would mean you loved me&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; would mean you cared&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt; my heart when left alone to cold and killing stares.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-7108153065789720814?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/7108153065789720814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/7108153065789720814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#7108153065789720814' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-3299353618110683373</id><published>2007-02-02T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T20:42:09.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i just want you to know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALALA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://worthyof-love.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://worthyof-love.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rmb to tic &lt;strong&gt;tag&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you need her? i could be her..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;stop highlighting!&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/37793496-3299353618110683373?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/3299353618110683373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/3299353618110683373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#3299353618110683373' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-55857109030042510</id><published>2007-02-01T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T20:43:16.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hello there. maybe this is my last post. or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;everything is ready for me at LJ so i can move over anytime i want. maybe now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like crying. nah, just joking.&lt;br /&gt;i can't really bear to leave blogger. aha have been using it since sec1 ard oct?&lt;br /&gt;mmhmm, but i thought a change might be good.&lt;br /&gt;of cos, i need time to get used to everything over at&lt;strong&gt; simple&lt;/strong&gt; LJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogger's like my.... okay, nvm.&lt;br /&gt;i shall not start...&lt;br /&gt;i am a&lt;strong&gt; very&lt;/strong&gt; sentimental person okay! hah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll post my LJ url when i feel like it maybe 2154854152856474 years later.&lt;br /&gt;heh heh! :P&lt;br /&gt;don't worry, its not verrrrrrrrrry long. anw, those who want it like NOW can pm me(:&lt;br /&gt;to read some of the "FRIENDS ONLY" post, you've gotta sign up as an LJ member and then i'll add you into my list.&lt;br /&gt;eh... but first you must give me 10000000000 reasons why i must add you. AHAHA. okay, just kidding again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those gong gongs who don't know what an LJ is, its a livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;ITS ALIVEEEEEEEEE! :D&lt;br /&gt;check out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;www.livejournal.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm behaving weirdly today. maybe cos of my cough &amp;amp; throat... :Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;oh! i had a very very very very very very very very X100000000000000000000verys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sweet dream last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*whispers* cos you're in it.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;walau, i think im going crazy.. i kept smiling to myself today. heh(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;the dream seemed so real.. i want it to come trueeeeeeee. :) :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;okay, im off.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye blogger, goodbye nostringsattached-, goodbye people!&lt;br /&gt;mmhmm, i wont be deleting this blog cos i'll still come back when i feel like it lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MISSES. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-55857109030042510?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/55857109030042510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/55857109030042510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#55857109030042510' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-2357751561709136584</id><published>2007-01-31T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T18:01:15.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're the love that rescues me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When the cold winds rage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*clears throat*&lt;br /&gt;thank God i'm feeling so much better now. still having dry cough and sore throat. urgh!&lt;br /&gt;had sensory evaluation for f&amp;n. something to do with enzymatic browning. we get to eat the apples after evaluation. heh heh. just the right time cos i was feeling hungrrrry.&lt;br /&gt;no one dare to eat the apples in ascorbic(?) solution. mmhmm but gf seem to like the smell of it. cos...'it smells like plum'.&lt;br /&gt;our apples didn't really turned brown. sad case...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing to thank God for. i passed my chem test!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH MY GOSH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't quite expected it. *surprised*&lt;br /&gt;have to admit, i did last min revision and i didn't listen in class! :x&lt;br /&gt;i am damn happy can!!!!!!!!!!! HEHE :D&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; now i wonder how i did for my physics and emath test...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed to get corn to stand in for me(he AGREED!) for some total defence essay writing shit stuff.&lt;br /&gt;but alas! he've got some debate competition and refused to. BIG SIGH!&lt;br /&gt;got nominated by some (insert whatever here) people. i didn't even asked for it laaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;more work now. i don't want i don't want i don't want. ):&lt;br /&gt;i've got hundreds and thousands of pages of research(f&amp;n) to do which is dued on tue!&lt;br /&gt;thanks ah :@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met wendy for stud today. its so so so pretty and shiny and and and and....i loveeeeeee it(:&lt;br /&gt;ayeeeeee. but got kinda upset when the metal thing connecting the ball and star got shaky. wth..&lt;br /&gt;i was sighing real loud during lunch. OOPS :x&lt;br /&gt;sad what... ): &amp;amp; poor gf had to keep reassuring me that its alright/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but its still not enough...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mood swings. PMS PMS PMS.&lt;br /&gt;i'm easily irritated now so watch what you say. tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i needa move soon.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-2357751561709136584?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/2357751561709136584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/2357751561709136584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#2357751561709136584' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-562951294145675948</id><published>2007-01-30T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T17:08:28.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For you i will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amanda means &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;worthy of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;honouring God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiaojiji is the &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;heavenly messenger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God says my partner is someone who serves the Lord and.........&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;honours Him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking out. walau! i cannot wait though i love surprises. *blush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; why do i keep seeing the letter * everywhere i go... mmhmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dieeeee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm falling sick soon): *coughcough*&lt;br /&gt;having a splitting headache and my throat hurts. ahhhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall make this short and sweet. i wanna take my nap after eating pillssssssss.&lt;br /&gt;i can't swallow pills for nuts. must chop, chop, chop! i feel like a baby..... :Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoooooooooos, went looking for boxes today. can't find any nice ones. how sad.&lt;br /&gt;visited Hallmark &amp;amp; Shammock. cute stuff they got there. i wanna buy :))))&lt;br /&gt;there's this really cute cat couple with magnetic hands(hold hands, hug, dance).&lt;br /&gt;i've always lurveeeeee wedding bears. heh heh. &lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;eddy bears!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting wendy for moiiiiiii stud tmr. long awaited!&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhh. headACHE!&lt;br /&gt;:@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-562951294145675948?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/562951294145675948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/562951294145675948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#562951294145675948' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-627760221913642394</id><published>2007-01-29T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T18:30:58.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;he told me its sooner or later...love will blossom btw or for or...aiyah, whatever- the two of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried playing the guitar last night. i know how to play A &amp; E already! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;maamee tiancai, are you proud of me?(:&lt;br /&gt;but my strumming sounds really weird and i laughed whenever i strummed &lt;s&gt;wrongly&lt;/s&gt; weirdly. just like how i always play the wrong key or come in late and i'll burst out laughing!&lt;br /&gt;gong gong. my fingers hurt like TOOT.):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04159" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/92/373156650_a711a1dd32_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're gonna paint the town red!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04162" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/148/373156651_bf1a5b6a35_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mix &amp;amp; match&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04163" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/185/373156653_87d57e5b8d_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awwwwww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04171" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/151/373158952_0b5d2cf202_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my precious sleepyhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04188" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/147/373158957_808a0854c9_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grp photo &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;OH MY! I THINK I LOOK SO CUTE IN THE PICTURE! AHAHAHA :X&lt;br /&gt;OK...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for &lt;s&gt;sunday&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt; the weekends to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;boring life... &amp;amp; its still freezing!&lt;br /&gt;*BAOBAO*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g! we didn't get to see 80cents guy today. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;shake shake strawberry juice(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-627760221913642394?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/627760221913642394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/627760221913642394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#627760221913642394' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/92/373156650_a711a1dd32_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-8666978852044765474</id><published>2007-01-29T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T16:43:13.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;could have been so beeeeeeeautiful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;could have been so righttttttt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally found the song!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stay with me everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Everytime I get my hopes up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;They always seem to fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Still what could've been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is better than what could never be at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to sch alone cos i couldn't contact gf. felt independent yet lonely.&lt;br /&gt;was late! oh my... i don't wanna do CWO. pls don't &lt;em&gt;kena&lt;/em&gt;......pls don't&lt;em&gt; kena&lt;/em&gt;....... :Z&lt;br /&gt;recieved some chi book and i was flipping through pages, looking at the retarded drawings and laughing to myself. i think its a waste of money cos i can't really read!!!&lt;br /&gt;then i said aloud "EH!!! IS THIS THE CHINESE VER. OF TOTOCHAN?!"&lt;br /&gt;tell you smtg okay? actually i don't even know the story of TotoCHAN. i just anyhow say and they were like "yah...yah..."&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHA! gong gongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gf arrived in sch when its close to 9 -.-&lt;br /&gt;&amp; she brought ock along! yayyyyyyyy. been monthsssssssssss.&lt;br /&gt;bling tried to sabo me during ansar's period. she's damn bad la ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; one last warning for the 3 of you ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLING&lt;/strong&gt; eh what. i got bring book lo. you see *points at me* she didn't bring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; HUH!!! what? ehh walau... *pouts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; nevermind nevermind. you mind your own business. i'll only do the marking tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P haha! failed attempt. bleahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;remind me to bring textbook tmr if not i'm X_X&lt;br /&gt;i hope it snows... mmhmm, okay maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;its freezing in here! ahhhhhh. brrrr *shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;further apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gf, we must go to the library tmr! &amp;amp; i wanna buy nice boxes NOT BOXERS!&lt;br /&gt;wth. almost everyone was like "HUH?! YOU WANNA BUY BOXERS!" *blush*&lt;br /&gt;oh.. anyone knows where to get colourful cotton woooool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. off to type my task analysis. F&amp;N ppl, rmb to do it k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go shopping. i wanna go shopping. i wanna go shopping. i wanna go shopping. i wanna go shopping. i wanna go shopping. i wanna go shopping. i wanna go shopping. i wanna go shopping. i wanna go shopping. i wanna go shopping. i wanna go shopping. i wanna go shopping. i wanna go shopping. i wanna go shopping. i wanna go shopping. i wanna go shopping. i wanna go shopping. i wanna go shopping. i wanna go shopping. i wanna go shopping. i wanna go shopping. i wanna go shopping. i wanna go shopping. i wanna go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get ____, _____, __________, ____, _______, ____ _______ &amp;amp; many moreeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO WANT FREE HUGS? MEEEEEEE! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vr3x_RRJdd4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vr3x_RRJdd4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="320" height="250"&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/37793496-8666978852044765474?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/8666978852044765474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/8666978852044765474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#8666978852044765474' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-2030172056957306008</id><published>2007-01-28T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T18:30:38.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"i will give you the desires of your heart"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard this twice for two days already! once when i was reading chelsea's story on the train &amp; i held back my tears cos i thought it'd be really really weird to mmhmm, like suddenly break down and cry. another was during worship today.&lt;br /&gt;and this time, my tears just kept flowing. i think God did it the second time so i won't hold back. aha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt God was speaking to me through chelsea. like me, she did have female friendships but they did not possess the bond required to discuss what meant most to her: her relationship w God.&lt;br /&gt;"it often had me in tears and this was a low pt in my life as i felt i was left out of a wonderful sisterhood of women. one day, as i was praying about this need, a verse of scripture came to my mind: "i will give you the desires of your heart," &lt;strong&gt;and i knew at that moment God would provide me with a close girlf&lt;/strong&gt;. he also showed me, however, that i had to change too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how fantastic to think that when i felt that i would never find that close friend, all along God had girls out there planned for me&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;met up with gf then popped by bling's workplace which was just outside bedok's fairprice. realised how much things have changed. booth is so much organised now. went running around trying to change money for that ahbling. we hardly had time for ourselves, so was kinda pissed. went to some budget shop and saw timtam! i wanna buy but the price is like kinda cheap so err...cos you don't know whats in there la! rather buy it at candy empire. MAMA ELMO, i want lollipop :D&lt;br /&gt;gf bought disgusting BBQ panda biscuit. :Z you see that shop sell those weird weird stuff la, dont know from where...&lt;br /&gt;gf didn't know wheres the hawker centre! she told me she wanted to bring me to a 'coffeeshop with nice carrot cake' so i let her lead the way. i asked her whats the 'coffeeshop' like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G &lt;/strong&gt;sell alot of food and its very big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; oh.. where is it? we've been walking for so long alr leh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt; just in front only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; ehh... infront dont have. is it the hawker centre we walked past just now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt; i think so.. not infront meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; WALAU! wrong la *grabs gf hand* you gong gong! you say coffeeshop &amp;amp; i was thinking where else in bedok sell really nice carrot cake except the hawker centre? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; you know what! we didnt have time to eat the carrot cake ):&lt;br /&gt;must go back next time okay! and order lots of fooooood! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;walked me to mrt station, walked you back to interchange... its goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;AHAHA! turned out i was super early and was the first to reached church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and God gave me a opportunity to shelter someone ytd. *blush*&lt;br /&gt;ahaha. rain got heavier, saw this lady walking with a limp trying her best to walk faster to avoid the heavy rain when i suddenly went up behind her and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; err... auntie, wo lai zhe ni ba&lt;br /&gt;she took long to respond and i was afraid she couldn't understand me... :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AUNTIE &lt;/strong&gt;*looks shocked* huh.. bu yong jin bu yong jin *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; uh? mei guan xi *shelters her with umbrella*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AUNTIE&lt;/strong&gt; *laughs* xie xie ni ah. ni ren hen hao :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; ni hui jia ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AUNTIE&lt;/strong&gt; dui.. ni le?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; er... wo qu jiao tang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AUNTIE&lt;/strong&gt; hao, dao zhe li jiu ke yi le. zhen de shi xie xie ni ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it made my day and i was smiling to myself... ahahahahahahaha/&lt;br /&gt;ahaha. the only person i told was gf! *blush* but she so bad laaaaaa, &lt;em&gt;suan&lt;/em&gt; me):&lt;br /&gt;but still, thanks alot for accompanying me on the phone. stupid joel told bro to tell me that the jap cults are cannibals. i'm was so scared can! cos the building was so so so quiet and there wasn't anyone in sight! but i didn't hide in the toilet cos i thought it would be more worse...... :Z&lt;br /&gt;so after waiting for i-don't-know-how-long, mel came. played a round of stress before moving to the jap side's staircase cos the children playing were super noisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;awkward silence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner was blah. &amp;amp; then... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; *pokes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME &lt;/strong&gt;EHHH! why didn't you reply!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHIN&lt;/strong&gt; I KNEW IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; huh? knew what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHIN&lt;/strong&gt; i knew you would msg me... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh heh. so cute...&lt;br /&gt;so i'm on piano. john is my shifu. ahaha. it was kinda hard at first but soon i got the hang of it.&lt;br /&gt;but still, i'm not that good. i love MAJESTY! i know how to play the intro thingy. yay! MAMA, are you proud of me?(: actually, the intro thingy is quite easy :S&lt;br /&gt;crazy fun time of prac last night. &amp;amp; sorry for always coming in one beat late :(&lt;br /&gt;later john gave us a lift to mrt. what happens when you put 7 crazy people in a car? MADNESS! 5 of us were crammed at the back. journey was crazy. video-ing, pushing of heads, singing along to gay songs(bro), screaming and what have you.&lt;br /&gt;i love MAMA, PAPA and my FOUR siblings. hehe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;one big happy family&lt;/s&gt; mummy, dont want us...! wahhhhhhh :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had sponsor-sponsee today after a long long time and.......i'm gonna be a sponsor soon.&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhh. God, who do you want me to sponsor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in for moreeeeeeee. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; pink&lt;/span&gt; day!&lt;br /&gt;someone just reminded me.&lt;br /&gt;"valentines' day is coming in two more weeks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my tummy turned somersaults as i casually sauntered past him, pretending not to notice his existence.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-2030172056957306008?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/2030172056957306008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/2030172056957306008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#2030172056957306008' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-116988266066827997</id><published>2007-01-27T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T17:25:51.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hellogoodbye- here(in your arms)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOA, SEXY MAMA~ ahahaha. they're great. i love most of their songs! go listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com"&gt;www.imeem.com&lt;/a&gt; search- hellogoodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You are the one, the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That lies close to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whispers, "Hello, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I miss you quite terribly..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I fell in love, in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;With you suddenly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now theres no place else, I could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But here in your arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hello&lt;/strong&gt; they are &lt;strong&gt;good, bye.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-116988266066827997?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/116988266066827997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/116988266066827997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116988266066827997' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-116988113836292948</id><published>2007-01-27T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T15:01:43.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the replacement was good(:&lt;br /&gt;partly cos it has a happy ending. i always love shows with happy endings, who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure bling and gf enjoyed..plus the yummy food and slurpslurp from bowl chinchow.&lt;br /&gt;gf thanks for your&lt;em&gt; melted&lt;/em&gt; chocolate. hehe, you nv fail to give me chocos whenever im down. truly a frd. i love you! &amp; bling too &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;crazy night, lots of laughter, smiles and fun walking in the drizzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ytd was packed with guests hence fellowship wasn;t all that great. i expected to talk more to Shin but i guess..oh well. i'm sure i'll have more time to talk to her tonight!((: &lt;br /&gt;bling is posted at bedok today. thought of dropping by with G and eat carrot cake! haha. bedok got nice food...i wanttttt! &amp; maybe can leave G there to help bling with the closing while i head to church to meet the rest for dins and first prac. &lt;br /&gt;G's posted at angmokio tmr. ahaha, i don't think i can drop by to help close the booth. you can get bling to drop by with her jul.&lt;br /&gt; hehe. we;ve got new job offers! flex working hours and they said its an easy task... mmhmm, still wondering if i should accept. how? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its just the 3 of us now...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-116988113836292948?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/116988113836292948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/116988113836292948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116988113836292948' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-116988032302566966</id><published>2007-01-27T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T14:47:12.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;telling it like it is.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"remember, the greatest gift is not found in a store nor under a tree, but&lt;strong&gt; in the hearts of true friends&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;CINDY LEW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;are there anymore sincere people in the world? who actually mean what they say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've seen countless people who come up to you and start complimenting. makes me feel so uneasy... and people who do that, come across as fake.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, its perfectly alright if you gave a compliment and genuinely mean it. but there are people out there who compliment just to make you like them. i told someone off the last time :X&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when people i don't really know act as if they know me so well. :Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing i cannot fathom is why some people are still talking bout it though its almost a year now. guess they just need something to talk about. you know who you are. this failed frdship is only btw the grp of us. why must outsiders bother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't bother about worthless people ard you, manda. no use getting angry/upset because of them.&lt;/em&gt; was seriously pissed cos 'people hear something, add in extra ingredients as if its their own recipe and casually tell someone about so and so.'&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i was telling bling &amp;amp; gf how nice it would be to punch them right in their face. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so hurt........ :'(&lt;br /&gt;she actually said im childish cos "not everything just pray then can be solve one lo".&lt;br /&gt;persecuted yet again. &lt;em&gt;God, help me up...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*PUNCH* thats for making me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;"one of the most amazing things about gossip is that it spreads so quickly. it's like a sore that starts as a tiny spot but over time gets more serious and becomes a raging rash, out of control and ready to demolish anything in its way. this is because we are very good at airing people's laundry sometimes. even if we don't consider ourselves as gossipmongers(and no one ever does), we sometimes find it irresistible to be part of the "knowledge police"- to be one of those who measure and mark someone else's misfortunate. when we give into this temptation, however, we are no better than those who deliberately spread lies and misinformation about others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about people behind their backs is anything but harmless. it causes those involved to become callous, to say things in secrecy that they would not have the courage to say to the victim. the undercurrent of gossip never fails to ruin friendships, reputations, relationships, or credibility. it leaves in its wake deep regret, punishment of innocents, suspicion, and question marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gossipmongers reek of bravado, jealousy, and discontent. they too are victims in their own way- injured and insecure, lacking in wisdom and compassion, and happy to speak mercilessly about another individual just as long as the talk never turns on them. to be enlightened is one thing. but to contribute to the private or public humiliation of an innocent individual is another thing altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gossip is tantalizing. it can be deliciously seductive and altogether consuming. but it is never without intent. it is never innocent. it sears our consciences and cause us to think we are better than others and that somehow our words are justified. it causes us to accuse another's intentions, to malign another's character, to endanger another's reputation, and to judge another's motives. it's as ugly as it is alluring. it takes courage to defeat, and it will not make you worthy of another's trust. and that, my friend, will give you every reason to smile."&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im guilty of gossiping): sigh, God pls help me keep watch over my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;i really really thank God for the book&lt;em&gt; girlfriendships&lt;/em&gt; and the first person i wanna lend it to when i'm done, is someone i love alot alot as a sister(: EUDORA SHIN!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i pulled her towards me when she shook my hand ytd, causing her to fall. oops! :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;take the first time, don't let it go... (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thus nature has no &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; for solitude, and always leans, as it were, on some &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;support&lt;/span&gt;; and the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sweetest&lt;/span&gt; support is found in the most &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;intimate friendship&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CICERO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-116988032302566966?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/116988032302566966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/116988032302566966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116988032302566966' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-116980642553842360</id><published>2007-01-26T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T18:13:45.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It ends tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was alright expect for the fact that we had to run non-stop for some multi-stage exercise thing. i thought my class guys were great. always the last one &lt;s&gt;standing&lt;/s&gt;running. and bingcheng came in the highest for running till stage 11!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of laughter during recess. we were lazy to go change in the toilet so we....ahaha with clothes on of cause. pictures up!&lt;br /&gt;i gotta&lt;em&gt; run&lt;/em&gt; soon. movie tonight and everyone, well almost, at cell is gonna wear &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;. YAY! so today's officially &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; day. whoopie! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04097" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/83/369724152_1ce9e6104e_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see what happens when you tell lies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04106" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/169/369725623_568bb6fbbf_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kick people whenever i'm pissed. AHA! poor gf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04108" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/148/369725624_c8b2a71434_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm BIG FRIENDLY GIANT! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04086" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/123/369727990_3489ff0c46_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attack of the ice cream cone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC04185" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/155/369726704_6811c5c9dd_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wee&lt;/em&gt;tard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="DSC04186" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/140/369727987_9200860090_m.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went walking around the class like this and someone said "wah.. model student ah!"&lt;br /&gt;ahaha. girls couldn't stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE GIVE ME THE MODEL STUDENT AWARD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="DSC04187" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/122/369727988_faf69a62b8_m.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fellow nerd came to join me later. but look at her skirt! tsktsk, girl...bad example ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;today's newpaper cover story is a little like mine ah.&lt;br /&gt;still rmb the time when i was a prefect in primary school. then mrschia or something scolded me cos she thinks i dyed my hair! and she said i couldn't be a prefect.):&lt;br /&gt;walau, i was so upset i went home telling mommy i wanna dye my hair black. ahaha&lt;br /&gt;but she was like FOR WHAT! its natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh huh. anyhoos, i really must run fly roll jog jump already&lt;br /&gt;gotta walk the doggies then.......shower, have light dinner and off to cell.&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be so fun tonight. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;WISH YOU WERE THERE (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye lalala. will post video up tmr. kinda sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-116980642553842360?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/116980642553842360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/116980642553842360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116980642553842360' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/83/369724152_1ce9e6104e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-116971755719111437</id><published>2007-01-25T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T17:36:23.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who needs iPod when there's iPhone???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="330" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1xXNoB3t8vM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1xXNoB3t8vM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="330" height="300"&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/37793496-116971755719111437?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/116971755719111437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/116971755719111437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116971755719111437' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-116971065050679471</id><published>2007-01-25T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T16:29:09.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love as if nobody has hurt you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought you've changed... its alright if you don't want to join us. but why must you go around gossiping?&lt;br /&gt;i was more of sad and hurt than pissed. my whole mood was dampen and i tried my best to hold back my tears. the feeling was really unpleasant.&lt;br /&gt;and i thought a few times was enough. really dumb to forgive time and time again.&lt;br /&gt;you were vying with me for practically almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i really wondered why you made that remark. K and G absolutely disagreed with whatever you said.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry to ever invite you to join us. i'm sorry i felt worried for you when you got caught fagging. i'm sorry for praying that you won't get suspended. i'm sorry for everything i did for you. what's the point when one refused to change and hurt you even more?&lt;br /&gt;have to admit, i kinda missed having you around but i guess, sometimes its much better to move on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;try getting yourself backstabbed time and time again, you'll definitely know how hurt i feel. :Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: i'm sorry for walking so fast, being so quiet and causing alibaba &amp;amp; girlf to worry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;was early today. YAY! haha maybe its because we didn't wanna do CWO.&lt;br /&gt;but...we got caught and booked by mrgoh for eating in class. so we had to finish the pocky in 30s.&lt;br /&gt;he was smirking throughout :Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visited 711 again but 80cents guy wasn't there. maybe diff shift. bought stuff and went up to sit around at the 2nd floor. you know, if you buy Big Gulp or smtg, you'll get a free POKEMON magnet! hehe(: opened it up and started throwing at the pillar. *PIAK*&lt;br /&gt;after eating, i hugged my file and almost fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALI&lt;/strong&gt; amanda, you asleep alr?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt; no la, i think she's listening to our convo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; *very quickly*&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;NO LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt; there! if not you won't reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, girlf is so smart ahhhhh. but seriously, i was really falling asleep and only 'woke up' after you guys started talking bout...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Its' the little things that matter, that add up in the end, with the priceless thrilling magic found only in a friend."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ELIZABETH DUNPHY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh! do i sound weird? how come elmo thinks i'm not amanda when he's talking to me...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;:Z&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-116971065050679471?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/116971065050679471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/116971065050679471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116971065050679471' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-116964199004447266</id><published>2007-01-24T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T13:54:21.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Show me, don't just say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my day didn't start off well. missed two freaking buses cos of the dumb bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; got called out cos of socks. SUPER PISSED! but thank God Piggy was there(:&lt;br /&gt;crazy girl who cuts ***** cos its &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"too thick".&lt;/span&gt; i'm your pillar and you're mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i gotta pull up my socks till... "there's no wrinkles, if not you must write 100words for every wrinkle i find"&lt;br /&gt;cute Piggy went on to tell me how she wrote 300words on socks. HAHA! omg, ridiculous laaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;so i pulled like super high . he smirked before adding, "definitely can go." !#$%^&amp;amp;*()&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats up with people poking their nose into everything. oh yes, i mean &lt;strong&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;from the bags we carry, to who we &lt;em&gt;walk&lt;/em&gt; with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, heard juniors gossiped bout a certain teacher... :Z&lt;br /&gt;some people just gossip to their friends bout their teachers but infront of them, they act like teacher's pet.&lt;br /&gt;thats the most er.....infuriating and i-don't-know-what(i cant seem to think of anything cos i'm feeling really URGH) part.&lt;br /&gt;spilt personality uh?!?! slap their face ah.&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it, i'm never a teacher's pet. ahahaha, not that i want to be anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;80cents (;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we saw the &lt;em&gt;kawaii&lt;/em&gt;, soft spoken 711 80cents guy again. heh heh!&lt;br /&gt;so funny....! i love to make fun of him cos of his voice.&lt;br /&gt;AHAHA. G went to there to get her mag and we went back again, this time to grab fooooood :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; what if he thinks we come back again just to see him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;i saw him looking out after we walked out of 711.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; EH! turn behind, he's looking out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; OH MY! MAYBE HE'S LOOKING AT US!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt; cannot be la. he must be thinking why we bought so much stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-____________-&lt;br /&gt;cup walker tmr, want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;aye, blame me. feeling so bottled up. AHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;so its true that i hide my feelings from the world? i thought i'm like...open?&lt;br /&gt;mmhmm....... heart's feeling heavy, like extremely.&lt;br /&gt;why oh why. just whats happening..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(NGKJeaonbSBUJFNSOJUBGREJNS FINjkn SUBUFJNE UJRBRJSKN CJUGAIANKTNEUOFBJKSFn uijfbtnrwkshngboujzbJBYVBEJCB NAISGUREBJCmndayfga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DBSU(FEIHT93748128^&amp;#(%&amp;amp; UBNFUSGBUAJBNFUGSINF&lt;br /&gt;HGFDJFNAYUBUJNSDUGAUG&amp;(TAUBOMN 1255841631 SFSGWASAFeaG5g5GAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gSGAAG1hnkasznfjdhfjahsur askskjhajsheubfjsgs;ghsjheubajnams;sighneajkngakfjnoiahjoiamkahguebanmwnieheiuignakj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sidnfksngihainsisunksosueoiuwaupojgohduyeauihowqppqpityiehnakjnibusihgangpaogjaigaugbf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8iashusbudbgjbgpoapiwyjwheueggub[giuabsubeubncmiyuabfnhaugnsmghywhaatiiiiiiiiiiiiiimgkshjkgnsgnsgsiguiaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;14864564156aurnsyugs55guehairn4gina'sjsisjglaiuahg'yiauywenem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;still not enough!!!!!!!!!!!!! i feel like punching someone.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;or maybe even biteeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AHHHHHHH URGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUG ME! :'(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks to you know who for you know what.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it certainly made me smile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PS: sorry for rubbish post cos thats what i'm feeling now. RUBBISH! sigh. so sick and tired of being taken for granted. thanks ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-116964199004447266?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/116964199004447266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/116964199004447266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116964199004447266' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-116954837274452423</id><published>2007-01-23T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T18:32:52.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't live a day without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After-school was hella fun! Walked past the CCTV outside library and got reminded of assembly. G, we should seriously stop making monkey faces infront of it. Cos the people in GO can see us very clearly! HAHA, stop taking it as a neoprint machine. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot what i said which made OM turned to me...&lt;br /&gt;OM: faster go home ah, going to rain already.&lt;br /&gt;ME: yeah, i'm gonna fly&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;home now. haha.&lt;br /&gt;OM: *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so windy, can fly our skirts. :D&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for pants, never &lt;em&gt;zao genk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing fits at KFC. You la, gf. Made me so crazy. *burp*&lt;br /&gt;HEHE! I dropped my Physics book inside the freezer/chiller or whatever you call it.&lt;br /&gt;STOP LAUGHING!!! AYEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to go to the gym with Joody, Shan &amp; G today but ended up gaining more kilosssss.&lt;br /&gt;Sighhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP, STEP, STEP ON YOU! *HIAKKKKKKK*&lt;br /&gt;wonder why i'm blogging so weirdly today.. :Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got Physics to study for. F&amp;N mindmap and task analysis to complete.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run... *poof*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-116954837274452423?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/116954837274452423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/116954837274452423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116954837274452423' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-116946241204943594</id><published>2007-01-22T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T17:17:12.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Forever i will sing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/GFT6rTnapo/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/GFT6rTnapo/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;" He's&lt;strong&gt; reliable&lt;/strong&gt; and will be &lt;strong&gt;faithful &lt;/strong&gt;to you but his jealousy can turn into possessiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He really believes in old-fashioned &lt;strong&gt;romance&lt;/strong&gt;, so he's looking for a polished girl who he can take home to meet mum and dad. Your feminine, flirty side will have him hooked- but watch out! If he hears that you've been hanging out with any guys but him, he'll decide that you're not worth his time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She &lt;strong&gt;cares deeply for the people close to her&lt;/strong&gt; but she hides her feelings from the world. She can be very sensitive, so she's looking for someone who is dependable- and who wants a &lt;strong&gt;commitment&lt;/strong&gt;, not just a hookup. "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you've got expressive eyes. eyes that can talk!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA! so you'll know how i'm feeling just by seeing through my eyes? ohh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/115/365746508_f43f08f77b_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-116946241204943594?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/116946241204943594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/116946241204943594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116946241204943594' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/115/365746508_f43f08f77b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-116946153281666148</id><published>2007-01-22T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T18:25:32.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PICS FROM WAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03502" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/157/365718327_7779a7b2c2_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03499" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/159/365718326_799244b6bf_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03638" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/127/365719247_432f7351a5_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03838" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/165/365721564_605079ee7d_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17NOV before AMEX's D&amp;amp;D*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03511" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/130/365718328_109677dae7_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheepo? nahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03520" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/145/365718330_35a3bcbdc3_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03524" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/111/365718332_136e8b8cdf_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03525" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/142/365718334_a0b53acef5_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03548" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/115/365719243_153c290551_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03560" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/149/365719245_b89985ebf6_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03558" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/107/365719244_05a0929161_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBQ*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03684" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/137/365719248_caafb9d818_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mic looks shocked! ahaha, cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03710" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/155/365719642_9852302d82_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03692" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/185/365719641_8f98772bf3_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVELY~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03711" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/79/365719643_e44c9644ca_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03713" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/99/365719644_3e8bbe2e79_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BANGKOK 06*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03731" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/134/365719645_d58c67d26c_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buggy ride in the airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03734" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/174/365719646_127cae0bb4_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03737" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/181/365720093_055fd721d9_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03749" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/173/365720097_fdaf3cf4d6_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this gingerbread man's house is real. wanna have a bite? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03766" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/138/365720099_f67c943ccf_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03767" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/125/365720100_87a91cfc9c_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thailand got really yummy donuts. oh, i wanna visit The Donut Factory someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03773" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/121/365720570_d05b8e0196_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chocolate trio or smtg? its nice but too much whipped cream at the top and whipped cream is disgusting. foamy and bitter? ahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teddy's house at Central World or smtg? its like ISETAN just the brands they carry are much more expensive! thats the place where i saw BUILDABEAR. i wanna go to Vivo and...BUILD A BEAR! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03778" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/113/365720572_aa04ba4102_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03780" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/142/365720573_7b0779a7d8_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE THREE BEARS(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03784" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/365720577_477275acd0_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03781" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/120/365720576_9cc590dbab_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe. bears are like the cutest thing alive!! GAGAGA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03794" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/168/365720578_843ce307dc_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;floating~ market&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03805" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/99/365721555_52c44f9f80_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teak wood factory... the guy is super pro laaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03811" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/111/365721561_dc5c883054_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ the rose garden. ryan with the elephy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03825" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/134/365721562_cd53871fc3_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;PORK&lt;/s&gt; BELLIES @ the big C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="DSC03834" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/107/365721563_82ccc2fd32_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHE! i think thats like enough for the day! i still have bout 51848515874851 more to upload. ahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TBEAR, i know what to get for you already. AHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;VALENTINES' DAY IS COMING SOOOOOOOOOOON. &lt;s&gt;i wanna go out&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;with....... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-116946153281666148?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/116946153281666148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/116946153281666148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116946153281666148' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/157/365718327_7779a7b2c2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-116945697662557256</id><published>2007-01-22T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T17:19:16.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tell me that we belong together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/eRS_4ifY-U/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/eRS_4ifY-U/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really really really sweet song(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Stop me and steal my breath&lt;br /&gt;And emeralds from mountains thrust towards the sky&lt;br /&gt;Never revealing their depth&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that we belong together&lt;br /&gt;Dress it up with the trappings of love&lt;br /&gt;I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips&lt;br /&gt;Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your cryin' shoulder&lt;br /&gt;I'll be love's suicide&lt;br /&gt;I'll be better when I'm older&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the greatest fan of your life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to create our own marriage vow thingy for CME today. AHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"....in sickness and in &lt;s&gt;hell&lt;/s&gt;! :X "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Heng or smtg came over and tapped on my table, "your fave topic- marriage!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School didn't start off well for me. WALAU! Stupid pink highlighter stained my....pencil box! It was dripping..okay, maybe not dripping but it was still bad. I've got pink stains on my palm which some thought was blood. I had to be very careful not to get those pink stains onto my face you know! Ahhhhh, monday pinkSSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SUAY SUAY kena&lt;/em&gt; called to share some English article, totally caught me unaware. I DID A TOPIC ON RAIN! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: *stands up slowly then whispers to Ali* can i talk bout Rain? -SMILES&lt;br /&gt;*rattles on...........stopped after a few sentences*&lt;br /&gt;MDMYEO: why do you like Rain?&lt;br /&gt;CORN: cos he eats kimchi.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MDMYEO: what is it that you like bout him?&lt;br /&gt;ME: OH...&lt;br /&gt;after saying 'OH', G started laughing at me. FUNNY AH?&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to end the whole report thing by squinting my eyes and giving her a cutesy smile. AHAH! but i didn't la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I...........oh nevermind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-116945697662557256?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/116945697662557256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/116945697662557256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116945697662557256' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-116937383887024547</id><published>2007-01-21T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T18:35:30.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;God said "patience dear, patience".&lt;/span&gt;&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;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/06cVLcBXgS/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/06cVLcBXgS/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sizzling &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;! Sigh, i'm gonna miss Rain's concert which is on tonight!):&lt;br /&gt;G, you promised! Next time, we'll fly to HK for his world tour. Its so much cheaper there(: Girlfriend is still the best &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna restart the comp now. Joseph! Your CD doesn't work la. Or maybe its my comp :x&lt;br /&gt;But still, thanks alot. You're joking when you said you bought the same phone again just cos i asked for the CD right???&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna install Adobe Photoshop too! AHAHA (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trying....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDITED 6.14PM&lt;br /&gt;YAY! THANK GOD :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;/EDITED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAIN...................... *shakes head in disappointment*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-116937383887024547?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/116937383887024547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/116937383887024547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116937383887024547' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-116937176090324309</id><published>2007-01-21T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T17:29:20.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are why i love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you could care less bout this friendship or maybe you just don't have the courage to...face me? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And it hurts to know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Silence + waiting= heartbreak.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had &lt;em&gt;normal&lt;/em&gt; prata for breakfast with the cell today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Marcus: who wants egg prata raise up your hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me: uh? i don't want egg. i want the normal one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Marcus: you tell the uncle you want normal prata see if he understand or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.O  I think he will understand! Cos normal is plain? Errr.. AHA. KOSONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note to self,&lt;/strong&gt; remember to make the prayer hand thingy for cell &amp; collect money from members!&lt;br /&gt;Marcus calls me a loanshark. walau, its treasurer okay! i've got class(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;A stray dog followed us home after we alighted at the bus stop. I wanna bring her home. She looks really cute, like a soft toy, when she frowns la. I wannnnnt....! She keeps smelling my jeans and people thought she's ours! Hehe. Like wait at the bus stop for us then go home together. Went home and back down again to bring food for her and found her waiting. (:&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye doggy, see you again. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna meet up with Charmaine, Mic Chan, Marshela &amp; Marshely, Valentine, Dawn and Dan some time &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SOON&lt;/span&gt; after almost four years! But i saw Dan like just last year. Haha, my BUILDABEAR! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, misses &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Here I stand&lt;br /&gt;So inspired&lt;br /&gt;To&lt;strong&gt; take your hand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And never take for granted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-116937176090324309?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/116937176090324309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/116937176090324309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116937176090324309' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-116928827686314355</id><published>2007-01-20T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T18:19:38.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Make me or break me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silent treatment makes us feel like outcasts. It is unbearable because inside all of us is the need and desire to be noticed. When people notice us, we feel special, important, significant, and alive. That's why the silent treatment is so manipulative, because we'll do anything for our friends to pay attention to us, let alone talk to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I felt like this last night. Its so hurting...really really hurting. :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;There's an old saying that goes, "if you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all." But sometimes not saying anything does no good. And when we purposely say nothing out of spite, manipulation, or control, it erodes and eats away at our friendship until all that's left is an empty shell.&lt;br /&gt;When it comes down to it, the choice is up to us what kind of girlfriendship we want. It we want our friendships to flourish and last, then we have to say something. We've got to resist keeping our mouths closed and allowing manipulation or control to rule our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True girlfriendship? The choice is ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I guess for me the main thing that i've learned through life is that to build a friendship that's worth having, you need to work on it. You have to put time and energy into it. You have to invest your heart into the friendship. Sometimes you even have to fight hard to save the friendship, but &lt;strong&gt;the rewards are priceless&lt;/strong&gt;. What you have at the end is a friend you can rely on to be there for you through the good times and the bad." -SARAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That's what i'm doing. Trying really hard but....oh manda, hang in there! ".....the rewards are priceless." FIGHT HARD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best friendships don't just happen. They take time and commitment. They take guts and hard work. They happen on purpose, not by chance.&lt;br /&gt;A famous proverb says, "One can put a thousand to flight, but two can put ten thousand to flight." Friendship is powerful, a formidable force on the planet. It's God's way of making life a rich experience. The opportunity to embrace and be embraced by a fellow pilgrim on the journey of life is the opportunity most girls dream of. Treasure it. Believe in its worth. Make it last a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"Let the soul be assured that somewhere in the universe it should rejoin its &lt;strong&gt;friend&lt;/strong&gt;, and it would be content and &lt;strong&gt;cheerful &lt;/strong&gt;alone for a thousand years."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RALPH WALDO EMERSON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;girlfriendship&lt;/em&gt; sure came in handy. Thanks Daddy(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-116928827686314355?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/116928827686314355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/116928827686314355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116928827686314355' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-116920281398199870</id><published>2007-01-19T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T18:33:33.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2075/3585/1600/313066/hehe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2075/3585/200/316544/hehe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHE!&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I feel really really happy whenever i managed to make someone smile. The feeling is indescribable.&lt;br /&gt;Simply shiok! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-116920281398199870?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/116920281398199870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/116920281398199870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116920281398199870' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-116920130349446430</id><published>2007-01-19T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T18:13:54.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;look at how she's got you jealous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sure its her.&lt;/em&gt; Funny how some people do stuff on purpose just to make you feel disgusted. Somehow they feel a sense of achievement or statisfaction, whatever it is, just to see that expression.&lt;br /&gt;I could care less. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And so it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/ExHDWdEKEl/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/ExHDWdEKEl/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MAN UP(Omarion ft Rain)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know it's hard but&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;play your part boy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;where's your heart at?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fight for what you want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain's prominence make slitty-eyed men sexy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Thanks G for your company today. Doing crazy stuff like mixing sauces, walking around Cold Storage just for the fun of it, laughing at cards and soft toys causing the lady at the corner to stare at us! Stop being so random and i can give you a CNY card for V's Day if you want(;&lt;br /&gt;Fondue party soon, yah!? I can't wait...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Ali, table partner for spilling the whole bottle of water onto your table! I didn't do it on purpose...just that Kel &amp; G tickled me and i got a shocked(you know how afraid i am) that i knocked over my bottle! I'm such a klutz ):&lt;br /&gt;Our reactions were really funny. We gasped before screaming together, running all over the place trying to find tissues. I asked for a spoon to scoop water off your table....and Kel started laughing at me. :Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much pressure from school, &lt;em&gt;yet&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I know many would kill me but still i have to say this. I want &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MORE&lt;/span&gt; math homework!!!&lt;br /&gt;Give me moreeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;Going to HOG tomorrow. Yay! Piggy, will you be there?(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is truly amazing. Corn is inviting his cousin to Serangoon Cell tonight. &amp; we're having movie day next friday. Invited Kel &amp; G along but i'm not sure if.........owell, pray, trust God and see it happen! And that someone....ahaha.. I'm just glad.&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day i acted like a blind mice and G led the way! Its really scary not knowing where you're going but i've learnt something... Trust! G, i think i must trust you more cos i was shouting and screaming 'CORRECT NOT!!!!!? WALAU...' almost everytime right?&lt;br /&gt;The same goes for Daddy God. Trust(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;So many are coming to me for help, advices and just to confide in. I'm feeling kinda stressed. Mmhmm, i don't mean you can't share with me your problems and all. Ahhhhhh. How should i put it? Sigh. Forget it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Help if you must manda, just don't carry their burdens.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Weird, i suddenly feel like breaking down... How come you're not there when i needed you?&lt;/span&gt; &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/37793496-116920130349446430?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/116920130349446430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/116920130349446430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116920130349446430' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-116911427031191187</id><published>2007-01-18T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T18:31:01.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;PS: Click screenshots to enlarge.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WO HAO BANG WORRRRRR~ :D *claps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2075/3585/1600/439524/MEDRAWINGPRO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2075/3585/200/497856/MEDRAWINGPRO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow i can't seem to draw the hair properly! Argggh. Nevermind. Next time!!!&lt;br /&gt;Who wanna have a drawing session with me? Helps to relieve stress you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp; Elmo! Mom which is also your mom says you have small eyes. Ahahaha. Which means she thinks you're cute la? Errrrrpppp errrrrppp erpppppppp... AHAHAHA! :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2075/3585/1600/488824/spasticdrawingbyG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2075/3585/200/520787/spasticdrawingbyG.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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2075/3585/1600/192043/inprogress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2075/3585/200/120121/inprogress.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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2075/3585/1600/654993/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2075/3585/200/840813/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why you draw a dot on the head? You damn racist la. AH BU NEH!~"&lt;br /&gt;"Aiya, ah bu neh got more things to add cos they wear alot of accessories."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2075/3585/1600/540113/waha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2075/3585/200/527556/waha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DITTO! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HweeShan! Was it you who waved to me when i'm on the bus? AHAHA. Was in the bus when i saw someone waved to me a couple of times from the main road. I didn't dare wave back in case it wasn't &lt;em&gt;for &lt;/em&gt;me... It happened alot of times to me already okay! Waved only to find out i wasn't the one. So i gave you an awkward wave after you waved to me like....five times? Really sorry eh :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a double take before i stepped into the toilet today and Mic was like 'correct la!'. I think i must cultivate this habit in case i enter the gents&lt;em&gt; again&lt;/em&gt;. :Z&lt;br /&gt;Owell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gf's PPG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;POWERPUFF SAVED THE DAY!&lt;br /&gt;FIGHTING CRIMES TRYING TO SAVE THE WORLD....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2075/3585/1600/269691/ppgbubbles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2075/3585/200/303988/ppgbubbles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-116911427031191187?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/116911427031191187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/116911427031191187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116911427031191187' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-116911182818656110</id><published>2007-01-18T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T17:20:24.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AHHHHHHHHH! *GAGAGA*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WECeu7mvQTg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WECeu7mvQTg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="320" height="300"&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/37793496-116911182818656110?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/116911182818656110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/116911182818656110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116911182818656110' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-116911066446982062</id><published>2007-01-18T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T17:26:25.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its the way that he makes you fall in love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its true that i really love guys with small eyes! I was telling Kel how cute Situ Bi is in the chinese show when she told me he has small eyes. &amp; i love Rain too(:&lt;br /&gt;When i found out Rain was on the cover of this week's edition of 8days i was practically screaming with...joy? Er, yes joy!&lt;br /&gt;Kept laughing to myself while ogling at his hot bod. He skipped like 2000times a day, you know! I also want. But i think i'd die before i even reach 200. X__X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ME: AHAHAHAHAHAHA! RAIN! RAIN! AHAHAHAHAHA :D AHHHH RAIN!!! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;MAID: Aiyo..AMANDA!&lt;br /&gt;ME: AHA. AHA. AHA. AHA. AHA. RAIN! :D&lt;br /&gt;GRANDPA: zuo ser merrrrr?&lt;br /&gt;ME: *pauses for awhile, stares at cover before laughing in a retarded manner* HA! HA! HA! AH!!! HA! HA! HA! AHHH! HA! HA! HA! AH! HA! HA! HA!&lt;br /&gt;DAD: why laugh until like that?!&lt;br /&gt;ME: Maamee, don't bend the cover when you read okay? i want it in tiptop condition *beams* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;MOM: -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron says my chinese name in canto is Lam Lai Man! AHAHAHA! Funny isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Corn thinks it sounds like &lt;em&gt;lai ang&lt;/em&gt; so he started calling me menstruation!):  That ungrateful chap!&lt;br /&gt;(!#$%*^*&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;Whats&lt;em&gt; your&lt;/em&gt; chinese name!!!? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Da jia hao wo shi lin li wen.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JAJAJAJAJAJAJA WOR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got it! I got it! I got it! I got the key pendant i always wanted! YAHOOOOOO HOOOOO HOOOO HOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;One thing i must really thank God for, i got two of it for the price of one! Maybe God knows... I didn't wanna buy and regret later and i thought maybe i should just check out &lt;s&gt;the whole of singapore&lt;/s&gt; elsewhere and see if i can get it cheaper. Man, i sound like an auntie. :X&lt;br /&gt;AHA!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know its double chains. i found it kinda ugly even though the shop assistant told me its the IN thing now. Like who cares so i asked her to separate the two chains for me and i only had to pay for an extra dollar for the hook. So TADAH~! So i've got two chains and three pendants in total for just 21bucks!&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling truly happy now(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOLALA~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-116911066446982062?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/116911066446982062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/116911066446982062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116911066446982062' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37793496.post-116902654733759661</id><published>2007-01-17T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T17:39:19.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2075/3585/1600/473797/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2075/3585/200/253613/untitled.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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da jia hao wor! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And yes I dreamt of you too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese lesson was so bad at one point i felt like screaming and just break down... We had to do two reflections using the newspapers and i had to freaking trouble people to help translate for me. I can't read!!! So i chose to do entertainment news(which was much easier) but teacher said CANNOT! argggggh *slaps self*&lt;br /&gt;Aaron had to tell him that i can't really read so he replied something like 'okay. you start from easy and slowly build up'. i feel so &lt;em&gt;zi bei lo&lt;/em&gt;. Eh, did i use it correctly? I'm gonna turn into a cheena freak. &lt;strong&gt;MUST.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New CME teacher totally gave up on us and went to complain to the HOD.&lt;br /&gt;HOD came in and started ranting at us. was laughing all the way even when she scolded us.&lt;br /&gt;She called us monsters... :'(&lt;br /&gt;Could tell she was controlling her laughter. 4C is super nonsense. ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Bingcheng reminded class of how we were really naughty from the start of sec1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'that's your class glory...' - Mdm Chow or something.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;form teacher used a soccer ball to hit his head twice. class couldn't start laughing and ask him to do it again. it was so funny, i tell you!&lt;br /&gt;history teacher went berserk and locked all of us in the classroom without much oxygen, kinda strangled fellow classmate and pushed him to the ground? she threw someone's shoe out of the window from the 2nd floor. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;crazy crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'M SORRY! Really am... :Z&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Lunched with G. No Ichigo Bliss today. Tomorrow! Tomorrow! :)&lt;br /&gt;MOS is calling us already!!!! Hehe. I suggested buying a box of Mochi again. But i'm sure we'll feel sick with too much glutinous covering, flour plus ice cream inside our stomachs right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out today after like a year...that HweeShan isn't what i thought she is. I mean...i always thought HweeShan is that person and that person is HweeShan.. aha&lt;br /&gt;So when she came up to me today i was wondering who the poot is she :x&lt;br /&gt;until she said her name. I got a shock.... cos i thought!!! AHAHAHAHAHA. i feel so dumb :Z&lt;br /&gt;and her friend said hi and asked me to tag her blog. why are juniors always so friendly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to realise, i'm never friendly to friend's friends before unless i'm.... high? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;KNIFE WOMAN! KNIFE WOMAN! KNIFE KNIFE WOMAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;move along wor! :D&lt;br /&gt;JAJAJAJAJAJAJA! so funny. :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOULD WE?! *vexed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m-e-o-w :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37793496-116902654733759661?l=nostringsattached-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/116902654733759661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37793496/posts/default/116902654733759661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostringsattached-.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116902654733759661' title=''/><author><name>She's a Mystery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11873177722393335559</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
