<?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-9872385</id><updated>2011-08-03T03:15:50.472+08:00</updated><category term='don&apos;t worry'/><category term='true love(:'/><category term=':D'/><category term='EMO thoughts and feelings'/><category term='be happy :D'/><category term='Lyrics(:'/><category term='Mr Teo&apos;s wedding'/><category term='CFN:D'/><category term='the glitz and glamour :D'/><category term='NOT anorexic :D'/><category term='pissed'/><category term='slipped away .'/><category term='my silly girlfriends (;'/><category term='the secret :D'/><title type='text'>glimpses of my life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>219</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-5538914507214880344</id><published>2009-07-03T20:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T20:20:29.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHIFTED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HI LOVELIES, THIS IS MY 234TH POST, LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I HAVE SWITCHED TO WORDPRESS, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://littlemissgin.wordpress.com"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HTTP://LITTLEMISSGIN.WORDPRESS.COM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;, please edit your links! TY! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-5538914507214880344?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/5538914507214880344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=5538914507214880344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/5538914507214880344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/5538914507214880344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2009/07/shifted.html' title='SHIFTED!'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-6277604839989365711</id><published>2009-06-26T16:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T16:27:21.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damsel In Distress</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It's disheartening that you've become not my pursued passion, but rather an energy-draining enigma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Go on, drain more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Take all my cells away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Leave none for the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No matter how you twist and turn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I won't admit defeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;LOOK, is what you do to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&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/9872385-6277604839989365711?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/6277604839989365711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=6277604839989365711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/6277604839989365711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/6277604839989365711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2009/06/damsel-in-distress.html' title='Damsel In Distress'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-575569381825619795</id><published>2009-06-22T19:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T19:25:17.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WORDPRESS</title><content type='html'>HI PEOPLE, I KNOW IT HAS BEEN A GAZILLION YEARS SINCE I'VE BLOGGED.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JUNE'S BEEN REALLLLLLLLLLLLLLYYYYYYYYY HECTIC FOR ME! )):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'VE JUST FINISHED MY EOM (TO BE PRECISE, IT'S BATHING YUKI AFTER EOM, HAHA) SO I DECIDED TO TAKE A BREAK BEFORE DINNER :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU KNOW WHAT, I FEEL LIKE SWITCHING TO WORDPRESS. CAUSE WORDPRESS ALLOWS YOU TO LOCK POSTS! COOL UH? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL, IT'S AN IRONY THAT I'M PROMOTING WORDPRESS ON BLOGGER. OH WELL, DON'T HIT ME! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WILL UPDATE YOU AFTER MY MIDYEAR )))))))))))):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOTTA STUDY FOR THE S&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HORT&lt;/span&gt; LABORIOUS PAPERS, SEE YOU GUYS SOON.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WISHLIST:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. MOE TO EXTEND THE SCHOOL HOLIDAYS! Like HELLO? BUTTERFACTORY, City Harvest, NUS have H1N1 cases now, and they are hotspots (NUS?)! SO EXTEND EXTEND EXTEND!~ please? you are so&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kind&lt;/span&gt;, please?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. 3 JULY TO FASTER ARRIVE! (actually it's 27 june first, but oh well :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. MISS TANG'S APPEAL FOR CFN TO BE POSTPONED TO BE APPROVED! such a pity la, VP. CFN is like DA event of the year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. ERM, to have my dinner now cause i'm starving? (-.-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THAT'S ALL HUNNY BUNNIES :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-575569381825619795?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/575569381825619795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=575569381825619795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/575569381825619795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/575569381825619795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2009/06/wordpress.html' title='WORDPRESS'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-4336674233684663838</id><published>2009-05-20T10:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T16:55:44.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gerald &amp; Gudrun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A heart can be broken, but it keeps beating just the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A broken heart can be mended, but it will no longer be the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For you to mend someone's heart, that person must first be willing to undergo the healing process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If that heart is tightly shut, it's no way you can mend that heart, no matter how good you are at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The same principle occurs in Women In Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birkin says that, 'no man cuts another man's throat unless he wants to cut it, and unless the other man wants it cut.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He went on to say that 'it takes two people to make a murder: a murderer and a murderee.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A murderee is a man who is murderable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This in parallel to Gerald and Gudrun's relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although Gerald tries very hard to pursue Gudrun, it's just a one-sided affair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unless Gudrun opens her heart to Gerald, (or to anyone at all), this relationship will not work out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gudrun is too self-protective, and defensive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She would rather give up the one she loves, the good-looking one, for an ugly dwarf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason is simple: she does not want to be manipulated and controlled by the ever-possessive Gerald.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In response to Birkin, here's Gerald's reply:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes you talk pure nonsense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ironic, uh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-4336674233684663838?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/4336674233684663838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=4336674233684663838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/4336674233684663838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/4336674233684663838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2009/05/gerald-gudrun.html' title='Gerald &amp; Gudrun'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-5678537745928808224</id><published>2009-05-17T00:18:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T01:17:57.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO, WE EXIST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SBWVy8zEg6k/Sg7nuCvVsbI/AAAAAAAAAC0/47bsfxYQV-Q/s320/daisy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336457386676040114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SBWVy8zEg6k/Sg7nuSU0aTI/AAAAAAAAAC8/sGlTpDs29ZA/s1600-h/DSC07838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SBWVy8zEg6k/Sg7nuSU0aTI/AAAAAAAAAC8/sGlTpDs29ZA/s320/DSC07838.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336457390859774258" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello, we are the beautiful daisies that symbolize purity and innocence. Epitomizing child-like joy and playfulness, the Daisy captures the essence of spring's happy-go-lucky and forever-young attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SBWVy8zEg6k/Sg7skeFq6rI/AAAAAAAAADc/Y4HITUfM7ts/s1600-h/Daisies+mosaic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SBWVy8zEg6k/Sg7skeFq6rI/AAAAAAAAADc/Y4HITUfM7ts/s320/Daisies+mosaic.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336462719776910002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just look at how versatile we are, coming in all vibrant colours! Find different shades of pink, orange, yellow and even the most famous white daisies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heartbroken Victorian young women who wished to be loved once again by their suitors began a custom using the daisy, that is still in use today. In Victorian times, a young maiden would pluck a daisy's petals one by one and sing, "He loves me, he loves me not," for each petal pulled. The last petal so plucked predicted the future of such love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(Taken from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;http://www.hudsonvalleyweddings.com/guide/flowers.htm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See, It's not ROSES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SBWVy8zEg6k/Sg7pgJgldtI/AAAAAAAAADM/S8UCswseiUo/s320/daffodils-737979.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336459346998294226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Hi, we are the Daffodils. Symbolizing rebirth and new beginnings, particularly when presented in an abundant bouquet, we promise happiness and joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SBWVy8zEg6k/Sg7sYvI0gFI/AAAAAAAAADU/aUY9hgQ42UA/s320/Lavender.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336462518195093586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Look what elegance and sophistication we exude! Not only do we look pretty, we bring benefits to you, especially the calming and soothing effect that rejuvenates you when you are stressed out. Try Lavender essential oil or Lavender tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;My dear Li Ting, this photo is dedicated to you! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They exist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And many more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are thousands of species of flowers which is also part of Mother Nature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are many other species which are as classy and appealing as the roses (if not more.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The appeal that I'm trying to make here is: take your eyes off the roses and acknowledge the existence of, or even better, appreciate the exquisite beauty of the other flowers. (like daisies!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My observation, supported by a survey and many other observations of my friends, is that the masses of Singaporeans only recognize one kind of flower - The Rose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who doesn't know that the roses are the symbol of love, affection, loyalty..etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the sad thing is, nowadays the beauty of the roses is undermined by the over-commercialization of this particular species.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Admit it, those tightly-held bouquets in palms of girls and women you see on the streets, how many of them are NOT roses?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: normal; "&gt;I'm definitely not saying that roses are ugly or overrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: normal; "&gt;I like them too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: normal; "&gt;I find it interesting that different colours of roses have different meanings, especially when the arrangement of roses alters the entire meaning of the bouquet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: normal; "&gt;I'm just saying that there are more than one species of flowers that represent love, and that roses are practically overused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: normal; "&gt;Tulips are the symbol of love as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: normal; "&gt;So guys and girls, ladies and gentlemen, don't ignore the existence of other flowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;They are equally beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Discard originality and the cliche way of expressing your love; be creative and surprise your loved ones by giving them a different bouquet this year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Citations:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;http://www.teleflora.com/birthflowers.asp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v325/PRRR1166/Lavender.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;http://playingintraffic.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/daffodils-737979.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;http://farm1.static.flickr.com/185/466080453_f8ff9c00c3.jpg?v=0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-5678537745928808224?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/5678537745928808224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=5678537745928808224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/5678537745928808224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/5678537745928808224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-we-exist.html' title='HELLO, WE EXIST'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_SBWVy8zEg6k/Sg7nuCvVsbI/AAAAAAAAAC0/47bsfxYQV-Q/s72-c/daisy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-6817678831541428552</id><published>2009-05-14T20:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T20:51:23.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iForgive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what a waste of my time and energy on despicable people. I will forgive you. I will take it as giving it to a girl who's from a really poor family. Sorry Aunt Jamie, I didn't take good care of your gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"how silly of you to get angry over a pair of slippers."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's not just a pair of slippers, by the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-6817678831541428552?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/6817678831541428552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=6817678831541428552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/6817678831541428552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/6817678831541428552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2009/05/iforgive.html' title='iForgive'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-3927346834915909856</id><published>2009-05-14T19:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T19:45:29.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UTTERLY DESPICABLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Her eyes narrowed into angry slits. Her fingers trembled with the force of an uncontrollable fury coursing through her reins. She was seething with rage. Her breathing laboured as she fought to control her escalating temper. If words could kill, he would have died a thousand times over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have not been so incensed for a long, long while. You make sure I don't find out who you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such a despicable act! There are so many slippers outside, why steal my favourite?! IF YOU CANNOT AFFORD SUCH A BRAND, THEN DON'T WEAR IT! IF YOU REALLY LIKE THE BRAND AND THE DESIGN OF THAT PAIR OF SLIPPERS, THEN GET A PART-TIME JOB TO EARN IT! I'M SURE YOU WILL BE ABLE TO AFFORD IT BY THE END OF ONE MONTH WORKING AT MACDONALDS! OH, TWO WEEKS EVEN! YOU ARE SUCH A WHOREFACE; MY AUNT BOUGHT IT FROM AUSTRALIA! YOU ARE SUCH AN INCORRIGIBLE MOUSE; I ONLY WORE IT FOR THREE FREAKING TIMES. YOU ARE SUCH A LOSER, SUCH A DISGRACE. I REALLY LOOK DOWN ON YOU. I'M NOT SURE IF ALL OUR SHOES HAVE BEEN STOLEN BY YOU. CAUSE THIS IS NOT THE FIRST TIME! YOU ARE SUCH AN ASSHOLE, YOUR FAMILY AND FRIENDS WILL BE ASHAMED TO BE EVEN BE IN YOUR EXISTENCE. WHERE ARE YOUR FREAKING MORAL VALUES!? YOU SHOULDN'T EVEN STEAL A PIECE OF TISSUE PAPER, LET ALONE MY BLOODY SLIPPERS!!!!!!!!! SUCH HEINOUS AND UNCIVLISED ACT! I'M SO APPALLED THAT PEOPLE WOULD WANT TO STEAL A PAIR OF BILLABONG SLIPPERS! IT'S BECAUSE YOU THAT I HAVE TO LET IT ALL OUT HERE TO GET IN OUT OF MY SYSTEM BEFORE I CAN START ON MY TUTORIALS BECAUSE IT AFFECTS MY PERFORMANCE AND ANGER AFFECTS MY INTELLECTUAL ABILITY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you may think that i'm mad. you may label me as feisty, or even making a hole out of a molehill. i don't really care. you'll never understand a person unless you crawl into his skin and walk around in it. try losing something valuable to you. try losing something you love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-3927346834915909856?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/3927346834915909856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=3927346834915909856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/3927346834915909856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/3927346834915909856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2009/05/utterly-despicable.html' title='UTTERLY DESPICABLE'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-2848527638389110983</id><published>2009-04-24T18:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T19:06:38.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resurrection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SBWVy8zEg6k/SfGUbSWhPmI/AAAAAAAAACs/zpW_CDNoWHE/s1600-h/Viva-La-Nature-5-(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SBWVy8zEg6k/SfGUbSWhPmI/AAAAAAAAACs/zpW_CDNoWHE/s320/Viva-La-Nature-5-(3).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328203030659677794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I hope it's not an illusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know about my vow to not waste time, but I've just reached home from school and am using my rest time to blog. Moreover, I need to let my emotions out. So I'm NOT wasting precious time :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My day started off rather gloomy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was even cursing (not swearing), it's supposed to be TGIF!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But with Johanna's consistent assurance and Li Ting's occasional pats on my shoulder, I got over it towards the end of school which was like.. 1pm (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh and, Bella and I both found high solidarity in each other!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks girls! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And not forgetting dearest Yu Xuan and Wan Lin, esp. WAN, for their unfailing support! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I then began my second-half of the day with the much-loved MAY KOH(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Together with Cindy &amp;amp; Huisian, we were discussing about the new strategies to add to their campaign besides their pathetic poster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And with Sylvia, we ______ over lunch. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May and I found some time to study together and I know it would be shocking to hear this, but...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;STUDYING WITH MAY KOH IS RATHER PRODUCTIVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we didn't talk at all until the end of the rather-short study session. And I understood the concept of finding the different types of asymptotes on my own! YAY! Haha :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However, May had her virgin attempt at getting me back to reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were listening to the classical version of "When You're Gone" played by Idk-who.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(we have a piano in our foyer, i remembered mentioning that.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And just as I was beginning to take a walk down memory lane, Marvellous May brought me back with a "OI! Don't emo!" and a flick of her wrist :D :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was really taken aback for a moment, cause no one has ever caught me offguard like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHA :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I really have to thank her, if not I would have wasted my time dwelling on the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THANK YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh by the way, a vow that I made recently was to not waste time on negative emotions. As you may already know, I tend to get emotional rather easily. HAHA. I hope I can achieve it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Cause Life's too short for me to waste time on the sad, the ugly and the over :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Time, at present, is a precious gem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TGIF, TGITW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I still have 12 tasks on my "Weekend Work" list to be checked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's worse it's that it's CA MADNESS next week, despite the-3-and-the-half-day-long week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh well, It was a decision made by me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am going make the best out of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have a great weekend :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S. I love Miss Ong a lot! We are CAROLING! :D :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A dream come true, can't be more grateful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Go out and do your best. There's nothing more we can ask for." - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brother Paul Rog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I have finally walked out of it; I got myself back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-2848527638389110983?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/2848527638389110983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=2848527638389110983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/2848527638389110983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/2848527638389110983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2009/04/resurrection.html' title='Resurrection'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_SBWVy8zEg6k/SfGUbSWhPmI/AAAAAAAAACs/zpW_CDNoWHE/s72-c/Viva-La-Nature-5-(3).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-126572191076235668</id><published>2009-04-20T19:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T19:46:40.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;Friends will come and friends will go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The seasons change and it will show,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will age and so will you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But our friendship stays, strong and true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Anonymous -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Indeed, friends have come and friends have gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our paths have crossed, but will no longer intersect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The good, the bad, the ugly, the sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of which will leave footprints in your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yet only the strongest will weather storms and stand by you at the end of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Standing by,&lt;br /&gt;All the way.&lt;br /&gt;Here to help you through your day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding you up,&lt;br /&gt;When you are weak,&lt;br /&gt;Helping you find what it is you seek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catching your tears,&lt;br /&gt;When you cry.&lt;br /&gt;Pulling you through when the tide is high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just being there,&lt;br /&gt;Through thick and thin,&lt;br /&gt;All just to say, you are my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Brittani Kokko -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That is my definition of a friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No time to dwell on the past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No time for wallowing in remorse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stand up strong, you must&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Move on, you must&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reminiscenes forged in the past, never forgone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-126572191076235668?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/126572191076235668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=126572191076235668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/126572191076235668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/126572191076235668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2009/04/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-7760812574336439082</id><published>2009-04-18T17:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T17:08:06.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Saturday.</title><content type='html'>It's a happy Friday and Saturday, for I finally had the chance to take afternoon nap after so long..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not exactly in a good mood still ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My stupid nose keeps irritating me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, that's all I have to say. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know my life's boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My purpose is to not stop at the previous post, the one that was so emotional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh by the way, we have only about 20 weeks to Promos. Isn't it scary?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started telling everyone about it and haha, I've got them to freak out with me. Evil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, off I go, Econs &amp;amp; Maths CA next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;5 Weeks to Mid-year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;20 Weeks to Promos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jiayou! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-7760812574336439082?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/7760812574336439082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=7760812574336439082&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/7760812574336439082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/7760812574336439082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-saturday.html' title='Happy Saturday.'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-7426001818055939126</id><published>2009-04-10T14:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T15:56:40.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Education, your right?</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer: The author has no intention of relating this post to anyone in Catholic Junior College.&lt;div&gt;Though overwhelmed by angst, she is rational at the point of typing this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the social effects of the One-Child Policy is that of benefits of female children. Many are beginning to be more open-minded and not stick to the traditional mindset of gender preference for boys. However, many girls in the rural regions such as Tibet are still deprived of education as educational opportunities are deemed as the prerogative of boys. Till today, girls of Tibet are still made to do tedious and laborious chores because the male Tibetans OFTEN do not have to lift a finger at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not immersed in the articles of One-Child Policy, CSE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not going crazy because of the rather-manageable workload of China Studies in English.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not typing all this to preach about what I have learnt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM VERY UPSET.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am very upset that there are still people who take education for granted, regard education as a matter-of-fact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just look at the statistics. 90% of the children who are not schooling (as of a certain year which i am not sure of) are girls from rural regions!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you realise how fortunate you are, receiving a full-fledged education right here in Singapore?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are your female counterparts whom many are of the same age as us, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;DEPRIVED&lt;/span&gt; of an education!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet here you are, taking your education for granted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A miracle has happened, and a second chance have been given to you, why don't you repent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your family and friends are truly concerned about you and your parents have given EVERYTHING you need to aid you in catching up with your peers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet you chose to go against their wishes and commit countless mistakes to break their hearts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not trying to portray an image of goody-two shoes, but I can tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I take pride in saying that I have not and will not take my education for granted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I do whine and complain about workload, and in some mornings dread going to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But never have I, taken a heck-care attitude towards my education.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel useless for not being about to render any form of help to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't bear the sight of watching you waste your youth away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pardon me for my selfishness to stay away and not intervene, for the lack of determination to bring you back on right track.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will always be in my prayers, and I will be here, waiting for you to come home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Repent, my dear, before it's too late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-7426001818055939126?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/7426001818055939126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=7426001818055939126&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/7426001818055939126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/7426001818055939126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2009/04/education-your-right.html' title='Education, your right?'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-3825811061406479617</id><published>2009-04-09T17:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T17:50:31.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OPEN!</title><content type='html'>It's been 12 days since my "last post" and barely a week since I have 'closed' my blog.&lt;div&gt;Yes, I know (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for some confidential (or is it unknown?) reasons, I have decided to blog again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably just because I've 'closed' in the spur of the moment or simply because I'm just too happy today! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am elated because:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) It's the Holy week and I've done self-reflection and made a vow to treat someone better (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) It's the Holy weekend which means more time for revision, rest &amp;amp; reprieve!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) I get to see my darling boy after this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course, Today's been totally awesome! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It started off with religion &amp;amp; ethnics, where I was very entertained by Mr Ho's lame jokes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next came PE. Despite the ever-strenuous regime that cjcians have to go through during PT, I actually enjoyed sweating it all out and keeping fit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Look what 'working off' the adrenaline does, haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only had three proper lessons today, enough information for self-explanatory? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And not to mention I went home with a happy May, a normal Hui Sian and a totally-exhausted Cindy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not least, Yati knows why (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I've been having a sudden craving for sushi since wednesday morning and am feeling almost-euphoric that I'm going for a sushi buffet tomorrow because I feel like I can devour 12 plates at one go! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.P.S. I'm not bulimic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great Good Friday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-3825811061406479617?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/3825811061406479617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=3825811061406479617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/3825811061406479617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/3825811061406479617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2009/04/open.html' title='OPEN!'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-8651180233623427778</id><published>2009-04-06T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:56:00.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CLOSED.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;BLOG OFFICIALLY CLOSED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-8651180233623427778?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/8651180233623427778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=8651180233623427778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/8651180233623427778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/8651180233623427778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2009/04/closed.html' title='CLOSED.'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-7844024709131709551</id><published>2009-03-28T20:15:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T20:59:47.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Last Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Hi all, This is my last post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Not that I'm dying, lol. Just that, I suddenly realised there isn't a need for me to blog anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;For some reason or another, I find that it's meaningless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I've been on it for 5 years, and realised that maybe, just maybe, I should take a break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I might decide to reopen it when I see the need to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;So, haha, you guys have till 4 April to leave your last words on my tagboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;After that, you still have the wall on Facebook to 'doodle' on, so you'll still get a glimpse of my life through facebook! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;For this very special last post of mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I have decided to share a rather nice song with everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v-KsVMH-jfgBo"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;It's At The Beginning by Donna Lewis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Here are the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;At The Beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We were strangers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Starting out on a journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Never dreaming &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What we had to go through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Now here we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;And I'm suddenly standing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;At the beginning with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;No one told me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I was going to find you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Unexpected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What you did to my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;When I lost hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;You were there to remind me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Life is a road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I want to keep going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Love is a river I want to keep flowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Life is a road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Now and forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Wonderful journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;when the world stops turning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;when the song is through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;In the end I want to be standing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;At the beginning with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We were strangers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;On a crazy adventure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Never dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;How our dreams would come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Now here we stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Unafraid of the future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;At the beginning with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I knew there was somebody somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Like me alone in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Now I know my dream will live on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I've been waiting so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nothing's gonna tear us apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Life is a road and I wanna keep going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Love is a river I wanna keep going..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Starting out on a journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Life is a road and I wanna keep going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Love is a river I wanna keep flowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;In the end I wanna be standing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;At the beginning.. with you.. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thank you for your unfailing support, really appreciate it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-7844024709131709551?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/7844024709131709551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=7844024709131709551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/7844024709131709551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/7844024709131709551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-last-post.html' title='My Last Post'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-4949305969844999365</id><published>2009-03-22T10:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T11:09:39.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marley &amp; Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SBWVy8zEg6k/ScWpjg1TW3I/AAAAAAAAACM/Fi7DLDo7g-0/s1600-h/marley_a_me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SBWVy8zEg6k/ScWpjg1TW3I/AAAAAAAAACM/Fi7DLDo7g-0/s320/marley_a_me.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315841362754755442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;awww..&lt;div&gt;If not for those dreadful lit texts that I have to read, I would have bought the book!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a wonder why I can finish my books in two days but yet can't progress with my lit texts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;argh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I enjoyed the movie 'Marley &amp;amp; Me' tremendously with my girlfriends @ Orchard Cineleisure on tuesday :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Letting out my frustration through immense sobbing in the theatre and catching up with the girls kept me sane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been a really lazy girl in the second half of the March holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was really hardworking in the first half, but slacked after wednesday! D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So God punished me by asking the flu bug to sting me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a result, I haven't completed my holiday assignments ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry teachers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I have to try my best to clear all that work by 5pm so that I can go out and enjoy my last few hours of holiday! ciao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"It's time to smile again." (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-4949305969844999365?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/4949305969844999365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=4949305969844999365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/4949305969844999365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/4949305969844999365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2009/03/marley-me.html' title='Marley &amp; Me'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_SBWVy8zEg6k/ScWpjg1TW3I/AAAAAAAAACM/Fi7DLDo7g-0/s72-c/marley_a_me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-7426745703405048571</id><published>2009-03-08T16:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T16:42:42.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>repressed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shaken, not stirred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm fine, very okay, super alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All thanks to my very encouraging friends and all who tagged on my board (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently studying for my CA next week and undergoing stress because of my CCA, literature, and yada..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that explains the fluctuating mood swings of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday was the best day I've ever had since 2 Feb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went back to my darling kss to pass Miss Leong the board xuanyu &amp;amp; i had done for the alumni booth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, this isn't the main point, but, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met up with almost everyone! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surprisingly and coincidentally,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my class clique &amp;amp; my choir clique were there too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I expected wanlin and gang to be there, but the choir bimbos + tianjun &amp;amp; co really surprised me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kept juggling between the canteen and the ava room because I just have so much things to tell everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I didn't get to catch a movie with wanlin &amp;amp; gang, I had dinner with the choir people! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh lovely (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Danielle said it was a big reunion and I totally agree! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glad to be updated on what's going on in their lives cause at least i'm not missing out and still part of their lives!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really, totally, absolutely miss them a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thus, I have came up with the following can't-waits: [I can't wait to..]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) For this friday to come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) movie therapy, seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) GO OUT WITH WANLIN &amp;amp; GANG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) MEET UP WITH THE CHOIR BIMBOS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Watch K.Choir's SYF!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those people mentioned please kindly fulfill them for me, thanks (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alrighty, back to studying, bye..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;repressed, surpressed, compressed}&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/9872385-7426745703405048571?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/7426745703405048571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=7426745703405048571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/7426745703405048571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/7426745703405048571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2009/03/repressed.html' title='repressed'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-4879760762171446330</id><published>2009-03-02T19:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T19:17:53.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fighTing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shaken, NOT STIRRED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"WHEN YOUR HEART IS FILLED WITH ANGUISH,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOUR MIND IS CLOSED."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, my mind is open. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"SHE'S JUST LIKE THAT, GETTING BACK UP ON HER FEET EVERYTIME SHE FALLS, AND RISE UP STRONGER."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bruises will heal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. IN URGENT NEED OF MOVIE THERAPY! ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-4879760762171446330?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/4879760762171446330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=4879760762171446330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/4879760762171446330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/4879760762171446330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2009/03/fighting.html' title='fighTing!'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-2590055702147127476</id><published>2009-02-27T20:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T20:16:36.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rejecTed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IF ALL AIMS TO HURT YOUR PRIDE AND DAMAGE YOUR SELF-WORTH,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT WOULD YOU DO?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IF ALL THAT YOU HAVE RECEIVED IS REJECTION,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT WOULD YOU DO?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IF ALL YOU EVER WANTED WAS SOMETHING DECENT,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YET NO ONE WANTS TO PROVIDE,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT WOULD YOU DO?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SOLACE I FIND NONE,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;STRENGTH I YEARN SOME,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SEARCH BEGINS NOW,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SOLITUDE NEVER ENDS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I WOULD BE STRONG, "DUST MYSELF OFF, PICK MYSELF UP, AND BEGIN THE WORK OF REMAKING" MY CONFIDENCE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-2590055702147127476?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/2590055702147127476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=2590055702147127476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/2590055702147127476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/2590055702147127476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2009/02/rejected.html' title='rejecTed.'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-7622147486049345686</id><published>2009-02-23T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:44:46.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CJ MASS PE</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer: READ THE PREVIOUS POST'S DISCLAIMER (lazy la..) :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I SURVIVED CJ MASS PE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(OKAY, EVEN THOUGH I WAS HALF-DEAD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CJ MASS PE WAS HELL &amp;amp; I NEARLY PUKED OKAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ASK YUXUAN! HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I GAVE UP AFTER THE THIRTY JUMPING-JETS (OR JACKS? WHATEVER) BECAUSE I DIDN'T WANT TO DO THE GST. (GRAND STAND TORTURE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I RAN 6 ROUNDS THE TRACK, DID 20 PUSH-UPS, 30 CRUNCHES, 30 I-DONT-KNOW-WHAT-THAT-WAS-DOLPHIN-I-GUESS &amp;amp; 25 JUMPING-JETS WITHIN 45 MINUTES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WELL-DONE! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANOTHER MASS PE ON THURS -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAD LIT LECTURE AFTER PE &amp;amp; CAME ACROSS THIS LOVELY POEM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HERE IT GOES:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"THE TAXI"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amy Lowell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHEN I GO AWAY FROM YOU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE WORLD BEATS DEAD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LIKE A SLACKENED DRUM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I CALL OUT FOR YOU AGAINST THE JUTTED STARS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND SHOUT INTO THE RIDGES OF THE WIND.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;STREETS COMING FAST,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ONE AFTER THE OTHER,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WEDGE YOU AWAY FROM ME,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND THE LAMPS OF THE CITY PRICK MY EYES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO THAT I CAN NO LONGER SEE YOUR FACE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY SHOULD I LEAVE YOU,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TO WOUND MYSELF UPON THE SHARP EDGES OF THE NIGHT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ALRIGHT, GOING TO DO RESEARCH FOR MY PRE-U SEM PRESENTATION, WISH ME LUCK! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. YEE GIN IS FEELING HAPPY TO HAVE MET UP WITH HER CLIQUE ON SATURDAY NIGHT! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.P.S. SHE CAN'T WAIT FOR ANOTHER! HAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.P.P.S. YEE GIN WANTS TO WATCH 'HE'S JUST NOT THAT INTO YOU' and "MARLEY &amp;amp; ME"! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-7622147486049345686?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/7622147486049345686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=7622147486049345686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/7622147486049345686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/7622147486049345686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2009/02/cj-mass-pe.html' title='CJ MASS PE'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-6965134521189201331</id><published>2009-02-19T21:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:18:51.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CJ?</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer: THIS ENTIRE POST WILL BE IN CAPS, DUE TO MY INSANE KEYBOARD WHICH CHANGES ALL MY TS TO CAPS. SO IN ORDER NOT TO UGLIFY MY POST, ALL SHALL BE CAPS. I'M NOT AGITATED OR PISSED OFF OR WHATSOEVER.. FORGIVE MY TOUCHY KEYBOARD :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HI FOLKS, YOURS TRULY IS CURRENTLY RECOVERING FROM KRANJI-SICK, GETTING BETTER AT SETTLING INTO CJC (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DON'T WORRY, I WILL NOT GO TO THE EXTENT OF DEPRESSION, JUST OCCASIONAL UPHEAVAL OF FEELINGS. IT'S A BLESSING THAT CJ IS A VERY FUN SCHOOL WITH CARING PEOPLE. (IT REALLY DOES HELPS YOU KNOW..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE A CUP OF READY-TO-SERVE RIBENA AND COOKIES FROM THE CANTEEN TO CHEER ME UP, AND MY FAVOURITE CORNER IN THE SCHOOL IS THE STUDY AREA OUTSIDE THE LIBRARY. IT'S CONDUCIVE AND NOT TOO QUIET/COLD, WITH CLASSICAL MUSIC FROM THE PIANOS (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE MY KRANJIANS IN CJ AS THEY BRING JOY AND ASSURANCE IN MY LIFE AT CJ! WE GO TO SCHOOL TOGETHER, HAVE DINNER, GO HOME TOGETHER! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HAVE VERY KIND CLASSMATES (I MEAN, TUTORIAL MATES) TOO (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE MY SUBJECT COMBI; H2 ECONS, LIT &amp;amp; MATH WITH H1 CHINA STUDIES IN ENGLISH :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HAVEN'T GOT A CHANCE TO EXPERIENCE CJ'S MASS PE, BUT I'VE GOT A VERY, ULTRA STRONG FEELINGS THAT IT SPELLS HELL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH, AND I SO LOVE CJ'S MASS DANCE! IT'S DIFFERENT EVERY YEAR, AND I HAPPENED TO LOVE THIS YEAR'S! :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I DON'T THINK I'M REGRETTING MY CHOICE NOT TO SEE AJ'S HOD OF CCA SO I THINK I'M QUITE HAPPILY SETTLED IN CJ.. (OR JUST RESIGNED?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HAVE WITTY TEACHERS AND A CUTE &amp;amp; FUNNY HOME TUTOR :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THERE ARE NO HOT/HANDSOME GUYS IN J1, BUT RATHER CUTE ONES, HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'M IN A CLASS WITH 19 GIRLS AND 3 GUYS; SO I FEEL LIKE I'M IN A GIRLS' SCHOOL. BUT THANK GOD I MADE GUY FRIENDS. (ALTHOUGH IT'S STILL A 9:1 RATIO OF GIRLS:GUYS OF MY FRIENDS, HAHA.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I FELL DOWN 3 TIMES IN THIS TERM, A BRUISED KNEE ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'M GETTING JEALOUS THAT ODAC-ERS ARE SO GOOD AT FRISBEE AND PLAY IT EVERY DAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HAVE AN AUDITION FOR DEBATES TOMORROW AND SO I'VE GOT TO GO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I THINK THAT'S ALL ABOUT YEE GIN IN CJ, LOL (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOOD NIGHT, AND LOOK FORWARD TO MEETING MY LOVELY DARLINGS! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" I KNOW THIS IS THE PART WHERE END STARTS. " - I HATE THIS PART BY PUSSYCAT DOLLS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-6965134521189201331?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/6965134521189201331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=6965134521189201331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/6965134521189201331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/6965134521189201331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2009/02/cj.html' title='CJ?'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-777989572428904740</id><published>2009-01-18T18:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T18:52:42.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>umbrella!</title><content type='html'>Rihanna’s Umbrella in Hokkien - from Chestnuts by Stages&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align:center; display: block;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nisqFc9s4Ow&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;showsearch=0"&gt; &lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt; &lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nisqFc9s4Ow&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;showsearch=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="350" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align:center; display: block;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align:center; display: block;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align:center; display: block;"&gt;LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align:center; display: block;"&gt;Saw this at a cousin's blog, and wanted to share it with all of you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align:center; display: block;"&gt;So freaking funny!!!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align:center; display: block;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align:center; display: block;"&gt;This is what that cheered me up, and of course a stupid friend whom I talked to (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align:center; display: block;"&gt;Thanks! :DDDDD&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/9872385-777989572428904740?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/777989572428904740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=777989572428904740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/777989572428904740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/777989572428904740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2009/01/umbrella.html' title='umbrella!'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-1920601599194245183</id><published>2009-01-18T11:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T12:12:02.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kids and adults</title><content type='html'>There are many things in this world that I have yet to discover and understand.&lt;div&gt;Because I have problems trying to understand the simplest things of all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When kids commit mistakes, they apologise and put the incident behind them once they are forgiven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When teenagers commit mistakes, they apologise hesitantly and probably take some time before they are able to put the incident behind them completely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When adults commit mistakes, (of course I'm not judging all the adults, a number of them, perhaps), try to run away from them and do nothing about it. Thinking that time heals all wounds and hopefully time will do the job of burying the hatchet for them. And wait a second, do they &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; put incidents behind them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While the adults have more knowledge and experience than the young ones, they should be more responsible and capable in handling with conflicts and having the integrity to admit their mistakes. However, it looks like the young ones are handling it better! Isn't it ironic?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come to think of it, the young and innocent who practise simplicity are often the ones who are carefree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those who put their ego before them will constantly be thinking whether the other party has forgiven them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this aspect, I rather stay as a kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[the above content is solely my thoughts and observations and has nothing to do with the book that i'm reading.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been reading 'Of Human Bondage' by W. Somerset Maugham lately and I like this book because the novelist does not just give me straightforward and blunt statements like, "The boy is thinking of his mum." But he gives me space for my imagination and allows me to decipher the lines. Most importantly, I felt the power of literature once again. Allow me to elaborate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a book that was written over 45 years ago and the issues that surfaced in the book (eg: problems that surface in all human relationships) still exists today and I can somehow relate to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many of you must be thinking, "what the hell is wrong with her today?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, don't worry, I'm perfectly fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just needed a space to let my thoughts out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As some of you may already know, I have been doing up a collection of quotes recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I end my post, let me share one with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It is an illusion that youth is happy, an illusion of those who have lost it but the young know they are wretched for they are full of the truthless ideal which have been instilled into them, and each time they come in contact with the real, they are bruised and wounded." - W. Somerset Maugham&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-1920601599194245183?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/1920601599194245183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=1920601599194245183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/1920601599194245183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/1920601599194245183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2009/01/kids-and-adults.html' title='kids and adults'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-7933634643875805875</id><published>2009-01-16T18:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T18:28:58.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crossroads - prep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I'm in the midst of coming up with a poem dedicated to my friends . Be patient ya&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-7933634643875805875?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/7933634643875805875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=7933634643875805875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/7933634643875805875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/7933634643875805875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2009/01/crossroads-prep.html' title='crossroads - prep'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-1408657469444221970</id><published>2009-01-16T17:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T17:52:10.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O'level results!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Hey everyone! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;It's been quite a while since I last updated and I thought I better update before jc starts .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Life will get busy and hectic huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I'm grateful for my results.. And like what I told my mum, I don't think I'm smart, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;So if it's anything, it's sheer hard work. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;And she so got to ruin the beautiful phrase by saying, "and LUCK."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Okay yes, I do agree. I was lucky. heh :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I really hope to see more of my friends applying for the same jc but.. oh well. they want fun in the school ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;And about the girlfriends gathering that I haven't updated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;All the photos have been uploaded onto facebook since weeks ago -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;So if you guys want to know about our gathering, please go to facebook cause princess is lazy to upload on blogger . thanks! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Can't wait for tomorrow's reunion dinner with extended loved ones and I miss you so much kang! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;P.S. I sincerely thank everyone who has congratulated me and wished me well, love all of you! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Ciao! XOXO&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/9872385-1408657469444221970?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/1408657469444221970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=1408657469444221970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/1408657469444221970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/1408657469444221970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2009/01/olevel-results.html' title='O&apos;level results!'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-4973272400668875078</id><published>2009-01-03T17:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T17:58:24.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tag replies [:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Okay , this post is solely for tag replies because I realised a little commotion raised over my sharing of quotes (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Firstly, thanks to everyone who wished me a happy new year and happy new year to you too! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Secondly, let's address cindy's question . HAHA. thank you my dear chrismin , you were partially right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Amazing memories can be hurtful when you don't have them anymore because the very special person (or people) whom you created these memories with has left you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;get it? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Wanqin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;- hello little miss crazy! :D tag more often ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mr. Chong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;- sorry Mr. Chong, I will link you immediately . don't terminate my one million dollar business deal with you okay? HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;YUXUAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; - hi miss retarded! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;WAN TING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; - tell you another time about akltg. Thank you, of course, it's DAVID ARCHULETA! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; - haha . may i know which part of it is chim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;SK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; - yeah , facebook .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I-don't-know-who : CHRISMIN YEO! (ironic huh? haha) It's alright la , make sure you do watch them with me before school starts .. and feel free to reply anyone's tag . love ya (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Zul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; - hello! nope, i don't think it's lame . maybe i'm just too bored . haha . you play it too? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Here's another quote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;- "All that is required of you tonight is that you allow the stars to sing you to sleep." - Dante (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;P.S. sorry ar, been reading books and suddenly picked up the habit of picking out quotes and lines. And strange enough, many attracts my attention like never before! must be my lit skills. hehe :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;P.P.S. Yee Gin is looking forward to her girlfriends' gathering on wednesday! please, let it turn out well :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/9872385-4973272400668875078?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/4973272400668875078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=4973272400668875078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/4973272400668875078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/4973272400668875078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2009/01/tag-replies.html' title='tag replies [:'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-2553260055748604467</id><published>2009-01-01T11:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T12:04:47.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy 2009! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY 2009! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Here's the first day of the year .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;My first post of the year .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Okay, lol .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Cut the crap, I'm just dying to go out .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I just want someone to pei me to watch dvds after dvds .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;YES! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A DVD MARATHON! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Pathetic yeegin is waiting for a mouse to fall in her trap,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;expanding her brain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;building her vocabulary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;cleaning her pet &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;sharpening her bowling skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Sounds fun? :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Anyway, on a more light-hearted note,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I've decided on some of my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;new year resolutions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Here they are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;1) To study really hard &amp;amp; get outstanding results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;2) To be a better person by correcting my flaws. (like be more patient &amp;amp; less bitchy..etc)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;3)  To have excellent time management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Here are the wishes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;1) For wounds to heal; peace &amp;amp; harmony at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;2) Everyone to be happy &amp;amp; healthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;3) For a miracle to happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;4) To CAROL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;5) Ability coach part-time for AKLTG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Alright, that's all for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Let me share some quotes with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"I don't need anymore good memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Cause the old ones are so amazing, that they hurt so much."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;-Kier from 'The Love Academy' by Belinda Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"If there's anywhere that I would want to go, it's to be with you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;-Edward from Twilight [edited]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"If this is where it all began, tell me it would never end."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- 'You Can' by David Archuleta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-2553260055748604467?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/2553260055748604467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=2553260055748604467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/2553260055748604467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/2553260055748604467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-2009-d.html' title='happy 2009! :D'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-6170473136624228543</id><published>2008-12-25T20:05:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T21:23:58.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:48px;"&gt;HOHOHO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:48px;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;May all have a blessed year ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'm very sure that most of you are partying out tonight, having a good time ya? That's what the fesitive season should be like - giving, sharing and celebrating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Not like me, I'm at home - eating, facebooking, reading and chatting. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Of course I still do receive presents this year, but not as much la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Well, it's not that I've gone into hibernation again, It's just that I've been really busy for the past few days that I haven't touched my laptop since the 18th (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Let me share with you now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;22 DEC - 23 DEC:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;ADAM KHOO LEARNING TECHNOLOGIES GROUP! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I was at my first outdoor training camp at Dunman Sec.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I must say that it was a great experience for me, but definitely boring at certain times because the camp was run by the school itself and not akltg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;But at the same time, I had ALOT of FUN, all thanks to the AK coaches and the A.coaches (which are the rest of us, lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The AK coaches are full of energy and every single one of them is fun-loving!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;(except for XXX)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I hope to go for the camps in January.. step on the replies please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;But I saw the list and there were already like, so many coaches..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Oh well.. It depends on Ridhwan liao, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;21 DEC:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;RED CROSS HOME FOR THE DISABLED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; with my 'brother' Cheehow (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;He's a regular volunteer there, and had agreed to bring me there ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;THANK YOU SO MUCH MR. CHAN! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It pains to see them suffer from all kinds of deformity..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Yet it warms my heart to see that there are actually still kind souls out there who are willing to contribute their time to care for the less fortunate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I saw many volunteers there, singing, chatting, feeding, reading to the patients.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;According to my 'brother' cheehow, it's not always so crowded and full of life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It's so because it just so happened to be the Christmas season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I have since set my mind on being a volunteer there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So cheehow, when's the next visit? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;After which, we cabbed down to the Forum Mall to watch the Wild Empire carols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I mean, to watching them carol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;(oh, please pardon my horrendous english)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;He paid for the taxi fare, of course. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;THANK YOU ONCE AGAIN, 'BROTHER'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;HAHA. It is my christmas wish to be able to go caroling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So since it's impossible for me to go caroling this year, cheehow promised to arrange one next year and could only help fufill half of my wish by accompanying me to watch Wild Empire :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Which I am, very grateful for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Cause he was late for his own practice for ACJC' caroling due to this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So sorry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Then I was alone at Starbucks at Wheelock Place for about an hour or so before my mum joined me in town (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;19 DEC - 20 DEC:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I cannot remember.. so sorry! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Alright, enough length for an average post, HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Sorry lah, no choice, I'm hooked onto Facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Those playfish games are so FUN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Can't stop.. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;SEE YOU! XOXO :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;P.S. Those girls (and guys) that are supposed to give me a reply on whether or not you are attending the bbq on saturday, please do so asap. I also need to make plans ya? Thanks (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;YUXUAN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- I miss you loads too , hope to see you soon :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; - you abit zi-high hor .. still dare to say.. at least I openly declare on my post that I miss you lor . YOU LEH!&gt;!?! my name not even on your post can! hmph! -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;STONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; - you 'OH' what 'OH' , post liao la .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;ADE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; - no problem :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;CCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; - Okay la, thank you very much okay? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Sk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Thank you! wah, you're the first to share the same sentiments as me on this song! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;YANGQI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; - Thank you! Looking forward to work with you in the camps in Jan (that's if I get in la.. HAHA. Keep yourself warm in Nanjing! HAVE FUN! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-6170473136624228543?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/6170473136624228543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=6170473136624228543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/6170473136624228543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/6170473136624228543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS!'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-4318694639767316473</id><published>2008-12-18T12:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T12:44:23.827+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my silly girlfriends (;'/><title type='text'>silly girlfriends (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 50px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I MISS TAN WAN LIN AND LAU YI HUI CINDY ALOT ALOT ALOT AND I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE GIRLFRIENDS' GATHERING ON MONDAY SO THAT I CAN SEE THEM! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(happy now? :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went for two injections yesterday and it was so super pain ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So to make it up, she brought granny and I to a meal of PERANAKAN food :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although not as delicious as those that I've tried in Malacca, I'm satisfied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After which, we went swimming! ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I accompanied my cousin to swim. You must be wondering, what's with her sad smiley..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love to swim, but swimming after you've got two injections..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My arms suffered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, I'm feeling a lot better today, so not too bad la (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay, tag replies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;CIN&lt;/span&gt;- there you have it :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THANK YOU FOR LOVING DAVID&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ARCHULETA! :DD but don't forget Nsync (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i.Zul&lt;/span&gt; - HAHA, I guess so too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YANGQI&lt;/span&gt; - okay la, will relink .. don't give me T.T face :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Sk&lt;/span&gt; - HAHA, cindy also ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;YUXUAN&lt;/span&gt; - I miss you too bimbo , must meet up someday ya? ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;wanlin &lt;/span&gt;- okay la lynn, don't angry la . I put up there big big liao :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-4318694639767316473?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/4318694639767316473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=4318694639767316473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/4318694639767316473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/4318694639767316473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2008/12/silly-girlfriends.html' title='silly girlfriends (:'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-3662447156094752273</id><published>2008-12-16T18:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T19:00:53.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kent Ridge Park :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TODAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I EXERCISED! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mummy brought the three musketeers to Kent Ridge Park because she thinks that it's time we do some exercise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And although they are still in primary school, I had a lot of fun with them; identifying the different kinds of plants, taking jump shots and racing. LOL :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SBWVy8zEg6k/SUeF3-28FBI/AAAAAAAAACE/XL8ipL7jkac/s1600-h/DSC07819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SBWVy8zEg6k/SUeF3-28FBI/AAAAAAAAACE/XL8ipL7jkac/s320/DSC07819.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280336284927923218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nice? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"And Life is a road I want to keep going, Love is river I want to keep flowing, Life is a road, now and forever, Wonderful journey" (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SBWVy8zEg6k/SUeF3kIo6SI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qVpDBeiQJIQ/s1600-h/DSC07820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SBWVy8zEg6k/SUeF3kIo6SI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qVpDBeiQJIQ/s320/DSC07820.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280336277754407202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My two lovely cousins :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SBWVy8zEg6k/SUeF3THCJKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pVlLLQrZm8Q/s1600-h/DSC07826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SBWVy8zEg6k/SUeF3THCJKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pVlLLQrZm8Q/s320/DSC07826.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280336273184269474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jumpshot! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wasn't inside because I have to take it for them, my mum got no skills of using a phone cam to take jump shots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(we took many photos but I'm kind of lazy to upload.. so yeah. HAHA :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We walked for about one and the half hour and our wonderful journey had to stop due to unforeseen circumstances.. so BOOHOO ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alright, moving on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think I've found my future wedding song! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Please look at the last song of my playlist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, that is it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Play and listen, cause it's very sweet, exactly what I would say to the one who will walk down the aisle with me (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(or what I would wish he would say to me. okay, abit think too far but, whoever he will be)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"And I will take, you in my arms, and hold you like where you belong..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Till the day my life is through, This I Promise you" (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-3662447156094752273?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/3662447156094752273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=3662447156094752273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/3662447156094752273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/3662447156094752273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2008/12/kent-ridge-park-d.html' title='Kent Ridge Park :D'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_SBWVy8zEg6k/SUeF3-28FBI/AAAAAAAAACE/XL8ipL7jkac/s72-c/DSC07819.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-7402275025671447561</id><published>2008-12-16T17:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T18:22:02.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ with primary school clique :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;YESTERDAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had loads of FUN with my primary school clique :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My beloved teacher, Miss Irene Lee, booked a chalet for us at Aloha Loyang, including the food for bbq. All we had to do was to cook, eat, laugh, play, chat. (oh, and watch a bit of Little Nyonya, lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't very excited at first cause the group meets at least three times a year, excluding movies and all. Chinese New Year, Teachers' Day and Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I never thought it would be so fun! HAHA :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We even had a debate (or discussion?) about love. And it was Miss Lee who started it :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She kept asking about our 'the other half', LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever since we turned 16, she has been asking us about our 'the other half' whenever there is a gathering. So in return, Eugene and I asked her about HER 'the other half' and were asking her to get married soon. so yada yada yada, and then she suddenly said this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss Lee: You know, the person that you marry may not be the person that you love most?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eugene &amp;amp; Isaac: YES! *nods*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yee Gin: NO! How can you spend the rest of your life with the person that you don't love most?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss Lee: Okay, you see ar.. For majority, they were too young to know what love actually is when their first love came.. Then in their life, they may meet a partner who loves he/she more than he/she does, or that they may meet the right person at the wrong time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eugene: So it's the timing that determines the person whom you will marry?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yee Gin: No, I think it's not just about the timing. It's that special feeling that the person gives you and you know for sure that you want to spend the rest of your life with this person, at the right time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss Lee: That's right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-silence-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yee Gin: So do you guys believe that if someone truly loves you, he/she would wait for you to think that it's the right time, no matter how long?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss Lee: Yes, of course I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yee Gin: (turns to Eugene) See? Good things are worth waiting for...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eugene: yeah, but you have to realise that guys and girls are different. Sometimes guys just to know that they're special to you.. So it makes their wait bearable.. And good things will be gone if you don't grab hold of them.. Understand Missy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just right at this moment, Kelvin hands me two marshmallows and I was saved from the conversation :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, all (not sure about kelvin &amp;amp; sanpeng) have their 'the other half' except for me. HAHA. that's why they avoided our discussion and went to barbecue food. And we all know Eugene's girlfriend.. So only the two of us were talking to Miss Lee about this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(it's not that i'm talkative okay.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, that's about all that I wanted to share.. The rest are about our past and lame stuff that happened last night. So I think it will be boring for my readers since majority of my readers come from my secondary school :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-7402275025671447561?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/7402275025671447561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=7402275025671447561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/7402275025671447561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/7402275025671447561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2008/12/bbq-with-primary-school-clique-d.html' title='BBQ with primary school clique :D'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-5237080804602816330</id><published>2008-12-14T23:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:26:42.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spring cleaning! (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SBWVy8zEg6k/SUUt4TJfMsI/AAAAAAAAABU/ntkYsPHt-6I/s1600-h/DSC07818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SBWVy8zEg6k/SUUt4TJfMsI/AAAAAAAAABU/ntkYsPHt-6I/s320/DSC07818.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279676583397765826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Imagine this , times two .&lt;div&gt;That's the pile of worksheets that I have to send for recycling .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I had been a good girl to pack my stuff and cleaned my room today (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bet many of you haven't cleared your sec four stuff right? (-smirk-face-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, I'm just proud of myself can? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I have some textbooks to give away, so priority goes to the choir bimbos :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So BIMBOS, please let me know if you need my textbooks, a maths and chem not available cause they are torn and tattered. (this just shows that I studied very hard :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Same for History and Literature, not because they are torn and tattered, I just want to keep them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But as for Physics, it's in a very very good condition (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If nobody wants, I'll give it to the Salvation Army.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, next comes an declaration:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I HAVEN'T SPOKE TO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CHRISMIN YEO KAI TING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; FOR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FIFTEEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; DAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; AND I MISS HER ALOT ALOT ALOT ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(okay, maybe not as much as rice, but still miss. lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I WANT HER TO COME BACK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; )):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, that's all for today! Good night XOXO (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Don't you think the song on the top of my playlist is so-very nice? HAHA :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Cause if anyone can make me fall in love, you can."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-5237080804602816330?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/5237080804602816330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=5237080804602816330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/5237080804602816330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/5237080804602816330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2008/12/spring-cleaning.html' title='spring cleaning! (:'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_SBWVy8zEg6k/SUUt4TJfMsI/AAAAAAAAABU/ntkYsPHt-6I/s72-c/DSC07818.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-824773271892161290</id><published>2008-12-11T17:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T20:39:05.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genting trip with choir (:</title><content type='html'>I have decided to update my blog because I am bored :/&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as all of you may know, one of my happenings happenings has got to be the Genting trip with my beloved choir :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hereby apologise for the lack of photos because I was either too sick or too high or too busy to remember to take photos. Haha . I do have some photos with germain, but they look too hideous to be published. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Germain was my bus-mate and a very wonderful one indeed as she will comfort me when I was feeling nauseous :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fiona was my room-mate (it was supposed to be sophie &amp;amp; my room was supposed to be next to germain's!) but I must say that I had seen a very different side of Fiona and I realised that I shouldn't have judged a book by its cover (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shan't bore all of you with all the mundane activities there so here's a summary:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This trip was fun-filled, meaningful and significant. I have learnt a lot of things from this trip and although we had a hectic schedule, I must admit that I've brought home fond memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(winks, hugs &amp;amp; kisses to sec fours, eekie, jiaying &amp;amp; jiexin ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAY ONE:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Immediately after we arrived, we went Miss Ong's room for practice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, not the entire choir but section by section la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(how to fit!?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soprano went in first and we had to squeeeeeezzzzzeeeeeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some were kneeling on the bed, some were squashed to the walls, some were near the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(can imagine? :/)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then went for sectionals with the guys, dinner and the opening ceremony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The opening ceremony was honestly a disappointment because none of the choirs performed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(unlike the closing, wink wink Kranji choir)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAY TWO:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very tiring. It was practice after practice and practice after practice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And make-up and hair and COMPETITION :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of the seniors expected our results after our performance because there were obvious mistakes made..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nonetheless, we went to playyyyyyyyyyy after the competition!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was shopping all the wayyyyyyyyyyyyy until 9.30pm (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to grab some maggi mee after the debrief and we all gathered at germain's room for chit-chat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Initially, it started off with chit-chat, after which I started eating like a pig, banged my head twice against the head board and I realised I was entertainment for Germain Chong -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then she accompanied me to my room and we started towel-fighting. L-O-L!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Unlike the first night, I slept so well that I didn't want to get up the next morning :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAY THREE:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morning was like awesome as we attended a workshop by one of the judges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But before that was fun discussing with the girls and kheng hian and jieyong about ______ secondary school choir :D (as we get to observe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause we spotted the watermelon boy!!!!!!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Opps. I realised I haven't told you about him. He was the joke of the trip man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here it goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the first/second dinner that we had, Nathaniel spotted a guy over at the fruits corner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That guy (which is the watermelon boy from the other school) was picking some watermelon SLICES with HIS HANDS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Nathaniel thought he was one of us and went over to tell him off,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nathaniel: Do you know how DISGUSTING you are?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watermelon boy: -blank face-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nathaniel, realising his mistake, went away immediately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watermelon boy stood rooted to the ground for a few seconds before walking away in sheer embarrassment. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, coming back, we learnt a lot that morning and I realised that the mouth shape that you sing in REALLY AFFECTS the SOUND PRODUCED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EVEN A SLIGHT CHANGE IN SHAPE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After lunch came the worst nightmare which at the end of the day, sent majority of us back to our rooms with black faces, tears, frowns, remorse, and..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the girls (bim-niell, bim-gin, bo-kie, bo-main) went to germain's room to pour our hearts out. (sounds wrong, but nevermind. lol.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ended up in tears and yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[But one eff-ing funny thing that happened was that germain hit her head with jiexin's belt in her hand as she wanted to vent her frustration on the mattress! LOLL! HAHAHAHAH :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry ger!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAY FOUR:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morning was super memorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hardly anyone spoke at breakfast, NO ONE smiled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I am glad that almost everyone contributed at the sharing session (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girls in Soprano cried very hard, almost inconsolable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you know what girls, I am very proud of all of you because you girls were brave enough to admit your mistakes and I really hope that you will remember your promises not to make them again, alright?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of us (the sops) arrived late for the whole choir sharing session because we were busy calming down and comforting each other, washing our faces in the toilet, So sorry choir for being late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we entered, Miss Ong told us to put aside our emotions and stop crying because the sharing session would not have been beneficial cause if we were to keep crying, we will shut our ears to precious things that our mates were saying..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This sentence struck me a lot because I am very emotional, and I have since realised that I should cast aside my emotions in order to get the work done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The priority is work, not emotions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many other things were shared in that erm, five-hour long sharing-cum-reflection session but I'm not going to say it here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Choir, I really hope you would remember the promises we all made and that you would work hard for next year's SYF. DO US PROUD GUYS! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the good news, because of our outstanding performance during the competition, we were invited to perform at the closing ceremony! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We practised hard and shared a GOLDEN moment on stage. Right dearies? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bet everyone was very proud of themselves. I sung that song since I was in sec one and I must admit that that night's performance was one of the best versions I've ever sung/heard! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our results were announced after all the performances and much to our expectations, SILVER A!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although everyone was secretly hoping for a GOLD despite knowing the low probability, we were very happy to have received SILVER A (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterwhich our dear president delivered a speech followed by Miss Ho, Miss Low and Miss Ong. The other two teachers were not around because they were taking care of poor bomain (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss Ho granted us playtime until 2am! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I didn't get to play because my allergy came up after my shower ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My lips were swollen and itchy )):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss Ong brought me down to buy med, but pharmacy was closed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Miss Ho brought me to the clinic which was rather _____ -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a 24-hour clinic, so the doctor had a room to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The nurse woke the doctor up when we arrived at the clinic and he assesssed my allergy with half-opened eyes and yawns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He didn't even look at my poor swollen lips -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it was RM80 :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest went to celebrate Miss Yong's birthday and yada..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just wanted to say, sorry for being so sick that I wasn't myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kind of cranky and moody. And homesick. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry girls and thank you for taking care of me! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esp. Danielle for the wet towel and the massage, Germain &amp;amp; Huisian for consoling and comforting me, Yanni for your concern (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAY FIVE:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-HOME SWEET HOME- :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.P.S. After I came back , I had to sleep for like full two days to recover . useless right? I will definitely boost up my immune system with vitamin C! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-824773271892161290?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/824773271892161290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=824773271892161290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/824773271892161290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/824773271892161290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2008/12/genting-trip-with-choir.html' title='Genting trip with choir (:'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-1683265291854140424</id><published>2008-11-12T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:34:30.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>insane</title><content type='html'>Here I am again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've just deleted 1120 emails in my Inbox.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it's insane, but something just tells me to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A clean start, i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read some emails before I delete them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of them are from my friends, some are unread.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised that people are really very realistic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They send you emails to get into your good books when you are of use to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you are not, they chuck you aside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then no more emails le.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course I am certainly not talking about my close friends ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm feeling rather upset, about the beautiful things that I've read, and are now gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if they will come back, I'll leave it to fate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for the playlist you see on your right, they are my favourite songs (for now) :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I Have This Dance is a sweet and romantic song, while Love Story depicts a modern-life fairytale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, David Archuleta is love (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good Night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-1683265291854140424?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/1683265291854140424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=1683265291854140424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/1683265291854140424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/1683265291854140424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2008/11/insane.html' title='insane'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-7807597368457968767</id><published>2008-11-12T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:35:07.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O level is over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello everyone! I'm back! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O level is officially over and I can officially watch TV!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The very first thing that I did after my 8am paper was to catch a movie at 10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course, it had to be ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SBWVy8zEg6k/SRrlrwNtKAI/AAAAAAAAABM/cy6inH6E9II/s1600-h/High_School_Musical_3_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SBWVy8zEg6k/SRrlrwNtKAI/AAAAAAAAABM/cy6inH6E9II/s320/High_School_Musical_3_poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267775254002739202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;yeah! and i tell you, it was awesome , totally awesome .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you have to catch it! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it's a little too late , but still!!! Get the DVD when it comes out or something .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's definitely the best of the three . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the best part is, we paid $6 each for the ENTIRE THEATRE (except for a lonely man)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there were actually 3 girls and 1 man in the theatre enjoying a movie :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA! we almost stood up and danced! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(danielle and her crazy idea)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After which I went back to school with danielle, for our very first choir practice after the O's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you must be questioning why ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha . the sec fours (except mary &amp;amp; huisian), are joining the choir for a competition in Genting in December . cool huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we have like only 5 or 6 practices more to catch up with the choir ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which i think, it's highly challenging because I only managed to learn one song today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only learning okay.. polishing and memorising not included ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gosh, juniors, SOS! :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going out with girls tomorrow to shop for prom dress .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;used to be very excited and happy about shopping, but upon realising that most of them has conquered Orchard about twice or thrice and found nothing appealing/suitable, it kind of covers me like a wet blanket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think there's no one to shop with me on friday because they are all going to chris's place?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boohoo ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well, i think i'm just tired from all that chemistry and highing in the theatre and singing with support after not singing with support for months ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess i'll be fine tomorrow (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ROCK ON.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm not going to make it less visible because I see no point in doing that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you insist on thinking in this way, so be it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I am disappointed, very very disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/9872385-7807597368457968767?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/7807597368457968767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=7807597368457968767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/7807597368457968767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/7807597368457968767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-level-is-over.html' title='O level is over!'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_SBWVy8zEg6k/SRrlrwNtKAI/AAAAAAAAABM/cy6inH6E9II/s72-c/High_School_Musical_3_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-7214358865180354498</id><published>2008-09-28T11:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T11:56:20.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crush!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;HA-CHOOO!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sniff sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry folks, must be because of my new blog song.&lt;br /&gt;{Crush - David ArCHUleta}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry la, i need to entertain myself cos' no one wants to entertain me ):&lt;br /&gt;EXCEPT CINDY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, thanks for flooding ya? -.-&lt;br /&gt;She's the only one who would sing with me, in school, at lunch, in toilet, anywhere, everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks 'ah-lian' :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you guessed it right, we are so so &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;crazy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; over this song you are listening to right now.&lt;br /&gt;Just ask ANY of our classmates. GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;22 DAYS to O'Levels!&lt;/b&gt; :O&lt;br /&gt;Jiayou everyone!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Cindy wants to score six points and be the next top scorer :P&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S I didn't know you guys miss me sooooooooooo much :PP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-7214358865180354498?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/7214358865180354498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=7214358865180354498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/7214358865180354498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/7214358865180354498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2008/09/crush.html' title='Crush!'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-579564242898918360</id><published>2008-09-05T11:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T12:17:12.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>footprints in the sand.</title><content type='html'>Everynow and then, I see/hear people saying, "I miss whatever &amp;amp; whoever, I want to have them back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself, am also one of the culprits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always hear myself saying, "Move on, it's your fault for not cherishing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, things happen too fast and too quickly, for me to prepare and get ready.&lt;br /&gt;One moment I hear myself say, "I'm so going to treasure what I have."&lt;br /&gt;And the next moment I see myself contradicting what I've just said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I'm stubborn &amp;amp; wilful, kick up a big fuss when things don't go my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends and loved ones, I'm ready to apologise.&lt;br /&gt;I know i've said loads of hurtful things to you, and I swear I didn't mean them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family have always doted on me, maybe because i'm the youngest girl at home.&lt;br /&gt;I admit I'm rather spoilt, and I do realise that my mother is trying her best to change that fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the storm is over, I will try my best to change (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song, is dedicated to those who love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Footprints in the Sand - Leona Lewis&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walked with me&lt;br /&gt;Footprints in the sand&lt;br /&gt;And helped me understand&lt;br /&gt;Where i'm going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walked with me&lt;br /&gt;When I was all alone&lt;br /&gt;With so much unknown&lt;br /&gt;Along the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard you say&lt;br /&gt;I promise you&lt;br /&gt;I'm always there&lt;br /&gt;When your heart is filled with sorrow&lt;br /&gt;And despair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll carry you&lt;br /&gt;When you need a friend&lt;br /&gt;You'll find my footprints in the sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see my life&lt;br /&gt;Flash across the sky&lt;br /&gt;So many times have I&lt;br /&gt;Been so afraid&lt;br /&gt;And just when I&lt;br /&gt;Thought I lost my way&lt;br /&gt;You gave me strength to carry on&lt;br /&gt;That's when I heard you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise you&lt;br /&gt;I'm always there&lt;br /&gt;When your heart is filled with sorrow&lt;br /&gt;And despair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll carry you&lt;br /&gt;When you need a friend&lt;br /&gt;You'll find my footprints in the sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm weary&lt;br /&gt;Well I know you'll be there&lt;br /&gt;And I can feel you&lt;br /&gt;When you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise youI'm always there&lt;br /&gt;When your heart is filled with sorrow&lt;br /&gt;And despair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll carry you&lt;br /&gt;When you need a friend&lt;br /&gt;You'll find my footprints in the sand (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to Ms Ong: shall we make this our second Hero? haha ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-579564242898918360?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/579564242898918360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=579564242898918360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/579564242898918360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/579564242898918360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2008/09/footprints-in-sand.html' title='footprints in the sand.'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-4059750579026407903</id><published>2008-08-20T21:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T21:55:52.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SUN :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SBWVy8zEg6k/SKwhIQwcoeI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8kZjcmkyF18/s1600-h/DSC00416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236596892545884642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SBWVy8zEg6k/SKwhIQwcoeI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8kZjcmkyF18/s320/DSC00416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Sun will shine one day :D&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I-don't-know-what reasons, I've learnt to be very optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;I am able to see the good things in dark situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt to take it easy, and let go.&lt;br /&gt;I no longer blame God for being unfair and putting me in a situation like this when i'm only 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I firmly believe in seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, i hope you do too.&lt;br /&gt;Pull yourself together, because the world doesn't revolve just around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the Sun will shine one day, I hope you'd have faith too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to let this affect my grades, because that would be the last thing you want, too.&lt;br /&gt;I will bring the best out in me, but you've got to make some effort too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying, are you?&lt;br /&gt;I'm born and raised, not having the habit to express my innermost feelings with you.&lt;br /&gt;So please don't blame me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm not a superwoman.&lt;br /&gt;I do feel terrible sometimes, and I can tell you, the pain is unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I put on a brave front and hide things from my loved ones,&lt;br /&gt;just that they won't really understand and even if they do, they really couldn't do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those times and I wish to have them back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236597223742977650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SBWVy8zEg6k/SKwhbij_NnI/AAAAAAAAAA8/V06PVmf8Sk8/s320/DSC00417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. Don't you dare try &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;copying&amp;amp;pasting&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; MY photos . I took them. It's mine. So they are copyrightted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-4059750579026407903?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/4059750579026407903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=4059750579026407903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/4059750579026407903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/4059750579026407903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2008/08/sun-d.html' title='THE SUN :D'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_SBWVy8zEg6k/SKwhIQwcoeI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8kZjcmkyF18/s72-c/DSC00416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-6677666584861055792</id><published>2008-07-25T18:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T18:35:45.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>擦肩而过 :D</title><content type='html'>昨天和今天, 都擦肩而过 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;最长的电影&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们的开始　&lt;br /&gt;是很长的电影&lt;br /&gt;放映了三年　&lt;br /&gt;我票都还留着&lt;br /&gt;冰上的芭蕾　&lt;br /&gt;脑海中还在旋转望着你　&lt;br /&gt;慢慢忘记你&lt;br /&gt;朦胧的时间　&lt;br /&gt;我们溜了多远&lt;br /&gt;冰刀划的圈　&lt;br /&gt;圈起了谁改变&lt;br /&gt;如果再重来　&lt;br /&gt;会不会稍嫌狼狈&lt;br /&gt;爱是不是不开口才珍贵&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;再给我两分钟　&lt;br /&gt;让我把记忆结成冰&lt;br /&gt;别融化了眼泪　&lt;br /&gt;你妆都花了要我怎么记得&lt;br /&gt;记得你叫我忘了吧　&lt;br /&gt;记得你叫我忘了吧&lt;br /&gt;你说你会哭　&lt;br /&gt;不是因为在乎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;朦胧的时间　&lt;br /&gt;我们溜了多远&lt;br /&gt;冰刀划的圈　&lt;br /&gt;圈起了谁改变&lt;br /&gt;如果再重来　&lt;br /&gt;会不会稍嫌狼狈&lt;br /&gt;爱是不是不开口才珍贵&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;再给我两分钟　&lt;br /&gt;让我把记忆结成冰&lt;br /&gt;别融化了眼泪　&lt;br /&gt;你妆都花了要我怎么记得&lt;br /&gt;记得你叫我忘了吧　&lt;br /&gt;记得你叫我忘了吧&lt;br /&gt;你说你会哭　&lt;br /&gt;不是因为在乎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a sweet melancholic song :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;站在这平衡点&lt;br /&gt;我还是觉得有点危险&lt;br /&gt;或许是看不见&lt;br /&gt;只能够靠感觉&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你听我说要好好学着去生活&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;手机里面&lt;br /&gt;全都是半生不熟朋友的留言&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老掉牙的爱情影片&lt;br /&gt;还是反复看了好几遍&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你和我和他之间&lt;br /&gt;有没有同样一种寂寞在蔓延&lt;br /&gt;我们都厌倦相互了解&lt;br /&gt;是习惯独眠或害怕改变?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你最近还好吗?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate 24 July 2008.&lt;br /&gt;I love 24 July 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it tore us apart, all of us.&lt;br /&gt;Because it brought us even closer, all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God, for making me realise how much these darlings meant to me.&lt;br /&gt;I love you all girls :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having these kind of petty quarrels actually perks up my life you know?&lt;br /&gt;Haha, of course, when we were in it, I wanted us to be out.&lt;br /&gt;I blamed God when we were in it.&lt;br /&gt;Now I thank Him for giving us a chance to be in it!&lt;br /&gt;Haha, as the saying goes, what is happiness &amp;amp; bliss without sorrow &amp;amp; grief? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你对我说我们只是擦肩而过&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们的世界会不会有交叉点?&lt;br /&gt;也许某一天某个地点... ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-6677666584861055792?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/6677666584861055792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=6677666584861055792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/6677666584861055792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/6677666584861055792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2008/07/d.html' title='擦肩而过 :D'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-3241864881337543509</id><published>2008-07-19T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T21:32:59.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SICK.</title><content type='html'>I HATE FLU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T DO MATHS WHEN I'M HAVING FLU. A LOT OF CARELESS MISTAKES.&lt;br /&gt;IT MAKES ME VERY FRUSTRATED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE FLU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T EAT MY FAVOURITE FOOD BECAUSE EVEN THE SWEETEST DONUT IS TASTELESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE FLU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T VISIT MY DEAR KANGKANG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE FLU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL SO DROWSY AFTER EATING THOSE FLU TABLETS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE FLU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY MUM DOESN'T EVEN ASK, OR LOOK, IN FACT.&lt;br /&gt;SHE DOESN'T BOTHER ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE HONEY.&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE "HAIYO, QUICKLY GO &amp;amp; EAT YOUR MEDICINE."&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE "GET MORE REST.."&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE "YOU NEVER EAT YOUR VITAMIN IS IT?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE FLU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home today, I saw a monkey on the overhead bridge.&lt;br /&gt;A few kids were 'provoking' it.&lt;br /&gt;They were too scared of it &amp;amp; so they didn't dare to cross the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;They made a lot of noise, running here and there.&lt;br /&gt;Of course the monkey not happy right? Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;That is what i meant by provoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They made the monkey so angry that it was impossible for me to cross.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to call my dad, but then since God gave me a chance to prove that i'm independent now, why not? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;So I told them,  "you all cannot make so much noise one, monkeys very sensitive one, they don't like noises."&lt;br /&gt;Those kids: really meh?&lt;br /&gt;ME: of course la!~ -.-&lt;br /&gt;Those kids: okay, we keep quiet. so with their palms on their mouths, they started screaming into their palms while crossing the bridge. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the monkey was not stupid either. It began chasing after those kids.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. So i walked stealthily behind.. hoping that the monkey doesn't see me..&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?! The kids ran back!?!!!! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i ran and ran and ran, screaming. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;When i realised i have already reached my block, i realised that the kids went back to starting line. -.-&lt;br /&gt;seriously stupid lor. cross already still go back. dumb.&lt;br /&gt;good luck guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tada! I got home safely :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-3241864881337543509?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/3241864881337543509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=3241864881337543509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/3241864881337543509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/3241864881337543509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2008/07/sick.html' title='SICK.'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-5905095141352000423</id><published>2008-07-12T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T00:21:04.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dOreen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;So you think you are bitchy :D&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{so you think you can dance}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am.&lt;br /&gt;For I have just finished an eight-hundred-and-ten-words narrative.&lt;br /&gt;just based solely on ONE word- Crossroads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry Ms Ratna, I tried really hard to control my word-limit..&lt;br /&gt;{I've got a strong feeling she's going to kill me :X}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.&lt;br /&gt;Today was a great day for me, went to vist my dear Ah-Toot with Cindy, Chrismin &amp;amp; Jieting.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened along the way..&lt;br /&gt;But poor Doreen is really very skinny.. the bruises on her hands are enough to make your heart ache. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;But Thank God she is going to be discharged soon, tomorrow! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is cheery, happy and chatty today, better much than the first few days, according to her church friend :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOreen, must stay strong okay? Be a Superhero, jiayou! :D&lt;br /&gt;Must must must make it for this tuesday okay? &lt;33333333333333333333333333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwhich, Cindy+Jieting &amp;amp; YeeGin+Chrismin went on parted ways.&lt;br /&gt;Cindy &amp;amp; Jieting went to NP with ruiyang and yuling they all..&lt;br /&gt;Yee Gin &amp;amp; Chrismin went to their weekly "get-together" with a maths.&lt;br /&gt;And Yee Gin &amp;amp; Chrismin felt so sleepy but they managed to survived an additional half and hour past the usual 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;So Proud of Them! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I went to see my kangkang :D&lt;br /&gt;It really makes me day to see him smile and play with himself :D&lt;br /&gt;Though he's only one and the half months' old, he is very playful can!&lt;br /&gt;Imagine what would become of him next time :D&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to bring him to the zooooooooooooooooo when he's older :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love kangkang &amp;amp; xiaokang loves jiejie :D&lt;br /&gt;{P.S. kangkang/xiaokang is not his real name}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yada . yada , yada.&lt;br /&gt;And now here I am, emotionally &amp;amp; physically drained out ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that my post is so boring today, because I bloggged for the sake of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously tired. Sorry folks! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going off to do my maths, if not I wouldn't be able to finish those mock papers by monday cos' sunday is a busy day for princess! :D&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel sorry for me, it's a saturday night! Chill! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bring it away, brush it away, bring it away, brush it away, and bring it away, and brush it away, and here's how the story goes, on and on and on ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-5905095141352000423?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/5905095141352000423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=5905095141352000423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/5905095141352000423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/5905095141352000423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2008/07/doreen.html' title='dOreen!'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-736347671843602029</id><published>2008-07-07T14:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T15:35:52.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>k.you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;I HEREBY DECLARE THAT JIETING IS A BIMBO FOR NOT ALLOWING ME INTO HER BLOG D:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay . It was Anglo-Chinese Junior College Choir's An Evening With Friends @ Esplanade last night. I must say that it was an awesome job well done! :D&lt;br /&gt;"Celebrating 20 Years of Choral Excellence", indeed. It was Choral Excellence, except for one slip that I managed to identify. All the songs were just too mesmerising, especially the encore piece.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to listen with my eyes closed, and it was rather de-stressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finale was the best, El Hambo . Perfect Ending! :D&lt;br /&gt;Gravity and Light was a piece composed for them I guess, the film was seriously boring..&lt;br /&gt;But I especially like how they mimic the calls of nature.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, Turning. Turning is a modern arrangement for the traditional Shaker Hymn, 'Simple Gifts'. It is a song which involves the audience. We were given a 14-bar score in the booklet and were asked to sing along :D&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed it, totally! Haha .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here the highlight of the concert, their Guest-Of-Honour was Singapore's President, S.R Nathan.&lt;br /&gt;Big shot, huh.&lt;br /&gt;(MR. Chan, are you happy now? I mentioned it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the second half of the concert, germain started going gaga over Nathan.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, not our President of course! It's last year's Teenage icon, Nathan Ri-something-chee. lol .&lt;br /&gt;(I'm sorry germain! :/)&lt;br /&gt;He is the best example to show those idiotic-immature-injudicious guys out there that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHOIR IS NOT A SISSY/GAY CCA &amp;amp; GUYS WHO SING ARE MORE CHARMING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Nathan! :D&lt;br /&gt;(Cch: remember to help me get his autograph hor!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the intermission, Yee Gin decided that ONE ACJC SOPRANO = FIVE YEEGINS :D&lt;br /&gt;And ONE ACJC BASS = TEN TIANJUNS :DD&lt;br /&gt;And ONE ACJC SOPRANO = FIVE EEKIES :D&lt;br /&gt;And ONE ACJC TENOR = TEN KWONGHONGS :DD&lt;br /&gt;And ONE ACJC BASS = ONE HUNDRED KHENG HIAN :DDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;And ONE ACJC TENOR = ... sorry, i think i need the calculator TZEYANGS :DDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;And ONE ACJC TENOR/BASS = ZERO JAMES :O because he is a baritone :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY! I KNOW I'M LAME -.-&lt;br /&gt;Today's MY Youth Day, can let me high and de-stress!?!!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, enough of ACJC, am about to vomit soon :S&lt;br /&gt;(sorry kim+hope, i AM SUANING CCH :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO photos for you all to see cos' all photos show a unglramz (germain chong taught me this word) sight of PRINCESS YEEGIN :D&lt;br /&gt;so cannot.&lt;br /&gt;MARYANN WEI &amp;amp; DANIELLE SIM + GERMAIN CHONG! THE THREE OF YOU BETTER NOT UPLOAD THAT UP ON YOUR BLOGS BECAUSE IF LOOKS COULD KILL, I MAKE SURE YOU DIE OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pphew~that was sooooooooooooooo not me :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;RANDOM RANTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, silence could kill. I feel like dying, I can't take the silence at home.&lt;br /&gt;I know this will all blow over, but when? Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;It's not as if i wanted it.&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you understand? Or at least hear me explain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read something that I shouldn't read, again.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't stop myself from reading it. I mean, I can, but I probably don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;I guessed I won't anymore, cos' I have gathered enough evidence to judge who it is.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like scolding you over and over and over again, but I realised it was not your fault to begin with. Let's just blame Cupid for being blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to hate the song, 'Fall For You' by Secondhand Serenade.&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I go, it's that song. same old song.&lt;br /&gt;After turning off the speakers on my com to shut the song off, I turned to my phone for some soul-carressing. I went to my music player and the first song was 'Fall for You' by Secondhand Serenade. I shuffled the playlist again, and it goes back to the same song!?!?&lt;br /&gt;Where got so qiao one?!!?!&lt;br /&gt;I used to love this song like anything. But now..........&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, it's a sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I want, so don't even ask.&lt;br /&gt;Stop telling me you understand, cos' it hurts more.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be alone, I want to be with my friends &amp;amp; family.&lt;br /&gt;That's all I want, for now.&lt;br /&gt;I still treasure you as my very close friend, so don't disappoint me.&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you that I'm sorry, I can't change all this to suit you.&lt;br /&gt;Cos' I'm only 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you would find someone who would cherish you.&lt;br /&gt;You are not that old, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(these different rants are for different people, it might not be you that i'm refering to.)&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;Tis' the gift to come down where we ought to be,&lt;br /&gt;And when we find ourselves in a place just right,&lt;br /&gt;'Twill be in a valley of love and delight.&lt;br /&gt;When true simplicity is gained, To bow and to bend we shan't be ashamed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-736347671843602029?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/736347671843602029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=736347671843602029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/736347671843602029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/736347671843602029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2008/07/kyou.html' title='k.you.'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-6358877223709819283</id><published>2008-07-05T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T22:14:17.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a place in this world</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;A Place in This World&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what I want&lt;br /&gt;So dont ask me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm still trying to figure it out&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what's down this road&lt;br /&gt;I'm just walking trying to see through the rain coming down&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'm not the only one who feels the way I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;On my own&lt;br /&gt;And that's all I know&lt;br /&gt;I'll be strong&lt;br /&gt;I'll be wrong&lt;br /&gt;Oh but life goes on&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm just a girl&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find a place in this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the radio on&lt;br /&gt;My old blue jeans&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wearing my heart on my sleeve&lt;br /&gt;Feeling lucky today&lt;br /&gt;Got the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Could you tell me what more do I need&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow's just a mystery&lt;br /&gt;But that's ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;On my own&lt;br /&gt;And that's all I know&lt;br /&gt;I'll be strong&lt;br /&gt;I'll be wrong&lt;br /&gt;Oh but life goes on&lt;br /&gt;Oh im just a girl&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find a place in this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just a girl on a mission&lt;br /&gt;But I'm ready to fly ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;On my own&lt;br /&gt;And that's all I know&lt;br /&gt;I'll be strong&lt;br /&gt;I'll be wrong&lt;br /&gt;Oh but life goes on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;On my own&lt;br /&gt;And that's all I know&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a girl trying to find a place in this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything about this song just suits my mood.&lt;br /&gt;well, except the part where it says, "i'm alone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. yeah. i have my friends and family with me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah-toot, take good care of yourself okay?&lt;br /&gt;Don't let your health deteriotate, you go girl!&lt;br /&gt;Be a Superhero :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. A sweet, demure girl don't fall sick easily! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm so excited about the acjc concert tomorrow, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;haha, i just hate the part about having to rush from tuition, double tuitions, in fact :/&lt;br /&gt;And that stupid cheehow wants to pay for the taxi-fare :/&lt;br /&gt;Crazy guy, just concentrate on your concert la! I'll be there :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to lot one with my dearie chrissy today after tuition.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to look for something in Popular, but out of stock :/&lt;br /&gt;So we went to the library :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were freaking highing like siao in there!&lt;br /&gt;Who ever thought TWO glamourous girls would go crazy over books! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks my dear, for cheering me up :D&lt;br /&gt;Love you loads. And hope to swim with you on monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I think we should try cooking our lunch on our own, don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;Tell your mummy we promise to clean up! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(you better tag when you are here, i've already INVITED you to enter my blog:P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, back to my mock paper D:&lt;br /&gt;all the best to everyone! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Oh, what a sweet melancholy, huh.}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-6358877223709819283?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/6358877223709819283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=6358877223709819283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/6358877223709819283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/6358877223709819283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2008/07/place-in-this-world.html' title='a place in this world'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-3429885209350412463</id><published>2008-06-30T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T20:32:54.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>depressed.</title><content type='html'>I am so badly affected by her.&lt;br /&gt;Once she is depressed, i get emotional too.&lt;br /&gt;She told me she would be strong, but she does not preach what she says.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's difficult for her, it's hard for her to swallow it all.&lt;br /&gt;And I feel useless for not being able to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you would cheer up &amp; live your life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;Don't wallow in misery because it won't be easy to get out of it.&lt;br /&gt;You know it, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Everytime it comes, I will brush it away and tell myself it's impossible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-3429885209350412463?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/3429885209350412463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=3429885209350412463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/3429885209350412463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/3429885209350412463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2008/06/depressed.html' title='depressed.'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-704420286824707697</id><published>2008-06-28T19:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T20:36:29.543+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CFN:D'/><title type='text'>Her Majesty.</title><content type='html'>Because I am who I am, I have confidence, I know how much I worth, whether I am worth it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, above is the bitch in me that was unleashed by Her Majesty :D&lt;br /&gt;(erm, i deleted 90% of it cause' it's really TOO bitchy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to unforeseen circumstances, i decided to make my blog public again.&lt;br /&gt;(lest someone comes nagging at me, &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CFN`08 WAS TOTALLY AWESOME AND THIS TIME, WE TOTALLY ROCK :D&lt;br /&gt;We were effing high &amp;amp; crazy right after Kranji Idol . before that was .. yeah. haha .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Peak of The Night was Mass Dance :D&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, since when Upper Sec got so high, so spontaneous before?&lt;br /&gt;At one moment I felt like crying can .. like this is the last time we are going to dance like that..&lt;br /&gt;But i DIDN'T :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to cry when you are surrounded by some crazy, hyper idiots dancing to the beat of 5-6-7-8!&lt;br /&gt;Lol . And i would like to present the Award Of the Person with the Longest Memory to CINDY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She remembered all her steps can?! without missing a beat??? :O -jawdrops-&lt;br /&gt;*applause please*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the highlight of the night:&lt;br /&gt;FourDeeTwoZeroZeroEight WINS THE FASHION PARADE AGAIN! :D&lt;br /&gt;WE ROCK, WE ROCK, WE ROCK! :D&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU GUYS LIKE EFFING LOADS &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SBWVy8zEg6k/SGYswqZemjI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kY4Oi_lN9C4/s1600-h/4D`o8-CFN.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SBWVy8zEg6k/SGYswqZemjI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kY4Oi_lN9C4/s1600-h/4D`o8-CFN.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216906432881793586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 364px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="276" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SBWVy8zEg6k/SGYswqZemjI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kY4Oi_lN9C4/s320/4D%60o8-CFN.JPG" width="348" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a pity that our mentors weren't with us ):&lt;br /&gt;Mr TEO! you ps us D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, nevermind, we still have other opportunities :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;PS: SPOT THE KANA-BULLIED :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck &amp;amp; All The Best to all taking their O'level MTL Oral! :D&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-704420286824707697?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/704420286824707697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=704420286824707697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/704420286824707697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/704420286824707697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2008/06/her-majesty.html' title='Her Majesty.'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_SBWVy8zEg6k/SGYswqZemjI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kY4Oi_lN9C4/s72-c/4D%60o8-CFN.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-6080639696519249259</id><published>2008-06-19T12:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T12:20:04.111+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the glitz and glamour :D'/><title type='text'>theglitzandglamour :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Hello Everybody :D&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;http://www.theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my new blog address .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha, don't ask me why, i just felt like doing that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm lazy to go around asking people to relink me, so let's see who's the first to find out :X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol . i'm not being lame, i just have too much work to complete, that's why :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came online to see if Ms Lee did reply my email, but unknowingly, i ended up here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, Ms Audrey Lee has set up a Literature Blog for the Lit students of 4D'08 :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY-NESS! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lit students, go check your email, here's it is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://wheretheprettypeopleare.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;http://www.wheretheprettypeopleare.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: please let me know if you can see the picture in my blogskin. I want to know if there's a problem with my browser. ty (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-6080639696519249259?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/6080639696519249259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=6080639696519249259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/6080639696519249259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/6080639696519249259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2008/06/theglitzandglamour-d.html' title='theglitzandglamour :D'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-8657884877094143259</id><published>2008-06-03T18:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T19:13:26.764+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='be happy :D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t worry'/><title type='text'>don't worry, be happy! ;D</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Don'tWorryBeHappy:D&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what tomorrow brings,&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold yesterday in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be happy for as long as I live&lt;i&gt;{it's impossible, but i'm trying:D}&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, as you can hear from my new blog song, I'm in crazy mood.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, yeah. you got it right. to rejoice, celebrate &amp;amp; dance! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's probably due to Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;I went to Wild Empire's Happening Happenings at Yong Siew Toh Conservatory of Music.&lt;br /&gt;It's their third/fourth concert I've been to.&lt;br /&gt;As usual, great job Wild Empire (&amp;amp; pjc choir+cres'choir:D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, one of the songs was Dancing Queen by Cresent Girls' Choir.&lt;br /&gt;How lucky! :D&lt;br /&gt;The girls get to wear WHATEVER outfit they want,&lt;br /&gt;design WHATEVER hairstyle they like.&lt;br /&gt;And they just look gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;They also sang other ABBA songs like &lt;i&gt;Knowing Me, Knowing You&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Mama Mia!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that i'm an ABBA fan, just that these songs are classic and people still like them till today even though they are out of trend!&lt;br /&gt;Even I love them can! :D I couldn't get Dancing Queen out of my head, for like so many days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They even had Amazing Grace for their finale!&lt;br /&gt;It was a great contrast to the light-hearted songs.&lt;br /&gt;I was so engrossed in it that tzeyang thought i was going to cry -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! yeah. talking about him. i mean them. the three of them.&lt;br /&gt;the three idiotic gang with the most idiotic gang leader of all, lim tianjun.&lt;br /&gt;{i decided not to fill in this part lest he comes after me}&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;i'm pissed till now. stupid guy. stupid stupid shit. (alliteration:D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said i was dumb because i was trying to figure out where to alight in the dark dark night.&lt;br /&gt;ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i've finished venting, feeling better now:D&lt;br /&gt;well, here comes the joke of the day! :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry James, I so got to share this with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sorry. I'll let you build my house next time kay? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James: Hey gin . waiting for us?&lt;br /&gt;Tzeyang: Awww.. so touched..&lt;br /&gt;James: gin . do you see a change in me?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, still as late as ever.&lt;br /&gt;James: No lor, you can ask tianjun, i haven't .. &amp;amp; blahblahblah. Except for that, have i changed in any other areas? * presses shirt against body *&lt;br /&gt;Me: Like No! Are you crazy? I've only seen you for like, 5 minutes? How would i know?&lt;br /&gt;James: Okay lor, maybe the rest of the choir would notice.. *continue pressing his shirt against his body *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the hall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James asked, with tzeyang in between us: you really don't see a change meh?&lt;br /&gt;Me: seriously no, concert's starting. don't ask anymore. really, no.&lt;br /&gt;Tzeyang: *whispers* he's become more muscular, don't you realise?&lt;br /&gt;Me: gosh, NO!!!!!!! i mean, not that i've noticed.&lt;br /&gt;Tzeyang: he's in canoeing..&lt;br /&gt;Me: {laughing with my jacket pressed against my mouth}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the concert..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: OH MY GOSH GERMAIN! You know what?! {so i recounted whatever that i've written here to her, danielle and eekie although they were sitting just right beside me during the concert cos' i knew this would happen...}&lt;br /&gt;Germain+Danielle+Eekie: * laugh so loud that tianjun started laughing too *&lt;br /&gt;Germain: you know what, with his stupid army hairstyle and his big, muscular build, he looks like a construction worker! (he was wearing red hangten shirt &amp;amp; jeans)&lt;br /&gt;ALL: *laugh hysterically *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, that's the joke of the night.&lt;br /&gt;the rest were funny, but not as funny.&lt;br /&gt;lol, thanks james. for trying so hard to cheer me up all the way home.&lt;br /&gt;erm, i'm not emo-ing, i was just tired. really:D&lt;br /&gt;sorry for doing this to you, you look great okay? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ng Yu Xuan &amp;amp; Teo Jie Ting, I updated. happy? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but honestly, i feel a little upset after the concert..&lt;br /&gt;cos' i'm not gonna be under Ms Ong anymore..&lt;br /&gt;even if i'm in a jc choir, it wouldn't be her unless it's pj.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kind of miss her DDDDD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, going over to my granny's place, that's all for now, bye! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;your smile's captivating, your moves are wacky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;but what a pity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'm not in love with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;you tried so hard and i'm glad you didn't succeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Thank God I'm smart, I didn't fall for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;you were just using me to see how charming you are, weren't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Dear God, thank you (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;oh, by the way, i'm so not talking about james. (your mind must be running wild now) he is a great guy friend to have, but i'll never have a tiny bit of something for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;haha. opps. sorry james!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i don't want to fight with l_____:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-8657884877094143259?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/8657884877094143259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=8657884877094143259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/8657884877094143259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/8657884877094143259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2008/06/dont-worry-be-happy-d.html' title='don&apos;t worry, be happy! ;D'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-4611003434331675609</id><published>2008-05-28T22:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T22:59:01.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey!</title><content type='html'>Hello:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally back. I've hit the holidays! So i guess i'll be keeping this alive (:&lt;br /&gt;But somehow or rather, i've a pleasant &amp;amp; unpleasant today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A frayed friendship,&lt;br /&gt;some big bitchyness,&lt;br /&gt;some blind-highing &lt;em&gt;{germain taught me this:D}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;amp; an enchanted ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most important of all, I get to see baby! :D&lt;br /&gt;my dear baby was crying &amp;amp; wanting to be carried/&amp;amp;cuddled.&lt;br /&gt;6days old &amp;amp; he's so pampered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dear aunt &amp;amp; uncle &amp;amp;granny, good luck :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm somewhat intoxicated with my current blog song,&lt;br /&gt;cos' it says;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"They can take away everything, but they can't take away yesterday."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's very true &amp;amp; it applies for all relationships, friendships, kinship, &amp;amp; whatever else.&lt;br /&gt;No one can take away memories of yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, back to business.&lt;br /&gt;Hey K-Singers! :D anyone of you going for wild empire concert this saturday evening?&lt;br /&gt;please confirm your attendance with me, Ms Ong needs to know :D&lt;br /&gt;OR inform jiaying &amp;amp; joel also can :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; my dear, i don't think i'm throwing weird glances at you,&lt;br /&gt;you're too sensitive, i still love you like before! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; for whatever that happens in school, ijusthopeeverythingendswell.&lt;br /&gt;just like what jieting says, we all want to pass out &amp;amp;/graduate gracefully (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: if you want me to link you, just tag &amp;amp; let me know ya? oh, &amp;amp; birthdays too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;{i'm just kind of lazy today:D}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-4611003434331675609?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/4611003434331675609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=4611003434331675609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/4611003434331675609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/4611003434331675609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey.html' title='hey!'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-6104703675099463618</id><published>2008-03-26T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T23:37:43.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ewwwww.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;K-Singers! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There will not be any practice for the entire week, but we'll have a celebration-cum-reflection session next week .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(not sure when though :/)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Sec Fours already misses all of you &amp;amp; we can't wait for the day to come so that we can see all of you again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am really heartened to see that the committee is starting to plan for end-of-year camp, they learnt from the mistake that the previous Presidents committed in the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Although they claimed that they are just plain bored/aimless, I choose to believe that they did it out of goodwill. I really hope that Ms Ho/Ms Yong would grant them their 3days2nights wish. Good luck guys! I'll be there whenever you need help alright?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Don't have to get so stressed up, kheng hian kuku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You've a whole lot of super-ultra-high committee members behind you :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Moving on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today is the first day of Adam Khoo's workshop .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Although it was ultra tiring, I enjoyed myself!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(laughing like a retarded cow :/)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;alright, will update another day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;dear all, i hope you've received the mass email i sent last night, no, this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;you don't have to reply, just think through it. don't brush it off like that for those are my sincere thoughts. really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;good night everyone! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- your actions disgust me, and i despise you .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-6104703675099463618?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/6104703675099463618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=6104703675099463618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/6104703675099463618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/6104703675099463618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2008/03/ewwwww.html' title='ewwwww.'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-1292512628457937121</id><published>2008-03-22T23:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T00:36:18.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KRANJI CHOIR - LION KING MUSICAL MEDLEY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;K-Singers, We Rock Big Time! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lion King Musical Medley, great success, great relief .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This concert is definitely something worth blogging about . lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We started working on this concert since July'o7 . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;but we only pressed on it in around november .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's amazing how we can come up with something within 4 months or so .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It is neither a very big project nor a small one .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But it is definitely Kranji Choir's first public concert ever .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;amp; to tell you the truth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Choir, i'm so proud of you (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;even though there were occasional slips in the first half, feedback in the second half,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i am still very proud of you, all of you, from the seniors, to the committee, to the sec ones,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;sopranos, altos, tenors &amp;amp; basses . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;of course, the credit doesn't go entirely to us, performers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i would like to thank all those whom have helped us, in any way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;first on the list, my conductress - Ms Ong Chiak Yin! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;without her, we are nothing . she planned this concert, came up with the idea, imported the songs from uk, helped with the script, planned the repetoire, got the venue, trained us, initiated saturday practices, bought treats for us . thank you so much Ms Ong, i've learned a lot from you during the process . &amp;amp; it was a great experience working with you, really . i'm sure i've gained a lot of your trust, judging from the number of knocks on my head :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;the concert is a miracle, &amp;amp; thanks for believing in us :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i'm sure i've told you this, thank you for 'flipping the dead fish'. haha .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;you never once gave up on us . we love you Ms Ong (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;second - my DEAR Miss Ho, Ms Yong, Miss Low &amp;amp; Ms Lim :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;the above mentioned are my teachers-in-charge . they were the ones who stayed back with us till 7+ whenever we had our long practices, they were the ones who never failed to motivate us with their speeches, they were the ones who told us that they believed in us .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;thank you teachers, you made this possible . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(PS: i learned that miss ho is as emotional as yeegin :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;third - my dear dear dear danielle, germain, maryann &amp;amp; yanni!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;thank you girls, i love you so much can! :D you made me laugh , made me cry, cried with me, gave me faith, hope, support &amp;amp; hugs . i can't imagine managing them without you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i can't even imagine singing without all of you . i'm too used to sopranos that i'll never want to change! lol . &amp;amp; not to forget, our bitching session . haha . whoopps . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;thank you for always being there, &amp;amp; sorry for the times i lost my temper .. really .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;fourth - my dear committee! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;my VPs; kheng hian, huisian, joel &amp;amp; jiaying: thank you huisian &amp;amp; kheng hian, you two never fail to motivate me . yes, i will not give up so easily okay? thank you joel &amp;amp; jiaying for the warm-ups! thank you huisian for coming to my house &amp;amp; doing up the booklets with me the night before . really, thanks so much, i wouldn't have done it alone (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;my SLs; danielle, cat, kwong hong &amp;amp; shiyong: thank you for helping out during combined, training them up, correcting their already-corrected mistakes, polishing their notes &amp;amp; everything! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;the rest of the commitee; eekie, szeyun, hazel, beatrice, jieyong, whaiee, maryann, felicia, yanni: i seriously wouldn't have done this without your help . listing all of them out is gonna tire me out . lol . whenever you guys feel stressed out in the future, just remember our bitching sessions kay!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;amp; camp comm, i haven't forgotten about you . although not really related to the concert, you guys really helped to foster closer bonds &amp;amp; cheering me up when i was at my most stressed-up moment . thanks &amp;amp; i love you guys a lot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;next - the K-Singers :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;haha . thank you for trying your very best on stage, the sopranos for your melodious high notes, altos for singing out loud, &amp;amp; the guys for trying even when there are like, so few of you .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;you didn't disappoint me!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;coming for all the practices since july, cooperating with me, i enjoyed working with you people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;we worked hard together, cried &amp;amp; laughed together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;love you guys, really . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i will always remember the memories we shared, for they are etched in my heart (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;next - K-Productions (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;hey guys! although i don't really know you , thanks so much for doing such a great job on thursday! you guys were great okay? thanks for coming back on saturdays to rehearse, &amp;amp; sorry for the bad times . special thanks to jeremy &amp;amp; ms tang!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;next - Mr Chan Chee How :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;thank you for helping out, coming back on almost all our practices, buying sweets &amp;amp; chocolates for us occasionally, giving us your support . sorry for the times i lost my temper when you tried to cheer me up with your ultra-lame jokes.. please don't skip your tutorials anymore ya? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;next - Ms Lee, our pianist :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;thank you for helping us out during your holidays!~ i still prefer calling you ______ . can i still call you that? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;next - my very supportive friends! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;jieting, cindy, yuling, yenteng, amelia; you girls rocks la can!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;my classmates - wanlin's gang, weisheng's gang, shun ting's clique &amp;amp; all who came for the concert! you guys were great audiences! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;my dear seniors - tzeyang &amp;amp; munkit &amp;amp; tianjun; yes, we heard your cheers . especially tzeyang, he came right after camp!~ tianjun for supporting us from ITALY! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;jieheng, stozer &amp;amp; jianlun for the tickets, waaaah, front row, not bad (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;amp; you . thanks ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;next - my teachers :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mr Mike Teo, Mr Lim, Ms Ratna &amp;amp; all the others for extending our deadlines, allowing us to skip our IP &amp;amp; lessons for rehearsals ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;next - my mummy :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;thank you for all the support that you have given me all this while!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;sorry for the times i lost my temper :X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nathaniel - i will miss you guys too! i'll come back often ya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;amp; of course, the MAIN problem we faced . YOU. thank you SO MUCH .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;read eekie's blog for more info . not going to give you her url . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;get it from her yourself :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-1292512628457937121?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/1292512628457937121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=1292512628457937121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/1292512628457937121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/1292512628457937121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2008/03/kranji-choir-lion-king-musical-medley.html' title='KRANJI CHOIR - LION KING MUSICAL MEDLEY!'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-7403685551678484347</id><published>2008-03-01T20:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T20:36:12.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>avoid the bullshit .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SBWVy8zEg6k/R8lHXg06LLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZRBHFYhHfxc/s1600-h/pic124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SBWVy8zEg6k/R8lHXg06LLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZRBHFYhHfxc/s320/pic124.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172744116286139570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;well . i was browsing through my phone &amp;amp; i saw this picture that i have .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i suddenly begin to realise, all that tears &amp;amp; emotions were actually redundant for such people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;they claim that they are your friends, you claim that you are theirs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;both parties are friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;now that such ugly things happened, there are bound to be disappointment,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;amp; whatsoever . &amp;amp; you don't even know which side of the story to believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so are you still friends with them? do they still regard you as their friend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;honestly, i don't really know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;all i know is that i want to bury the hatchet after this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;even if we are just acquaintances, we can be the best acquaintances ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;lol . well, i begin to realise what adults say are true ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;when human beings get too close with each other;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;be it couples, friends, best friends, lovers, family members, cousins,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;there are bound to be conflicts .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;you can be the best of friends, the best cousins, best sisters, whatever .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;there is still that little distance that you have to keep . yes? no? yes (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;tag replies :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[Guy] - erm, whoever you are, thank you for comforting me . it does help (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[stone] - lol, okay .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[SHASHA] - thank you dearie! ;D you so rocks okay . you were always there, all the times of despair &amp;amp; hopelessness . i really couldn't imagine my days without your comforts &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[skTWO] - haha . thank you, the pirated prince :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[WAN TING!] - thank you ding dong! (opps, it's doreen's) haha . i love you too! i will stay strong! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;when she said i was important, i was elated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;when i reflect on it, i think it kind of hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/9872385-7403685551678484347?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/7403685551678484347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=7403685551678484347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/7403685551678484347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/7403685551678484347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2008/03/avoid-bullshit.html' title='avoid the bullshit .'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_SBWVy8zEg6k/R8lHXg06LLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ZRBHFYhHfxc/s72-c/pic124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-8879926450340277414</id><published>2008-02-28T20:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T20:56:16.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we are all bitches .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;this is with regards to today's incident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;well, after pondering about it for very long,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i felt that actually, this entire episode could have been avoided.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;come to think of it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;if it was not for the little little things that has accumulated in the past,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;we wouldn't have 'exploded' today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm not trying to find fault with anyone here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;just that i kind of find that maybe, just maybe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;we are all a little too narrow-minded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yeah, just perhaps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;if we can be more open-minded,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&amp;amp; treat each other with that little more respect,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;none of these things would have happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;haha. well, i was one of those who were not willing to forgive &amp;amp; forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i admit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i mean, i'm not in the team anymore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i've got my choir concert to take care of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;jieting doesn't want to be in it either,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;maybe she's giving in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but all i want to say is that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;this is already our last year in kranji,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;who wants more conflict?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i mean,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm sure all of us wants to graduate happily, peacefully, with no hard feelings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&amp;amp; most important of all, to look back &amp;amp; smile because we've enjoyed ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;lol (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to the yet-to-be-finalised-committee; i wish you a success, but don't forget to come for choir concert in the evening ar! please ask mrs rum to start earlier!~ (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to those who still refuse to relent; i don't know what to say, but we are no longer in it anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to my dear friends; thank you for being there for me, standing by me &amp;amp; comforting me &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i guess it does hurts when you realise you are not as important as you thought you were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-8879926450340277414?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/8879926450340277414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=8879926450340277414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/8879926450340277414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/8879926450340277414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2008/02/we-are-all-bitches.html' title='we are all bitches .'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-5576473780291402097</id><published>2008-02-24T13:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T13:16:15.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wo bu pei .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ENJOY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div id="FLE1BBdAdJgoLZGtext" class="secondaryColor" style=""&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;这&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;街上太拥挤　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;太多人有秘密　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;玻璃上有雾气在被隐藏起过去&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;你脸上的情绪　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;在还原那场雨　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;这巷弄太过弯曲走不回故事里&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;这日子不再绿　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;又斑驳了几句　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;剩下搬空回忆的我在大房子里&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;电影院的座椅　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;隔遥远的距离　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;感情没有对手戏你跟自己下棋&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;还来不及仔仔细细写下你的关于&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;描述我如何爱你　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;你却微笑的离我而去&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;这感觉已经不对　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;我努力在挽回&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;一些些应该体贴的感觉我没给&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;你嘟嘴许的愿望很卑微在妥协&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;是我忽略　你不过要人陪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;这感觉已经不对　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;我最后才了解&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;一页页不忍翻阅的情节你好累&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;你默背为我掉过几次泪多憔悴&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;而我心碎你受罪你的美我不配&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;我已经不对　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;我努力挽回&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;分手我忽略后要人陪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;这感觉已经不对　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;最后才了解&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;oh多憔悴&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;而我心碎你受罪你的美我不配&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136); font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; "&gt;&lt;/div&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/9872385-5576473780291402097?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/5576473780291402097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=5576473780291402097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/5576473780291402097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/5576473780291402097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2008/02/wo-bu-pei.html' title='wo bu pei .'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-332324038346980573</id><published>2008-01-20T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T18:21:59.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meant-to-be/not-meant-to-be</title><content type='html'>the perfect song for me (:&lt;div&gt;cos' i'm a crybaby. kidding! =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanted to put "I Still Believe" by Hayden Panettiere,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but come to think of it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what do i actually believe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm having a sudden craving for steamboat &amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after much persuasion, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my mum agreed to bring me there :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeap, i'll go there soon .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but meanwhile, let me share something i've composed (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's meant to be, will be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's not, let it be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't fight for the things that are not meant to be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;instead, smile for the things that make you happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harping on what's not meant to be only makes you unhappy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you often see not what makes you happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Treasure your meant-to-bes &amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;get over what's not meant to be. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you don't know if it's a meant-to-be or a not-meant-to-be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;come to me . lol . no la, i meant to say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just smile &amp;amp; be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you keep thinking of the ugly things, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you'll miss the beautiful ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so people, if there's anything that makes you unhappy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or is troubling you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;take a step back &amp;amp; you'll see things much clearer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i took a step back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; got the whole picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;although i was disappointed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at least i saw what's not-meant-to-be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-332324038346980573?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/332324038346980573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=332324038346980573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/332324038346980573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/332324038346980573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2008/01/meant-to-benot-meant-to-be.html' title='meant-to-be/not-meant-to-be'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-4303340121107567675</id><published>2008-01-20T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T02:26:32.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NGEE ANN POLY!~</title><content type='html'>HELLO :D&lt;div&gt;it's exactly 2am now, at the start of this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i realised i've been staying up rather late these days, playing with my mummy's mac (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways, i have a new blog song!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; it's my song of the month . (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha . although the lyrics doesn't really suit me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i quite like the groove and rhythm of the song .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; what i admire most is that the girl actually has courage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to stand up on her own, dares to be different .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to ngee ann poly with shasha today ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeap. had loads of fun!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i'm not telling you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no la, lazy ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;going to bed, good night! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-4303340121107567675?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/4303340121107567675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=4303340121107567675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/4303340121107567675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/4303340121107567675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2008/01/ngee-ann-poly.html' title='NGEE ANN POLY!~'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-2524238129150187792</id><published>2008-01-18T21:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T22:12:25.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gosh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;firstly, i have multiple things to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my post will be a lil messy,&lt;br /&gt;jumping here and there .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the very very first thing,&lt;br /&gt;i feel so naive . am i stupid or what?&lt;br /&gt;what miracles?&lt;br /&gt;there can be miracles, when you believe?&lt;br /&gt;oh, really?&lt;br /&gt;why did i let myself believe, miracles could happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;think too much, fought too hard.&lt;br /&gt;why did i even bother about thinking of a solution,&lt;br /&gt;when the answer has always been there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid me . silly, stupid me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second,&lt;br /&gt;like what Atticus says, " I don't know of any law that says they can't talk. Maybe if we didn't give them so much to talk about they'd be quiet. "&lt;br /&gt;so . since i can't stop people from saying things that&lt;br /&gt;i don't wish to hear, i might as well calm down &amp;amp; accept them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very often, you will need to hear the hurtful things,&lt;br /&gt;but oh well .. you've to be strong &amp;amp; not let it affect you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atticus, kheng hian &amp;amp; my mum taught me that .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kheng Hian said, " being a leader, your actions are often misinterpreted &amp;amp; misunderstood. so you've got to accept whatever that comes. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm talking about two events here .&lt;br /&gt;so people out there who have been guessing &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;gossiping or whatsoever, come to me. i will answer you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; for those group of people,&lt;br /&gt;well, i won't take it to heart, don't worry (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third,&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you something okay.&lt;br /&gt;(not you, but you.)&lt;br /&gt;being attached doesn't give you the right to attitude me.&lt;br /&gt;it also doesn't make you any superior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so please, stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourth,&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm letting this blog die .&lt;br /&gt;well, it's probably because of school ..&lt;br /&gt;i rarely have time for TV,&lt;br /&gt;let alone my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ..&lt;br /&gt;so sorry if i don't update .&lt;br /&gt;i'll try, maybe once every two weeks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm kind of happy with my life at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;i love my teachers, i love my friends.&lt;br /&gt;all the work keeps me pretty occupied,&lt;br /&gt;so i spend the rest of my time sleeping &amp;amp; reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fifth,&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry for my tone today ..&lt;br /&gt;haven't been quite okay the past few days .&lt;br /&gt;it's all my crazy friends at school keeping me alive .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they make me high &amp;amp; zi-high :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but but .&lt;br /&gt;this is very very very important!&lt;br /&gt;so i'm going to keep it light-hearted :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kranji Choir Presents,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Lion King Musical Medley&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;@ Victoria Concert Hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Date: 20 March 2oo8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Time: 7.30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ticket prices: $10, $12 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Guest performances: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(not confirmed yet, sorry!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i really hope you guys could show us your support because this is Kranji Choir's first public concert ever &amp;amp; .. my last performance (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yeah. we'll be singing songs from the Lion King cartoon like, Can You Feel The Love Tonight, Hakuna Matata, I Can't Wait To Be King, Circle of Life, Endless Night &amp;amp; all-time favourites like Hero (Mariah Carey), When You Believe (Prince of Egypt), Dare To Dream, not forgetting cultural songs like our Hokkien song - Tiu Tiu Dang (the pong-chi song :D), Singapura Medley, a Japanese song (not confirmed), Mu Yang Gu Niang, our SYF pieces &amp;amp; many other Latin songs. It's gonna be a blast because besides singing, we'll be adding some drama &amp;amp; dance into the musical. but of course, singing makes up most of our concert :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i also hope that you would consider the $12 ticket (if you're buying any) because an additional of $2 gives you a better view, a better sound &amp;amp; definitely better enjoyment of the concert. you can get the tickets from any choir members (preferably me! xD )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;alright .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;that's all i have for today, thanks for coming ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;good night!~ :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;PS: i love my twenty-four candycanes (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-2524238129150187792?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/2524238129150187792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=2524238129150187792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/2524238129150187792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/2524238129150187792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2008/01/gosh.html' title='gosh.'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-8415229063301524011</id><published>2008-01-05T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T23:30:33.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;i can do what you want me to, trust me .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it's shocking, how fast things can change :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-8415229063301524011?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/8415229063301524011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=8415229063301524011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/8415229063301524011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/8415229063301524011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-can.html' title='i can .'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-5975992781813299263</id><published>2008-01-05T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T01:05:36.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bye(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;hey everyone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it feels great to be back to school! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;seriously lor .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;though the schedule that our teachers told us was enough to freak us out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we still enjoyed each other's company .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;most importantly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;school occupies most of your time, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;give you work to do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;keeps you busy, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;stops you from idling &amp;amp; occupies your thoughts (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;that's not all .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i have really wonderful teachers can!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;let me share with you guys :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;english - ms ratna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;chinese - ms yeo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;e/a maths - mr mike teo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;literature - ms audrey lee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ss/hist - mrs ram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;chemistry - mr lim yuen tuck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;physics - mr malek &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;COOL right!~ :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i know .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;right, the song that you're listening to right now;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Tattoo by Jordin Sparks :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i heard the song on the radio like, 1 month ago ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;amp; i really liked it .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but before that, it was cindy's blog song .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;amp; when i saw the lyrics, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i was like, ewwwww . so not me .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;esp. this line, "you're on my heart just like a tattoo. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;gosh . ewwwww X3 (sorry cindy =/)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but today . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i seriously have no idea why, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but it kind of suits my mood since .. two weeks ago?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i even set it as my ringtone lor .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(ask those people in camp, they think it's super noisy :/)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i like it alot, &amp;amp; i hope you like it too :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the lyrics are towards the end of my post,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;because before the lyrics i would like to share something with all of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this is a conversation i happened to know about ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i found it very heart-warming &amp;amp; would like to archive it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;because nothing much was said between the two of them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but it's surprising how much were conveyed..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- the history of the conversation was that the guy &amp;amp; the girl were teasing each other about something, i think . here it goes ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;girl: *smiles*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;guy: *places two of his fingers close to his face, making a twist-sign*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;girl: *grins*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;guy: *a bigger twist-sign*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;girl: *gives up &amp;amp; looks away*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;guy: *a even bigger twist-sign*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;girl: *slaps her forehead &amp;amp; sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;guy: *grabs her hand &amp;amp; chides her for being silly*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;girl: *turns around &amp;amp; walks away*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;guy: *sat there motionlessly, knowing she will come back*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;girl: *pauses after a few steps, back still facing guy, tears trickling down.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;to be continued ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well, i'm not sure if it's accurate,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but . oh well, i happened to know about it anyway .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i believe it wasn't the teasing that made the girl want to leave,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;if not she wouldn't have tears trickling down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i believe the guy would have stopped her,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;perhaps he knows she will come back?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;lol, i'm confused. haha .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyway, you guys can go &amp;amp; decide what happens next,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;because i really do not know what's next .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;whether the girl decides to come back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;or the guy decides to leave,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;or they end up being together again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it's all up to you people :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i just find it sweet. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so that's all i have today, thanks for reading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;here's the lyrics of the song ;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, oh, oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No matter what you say about love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I keep coming back for more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Keep my hand in the fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sooner or later, I'll get what I'm asking for&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No matter what you say about life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I learn every time I bleed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That truth is a stranger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Soul is in danger, I gotta let my spirit be free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To admit that I'm wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And then change my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorry but I have to move on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And leave you behind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[Chorus]I can't waste time so give it a moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I realize, nothing's broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No need to worry 'bout everything I've done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Live every second like it was my last one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't look back, got a new direction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I loved you once, needed protection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You're still a part of everything I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You're on my heart just like a tattoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Just like a tattoo, I'll always have you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'll always have you, I'll always have you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm sick of playing all of these games&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's not about taking sides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When I looked in the mirror, didn't deliver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It hurts enough to think that I could&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop&lt;/strong&gt;, admit that I'm wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And then change my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sorry but I gotta be strong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And leave you behind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Just like a tattoo, I'll always have youI'll always have you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[Bridge]If I live every moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Won't change any moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Still a part of me and you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will never regret you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Still the memory of you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marks everything i do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[Chorus x2]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just like a tattoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'll always have you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-5975992781813299263?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/5975992781813299263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=5975992781813299263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/5975992781813299263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/5975992781813299263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2008/01/bye.html' title='bye(:'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-406546577360912333</id><published>2007-12-31T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T01:40:33.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAMP(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;this may be my very last post for the year ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;or the first post of next year . so . yeap .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;depends on how you intepret it . haha . (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR! :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(my clock just struck twelve.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;may everyone have a blessed year ahead . (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;well .. i'm actually in my study, &amp;amp; my tv's in my room ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so it's kind of quiet ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my mum's not home and . yeap .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i welcomed 2oo8 alone .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(not really alone, except for some friends on msn :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;* i wonder if this signifies independence? haha . lame -.- *&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;this thought just brings me back to the scene last year,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;where i had just came back from my aunt's place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;highing &amp;amp; whatever . 1am . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&amp;amp; that fateful moment i was signed on to msn was the start of my nightmare .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my dear EX-PRESIDENT, mr lim tianjun spammed me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;with his &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;super awful out-of-tune singing+screaming&amp;amp;shouting .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I guess he was SUPER high . i can imagine him jumping on the bed with his sister . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;lol! haha . ask eekie, we had the same nightmare :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;before that, during the day, was a super-heated conflict at home .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hmmmmm . come to think of it, maybe we didn't start the year right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;that's why it all ended like that .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i really hope it will be a better year, with more smiles &amp;amp; love please .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;alright!~ said so much, time for new year resolutions! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hmmmmm . i'm not greedy, just a few will do . here they are ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ONE. - to hit my targets for o's of course . &amp;amp;, i want to study in peace, i really hope nothing bad comes up . (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;TWO. - family gatherings to be better than as it is now, more people, less awkwardness .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i don't expect things to be the same, but well . just give me a miracle .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THREE. - everyone around me to be cheery always, my friends to hit their own targets :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;FOUR. - well .. a miracle . i'm not sure if it will happen, i'm still praying . (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;FIVE. - my baby cousin to be healthy! :D i'm so excited can! although it's a boy, it's alright! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SIX. - MORE DONUTS+SWEETS+B&amp;amp;J+CANDYCANES! (: awwww .. love &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SEVEN. - MORE SMILES, LOVE, FAITH &amp;amp; HOPE in my life (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[ not that i don't have them . maybe it's not me . ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;alright . just seven . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;eh . i thought it was supposed to be new year RESOLUTIONS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;since when it became wishes for the new year? lol .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;okay . done with my new year resolutions+wishes .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;let's do some thanking . especially for camp (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;my camp is finally over, &amp;amp; it actually turned out in a way i never expect it to be . it was great . i had loads &amp;amp; loads of fun .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;but of course, i wouldn't have made it without these people .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;thanks so much guys .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;first on the list, kheng hian .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- well . he was my second camp commandant, &amp;amp; he was there to solve the problems with me, all my crop-ups . he was there to spur me on at times i felt like giving up . he was there everytime my proposal was rejected . thanks bro! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;next, huisian .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- although she wasn't there with us during camp, she did a lot of work during preparation . she helped me a lot with the proposal, getting the materials &amp;amp; more .. she was there when i broke down, she was there when my proposal was rejected . thank you auntie . haha . opps :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;cheehow .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- this guy gave me a lot of support . even when i didn't do things right, he said it's alright . he scolded me when i threw my temper &amp;amp; said i wanted to give up .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;he helped entertain the choir when there were crop-ups . he never said no . thank you, really .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;germain .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- thank you for supporting me, for highing with me &amp;amp; doing such a great job in leading your group . ily girl! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;danielle .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- thank you so much my dear, i would be worrying if it weren't for you &amp;amp; mary .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;you two did a terrific job in handling the food . also, for 'that' thing, if it weren't for your support &amp;amp; the comm's support, i would have just falter . ily girl! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;maryann .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- thank you so much as well! you two are my best food logis! haha .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;also, for joking every single time you see me, keeping my spirits high :D ily too girl! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;eekie .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- thank you so much for the superb video! we definitely embarrassed tianjun to the fullest! haha . he will never call us puny ever again . also, thanks for the screams . lol . it kept the commitee &amp;amp; the choir SUPER high . i really did feel like it was my concert, remember? lol! ily too! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;whaiee &amp;amp; felicia .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- thank you so much girls! :D i suck at stock-taking man .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;with you two around, everything was neater . whaiee : your game was super cool . great job! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;jiaying .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- thanks for getting your group high at the very beginning, sorry that it was small in numbers . also, for hushing the choir whenever they get too high &amp;amp; i want to speak . ily girl! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;as for the rest, i will keep it short (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- game masters : thank you for all the laborious planning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- group leaders : through their reflections i can tell they feel attached to you! well done! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- logistics : thank you for all that last-minute buying &amp;amp; getting stuff . esp shiyong . sorry, it's been hard on you ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- my entire comm for supporting me &amp;amp; the nightwalk! the kids enjoyed it can! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- seniors : for coming . tianjun for getting me covered with flour -.- chongren for his enthusiasm, james for his really-very-nice chicken wings, cheryl &amp;amp; lin shan for coming even though they were SUPER tired . wen ting for comforting me :D the rest for coming .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- teachers : for all your support, i wouldn't have made it without you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- ncc : for your water dispenser :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- daddy : for your caterer friend, &amp;amp; waking up early in the morning to fetch me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- mummy : for all your advices . ily! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&amp;amp; .. you . you know why &amp;amp; what . (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;okays . i think you guys are falling asleep .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i'll stop here . this thanking part is meant for the people i want to thank, anyway (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;have a good night &amp;amp; happy new year! 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href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2007/12/camp.html' title='CAMP(:'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-3127664528006654696</id><published>2007-12-16T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T17:38:29.358+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics(:'/><title type='text'>teardrops on my guitar .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The song you're listening to ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Teardrops on my guitar&lt;/u&gt; &lt;em&gt;by Taylor Swift&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That I want and I'm needing everything that we should be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And she's got everything that I have to live without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Drew talks to me, I laugh cause it's so damn funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That I can't even see anyone when he's with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He says he's so in love, he's finally got it right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;strong&gt;He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Drew walks by me, can he tell that I can't breathe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And there he goes, so perfectly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The kind of flawless I wish I could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She'd better hold him tight, give him all her love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Look in those beautiful eyes and know she's lucky cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I drive home alone, as I turn out the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll put his picture down and maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Get some sleep tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The only one who's got enough for me to break my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He's the time taken up, but there's never enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And he's all that I need to fall into..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see.&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/9872385-3127664528006654696?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/3127664528006654696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=3127664528006654696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/3127664528006654696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/3127664528006654696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2007/12/teardrops-on-my-guitar.html' title='teardrops on my guitar .'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-1016002339432288735</id><published>2007-12-11T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T23:45:26.439+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slipped away .'/><title type='text'>stars .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;on friday night, saturday morning - 1:26am .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;just when i saw about to turn in after a very melancholic episode of drama,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;when i looked out of the window, i saw a star .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a bright, shiny, shimmering star .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;just one . one star . twinkling on its own . alone . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;without any other stars around her .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i believe it's a female star .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i was so freaking excited! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it's been years since i saw stars up in the sky ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the last time was in australia, 2002 .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so i stared at it for very long, smiling .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it seems like she's smiling too, as if she has something to say .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;there was nothing on my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;absolutely nothing .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i felt so free, so calm . don't know why .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;just when i was about to allow some thoughts in into my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my mum coughed so i turned around .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i pulled up the blanket she kicked away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and turned back to continue to watch my star ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;or to be lost in my thoughts .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;that was the only time i'm allowed to think without boundaries .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but, she was gone .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i only left her for a minute,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and there, she is gone .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i leapt out of bed to go nearer to the window ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;rubbed my eyes and checked, she was really gone .&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/9872385-1016002339432288735?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/1016002339432288735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=1016002339432288735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/1016002339432288735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/1016002339432288735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2007/12/stars.html' title='stars .'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-6826016693693662001</id><published>2007-12-03T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T00:33:54.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true love(:'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr Teo&apos;s wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EMO thoughts and feelings'/><title type='text'>sentimental week (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm back!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i told you i'll be back .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;see? i kept my promise (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;okayys . i've got sooooooooooooooo many things to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;soooooooooo many thoughts &amp;amp; feelings to share ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the past week had been a sentimental week for me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;well, actually not just the past week, inclusive of today .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i said, sentimental, and maybe a little emotional (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but but! i didn't cry, not even a single tear :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;alrighty!~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;let's start with the most recent one .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;firstly, i would like to thank someone special .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the one who was there when i needed someone .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the one who was there when i was stranded with strangers .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the one who constantly reminds me to be a lil` more glam .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[ i think you can infer that this person is SUPER naggy right ? :D ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the one who came to my rescue by bringing my 'secret weapon' *wink* :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the one who was there when others were staring at me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[ although no actions, at least someone was there! :D ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;okay . i can't think of anymore lers .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;let's make it known to everyone .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;is .. my dear ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;JIETING! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tricked, huh ? gotcha! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yeah, we went to Mr Mike Teo's wedding last saturday .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;just the two of us &amp;amp; four sec four girls . [lols, four sec four :D]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;erm, please don't be mistaken .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it's not that Mr Teo only invited us .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;just that got two seats empty, &amp;amp; our class have been pestering him to let us go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so he smsed me on saturday morning, 07:19 AM! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;he said he asked his other classes ler, but no one can make it ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so .. yeah .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it was great fun attending a teacher's wedding!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i mean, it's my first time . (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;jieting &amp;amp; i sat with a bunch of super-funny adults .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mr teo's friends . not only were they funny, they were QUITE evil .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;haha, they mixed a three-in-one + egg alcoholic drink for mr teo &amp;amp; his wife,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but then his buddies helped him, in the end he only drank half a cup .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hahahahaha ! the best thing is he couldn't even stand still lars .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i guess it was really strong, he didn't even answer us when we asked him about the formula of the area of triangle . good luck mr teo! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;last thursday was insane for me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i suffered hell, for a moment i thought i was going to faint .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it was my GASTRIC ATTACK -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;super painful can . i tell you, it was the worst of all .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i was in westmall with huisian ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&amp;amp; then we saw a super long queue in subway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so huisian suggested to go look for my uncle before coming back .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;who knows! the queue was longer when we went back -____-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it was already 1.45pm &amp;amp; i've not eaten anything for the entire day .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i was already feeling a lil` dizzy when we were on mrt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&amp;amp; what was worse was that my vision was kind of blurred when i was in school .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yet i didn't think much of it .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;huisian said it was probably because i slept too late the previous night .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;who would have known that it was actually gastric!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&amp;amp; i didn't bring my pills out! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;geesh, huisian got to quickly finish her meal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;abandon my drinks, carry my things, &amp;amp; flagged a taxi to accompany me home .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i almost vomited in the taxi &amp;amp; the lift .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the taxi-uncle was yakking all the way can!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm already feeling very uncomfortable ler, ultra-dizzy .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yet he kept asking questions and complaining about his daughter .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i mean, i understand that he was being friendly &amp;amp; such ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but then, couldn't he sense the urgency?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;anyway, once back home . i went straight to my bed &amp;amp; i couldn't get up after that .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;she went to get lunch for her brother &amp;amp; made porridge for me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;thanks girl :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;now here comes the emotional part ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i wouldn't want to be saying everything single thing out here ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i mean, people who know me should know i hate people to take pity on me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;just that, i've been feeling very heartbroken .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;after witnessing so much . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;she's like that . you're also like that . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i know i shouldn't be saying all these, just that i had enough .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the both of you . please, stop .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i don't know if it's the pressure that you're given, &amp;amp; that you have no where to take it out on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but . must you treat him this way ? surely there are better ways to solve the problem ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i know i'm just a kid &amp;amp; i have absolutely no rights to tell you what to do .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i don't really understand how you both are feeling, i'm not up to where you are now .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but i just hope you both can be a little forgiving and less calculative for now .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;now that this has happened, can't you guys be a little .. magnanimous ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;save the arguing for later, don't you think we should stand together to give the other him our support? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;he seems so strong, he doesn't want us to worry . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;he thinks he can handle this on his own .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;do you really think so ? i bet he must be feeling damn helpless .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;he's not saying anything . he's a guy . he has his pride and his ego .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i think all he wants is for us to support him &amp;amp; some peace .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and for her . don't you think she is super stressed out ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;can't you feel it ? my heart breaks whenever i see her like that .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you people say it's only words that i contribute,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;that i don't go over to accompany her ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;don't you people ever realise, when she was all alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;stuck between them, i was there ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you don't see it because you weren't there ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;she's the one that suffers the most .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;that's not all .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i get scolded &amp;amp; accused when i was purely trying to help .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i feel that you should reflect ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i mean, i do say things that i regret sometimes too ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&amp;amp; i understand that you were super pissed at that moment ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but you've hurt me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;that's a fact that will not change .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;not only me, and her too .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;for so many freaking months we have been stuck in these turmoil,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;we told ourselves to keep the harmony &amp;amp; not get affected,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;we told ourselves to stay united no matter what .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;now look, what the hell is happening ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;when will life get better for us ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i attended a social gathering a few days ago,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and i realised that actually ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;some adults are far way more careless with their words than us .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;they too, do loose talk .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;maybe it's because it's us (kids) that they are facing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;that they are talking too, so they don't really think much of us ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you know, you don't really have to be so formal with a kid .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but . it's at the expense of my impression of them .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;well, maybe it's worthless .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i mean, my impression of them . lols .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but oh well, for goodness' sake, just hold your tongue .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you may never know if you will meet this person again .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;he/she may be your boss, you may need him/her to do you a big favour .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you know what i mean ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i admit, i do say things that i regret sometimes .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sometimes, i don't hold my tongue .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so i take this chance to apologise .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sorry to all that i may have offended in the past .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i know i'm straightforward and crude .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm really sorry .. i realised it's really ugly now ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;now . to the papers .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i just read about people in some countries who included whale meat curry in their lunchboxes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;please, whales are endangered creatures .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;these people are hopelessly cruel .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i mean, shark's fin is cruel enough .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;imagine someone cuts your nose &amp;amp; throw you into the sea &amp;amp; let you die there .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;although it makes a really good dish, it's still inhumane . to me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i've tried it when i was young &amp;amp; i loved it loads .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but ever since i saw the documentary on how people kill sharks for their fins,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i stopped . totally .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;there are times where i wanted to eat .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but images of red, bloody sea remained fresh in my mind .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm often asked by people, " please la, don't be stupid, you think you can make a difference? they already killed the sharks . "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i believe i can . so don't question me anymore .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm not forcing people to follow suit, my family can have shark's fin soup in front of me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'll just keep quiet . but from time to time, i'll do my part to brainwash them .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and my family has accepted me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so when the entire family has accepted me for what i am doing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i don't see why you can't .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i get really pissed if you ask me to eat .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;or psycho me to eat . or TRICK me into eating ANYTHING RELATED TO SHARKS .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;especially shark's bone soup .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm not dumb . you get me ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sorry for being so offensive, i just dont like it when my views are not respected .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;back to topic . now whales &amp;amp; sharks . even hitting seals has become a sport for sickos .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;next time what ? the gentle little dolphins ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it's not that i'm noble, i do eat meat .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i only feel that we should protect the endangered .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it's not like the whales are breeding like the chickens, is it ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;okayy . after being so emotional ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;now some happy stuff (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;was just flipping through the papers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and i read about the news of a couple who are in their sixties &amp;amp; seventies ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;restaging their wedding to commemorate their 5oth anniversary .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;once again, they were walking down the aisle .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it's just so sweet . haha .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i begin to realise .. and coming up with MY definition of true love .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;last time people asked, what's love? or rather what's true love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i too, asked myself . what's the definition of true love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i couldn't find the answer, so i told myself .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;there ain't any definition for true love . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it's such something you can't describe .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;well, now after reading the article [ &amp;amp; a couple of dramas :X ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i can .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I feel that;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;True love is when you've found someone you can grow old with,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;the one who holds your hand when you are fat &amp;amp; wrinkled, and say you're beautiful .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The one who makes your walk down the aisle an eternity .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[PS: it wasn't in the article, and it wasn't copied . (: ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yes, jie**** says i'm super long-winded .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and i agree . see ? i told you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;many many many thoughts and feelings .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&amp;amp; i just realised it's 12:01 AM . lols .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;good night, maybe morning to all .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hope you have a great day ahead &lt;3&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/9872385-6826016693693662001?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/6826016693693662001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=6826016693693662001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/6826016693693662001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/6826016693693662001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2007/12/sentimental-week.html' title='sentimental week (:'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-8589325541813717256</id><published>2007-12-03T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T16:23:22.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;okays . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i know i'm supposed to update ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but i just have TOO many things to say ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so let me go do so homework, so i'll feel less guilty .. haha.. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;will be back, i promise! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i let go of you, like how a lil` kid let go of her kite .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-8589325541813717256?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/8589325541813717256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=8589325541813717256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/8589325541813717256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/8589325541813717256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2007/12/sorry.html' title='sorry!'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-8244335108754417829</id><published>2007-11-26T23:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T23:58:08.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hey people!&lt;br /&gt;i know i haven't been updating ..&lt;br /&gt;just that i'm a little busy with perfecting my proposal for choir camp .&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; now it's been accepted! ;D&lt;br /&gt;eeeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyha! *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays . so here's a little something to make up to you guys ..&lt;br /&gt;actually, i'm cheating (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, ENJOY! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Were Nice This Year&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/wereyouanaughtygirlornicegirlthisyearquiz/nice.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Were 35% Naughty, 65% Nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so you weren't *entirely* nice this year&lt;br /&gt;But Santa doesn't expect a modern girl to be perfect&lt;br /&gt;You were good enough - and you'll be rewarded for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/wereyouanaughtygirlornicegirlthisyearquiz/"&gt;Were You a Naughty Girl or Nice Girl this Year?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Need Some Orange in Your Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolordoyouneedquiz/orange.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange will make you feel open, lively, and artistic.&lt;br /&gt;And with a little orange, you will project an aura of friendliness.&lt;br /&gt;If you want bolder experiences, you've got to get a little orange in your life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For extra punch: Combine orange with red or yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The downside of orange: It's too powerful and unusual for some people to deal with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The consequences of more orange in your life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will become more creative in almost every aspect of your life&lt;br /&gt;You will find humor in the most serious and dismal situations&lt;br /&gt;You will feel like life is exciting, even when you're doing ordinary things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolordoyouneedquiz/"&gt;What Color Do You Need?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Paint Your Room Blue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyoupaintyourroomquiz/blue.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peaceful and soothing, blue rooms have been known to reduce blood pressure.&lt;br /&gt;Your blue room will encourage deep rest and great sleep.&lt;br /&gt;A blue room is the perfect oasis for a stressful life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyoupaintyourroomquiz/"&gt;What Color Should You Paint Your Room?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i don't want!~ i want it white with light pink!~ :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Phish Food Ice Cream&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatflavorbenandjerrysicecreamareyouquiz/phish-food.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been described as gooey and fudgey. Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavorbenandjerrysicecreamareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flavor Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;YES!~ my FAVOURITE! :D YAY! gooey &amp;amp; fudgey ? who cares ?! it has got MARSHY-MALLOWS SWEETIE! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;okay . that's all for now .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;see you people again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(yes, i am seriously high today :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tata~! love ya &lt;3&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/9872385-8244335108754417829?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/8244335108754417829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=8244335108754417829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/8244335108754417829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/8244335108754417829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2007/11/sorry.html' title='sorry!'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-5145626011660624173</id><published>2007-11-13T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T20:56:27.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friends .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Recently, I've been rather confused about the definition of friendship, or rather, the makings of a friend. I'm saying, a true friend . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I have so many doubts and definitions that I would like to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Please help enlighten me (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Are friends people who share your joy and sorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;or people who are always there only when you are down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Are friends people who can sense that you're troubled,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;or are they people whom you have to confide in in order for them to actually notice that you're troubled?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Do friends see through your pretenious smile and do things to make it real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;or do they play along to help hide your sorrow with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Are friends people who allow you to vent your frustrations on without even a single word of complain or do they shout back and say you're being ridiculous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Do friends really understand what you are going through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;or do they just sympathise with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Are friends people who give you advice when you confide in them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;or do they just keep quiet and give you a sympathetic look?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Are friends people who would scold you from head-down when you are doing the wrong thing or do they support you in whatever you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Would you accept a scolding from a friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;or would you argue back to say you're right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Would you say something so harsh to make your friend cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;or would you cry when your friend says something harsh about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Would your friend do something to you even when they know you don't like it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;or would he/she respect you to not do things you loathe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Are friends people who would try their very best to outshine you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;or are they genuinely happy for you when you are outstanding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Are friends people who make use of you in order to achieve something,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;or people whom you make use if in order to achieve something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Do your friends accept you for who you really are even when you really suck,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;or are they people who are constantly trying to make you change for the better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Are friends people who tell you that the pink shirt you're wearing sucks totally,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;or are they people who tell your friends your fashion sense sucks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are friends people you gossip with? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gossip about? Refuse to gossip about?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People who refuse to gossip about you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People who protect you when others gossiped about you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People whom you protect when others gossiped about him/her?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or people your other friends gossip about?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;What does it take to be someone's friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;How long does it take to be someone's friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;How would we know if someone is your friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;How would we know if you've found the person you can rely on no matter what happens, good or bad, life or death?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The one whom you would think of going to when you are feeling really terrible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The one who turns up at the right time when you are feeling really terrible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The one who gives you freedom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The one who gives you chances to shine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The one who will genuinely be happy for you when you shine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The one who will never try to outshine you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The one who wants only the best for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The one who will never feel insecure with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The one who protects you when people say things about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The one who would NEVER gossip about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The one who stands up for you whenever you are bullied/insulted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The one who stands by you even when the most popular guy/girl/teacher hates you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The one who will never ignore insults/darts directed at you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The one who makes sure you will not skip your meals?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The one who pops up at your place when you are sick in bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The one who tells you everything that happened in school when you are too sick to join in the fun, making sure you are not left out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The one who calls you up every now and then just to make sure you are fine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The one who just wants you to be happy before finding out what happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The one who is freaking eager to find out what happened so that he/she can offer you advice to solve your problem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The one who misses you when he/she is enjoying him/herself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The one who loves you for who you really are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;[woah . rest assured i'm not talking about a soulmate .. lols .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm talking about a true and reliable friend you can count on ..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;If so, I guess it takes a lot to be a friend . Wait, i'm talking about a true friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyone who likes you can be your friend. But a true friend? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It doesn't come easy .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;According to my mummy, my aunts and my cousins [specifically the girls in my family], the one you think is your true friend often end up hurting you because he/she is the one you cared most for and who cared for you most. A friend may even betray you after seven years of friendship simply because of a guy/girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;a status, a position, a sum of money. Thus, if i were to go according to these strict terms I've listed today, .. I can't really affirm who my friends are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I choose to believe it isn't this tough to be a true friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;because if so, I don't think I am capable of being a true friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So, what's YOUR definition of friendship? what's YOUR makings of a friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A true friend . Make my vision clearer . Enlighten me . Clear my doubts . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Make me believe the world isn't so bad that there can never be many true friends around ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;[PS:if your definition is too long, you can reply me in your post. haha ;D my bestie jieting has already told me her point of view, it's your turn!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it hurts to know .. that my special friend isn't as special anymore ..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-5145626011660624173?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/5145626011660624173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=5145626011660624173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/5145626011660624173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/5145626011660624173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2007/11/friends.html' title='friends .'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-5335693308518703025</id><published>2007-11-09T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T21:20:22.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>myskiesareturninggrey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's the openhouse tomorrow .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;everything is finally done-up nicely .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;everyone is relatively happy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;waiting excitedly for tomorrow's show .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but why don't i feel the same?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I guess, it's hurting inside .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;well, perhaps i'm not alone .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i get accused of hiding &amp;amp; avoiding,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;when my intentions are good .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i've thought of a solution long ago,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i just didn't want to say it out .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;why can't i do the solo tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;why did i say no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;why ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;talked to ms lee today .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;told her everything .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;she supports my decision .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so what's holding me back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i dont know ;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i know is that i will never stop smiling (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happened to chance upon this song just now,&lt;br /&gt;found it very meaningful ..&lt;br /&gt;i like it a lot . enjoy! ;D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will You Wait For Me by Kavana&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to talk with you again,&lt;br /&gt;Why did you go away?&lt;br /&gt;All our time together still feels like yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd see&lt;br /&gt;A single day without you,&lt;br /&gt;The things we take for granted,&lt;br /&gt;We can sometimes lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I promise not to feel this pain,&lt;br /&gt;Will I see you again?&lt;br /&gt;Will I see you again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause time will pass me by,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll never learn to smile,&lt;br /&gt;But I know I'll make it through,&lt;br /&gt;If you wait for me...&lt;br /&gt;And all the tears I cry,&lt;br /&gt;No matter how I try,&lt;br /&gt;They'll never bring you home to me&lt;br /&gt;Won't you wait for me in heaven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember how it was?&lt;br /&gt;When we never seemed to care,&lt;br /&gt;The days went by so quickly,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I thought you'd always be there...&lt;br /&gt;And it's hard to let you go,&lt;br /&gt;Though I know that I must try,&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've been cheated,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we never said goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I promise not to feel this pain,&lt;br /&gt;Will I see you again?&lt;br /&gt;Will I see you again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause time will pass me by,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll never learn to smile,&lt;br /&gt;But I know I'll make it through,&lt;br /&gt;If you wait for me...&lt;br /&gt;And all the tears I cry,&lt;br /&gt;No matter how I try,&lt;br /&gt;They'll never bring you home to me&lt;br /&gt;Won't you wait for me in heaven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;and I need to know...&lt;br /&gt;Will you wait for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause time will pass me by,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll never learn to smile,&lt;br /&gt;But I know I'll make it through,&lt;br /&gt;If you wait for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the tears I cry,&lt;br /&gt;No matter how I try,&lt;br /&gt;They'll never bring you home to me&lt;br /&gt;Won't you wait for me in heaven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And time will pass me by,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll never learn to smile,&lt;br /&gt;But I know I'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;If you wait for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-5335693308518703025?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/5335693308518703025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=5335693308518703025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/5335693308518703025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/5335693308518703025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2007/11/myskiesareturninggrey.html' title='myskiesareturninggrey.'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-5111347511759142339</id><published>2007-11-05T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T21:30:09.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PISSED.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;freak . today is just not my day .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;freaking pissed .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so freaking pissed .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;pissed. upset. discontented. disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;frustrated. anxious. irritated. agitated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;remorseful. regret. worried. hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you name it .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i have it all today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i don't know what to say;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;perhaps i just needed a place to say it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;verbally 'attacked' by some b .. i mean, someone today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yet i couldn't defend myself due to &lt;strong&gt;unforeseen circumstances&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it's so freaking unfair, no one reliable was there .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(&amp;amp; PS: this was just &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of the things that happened today.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&amp;amp; at the point i was going bonkers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;no one was there .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;people who said they would be there weren't,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;well, at least two were .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;people who didn't say they would be there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;obviously were not -____-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so i would like to thank my bestie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;for being there for me to vent my frustrations .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;thanks jieting :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(but it's a two-way street la huh ..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;although she called at the right time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;she was talking about something else ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but it's okay, at least she kept her promise (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&amp;amp; shasha :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;although we didn't really say much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i could sense your pain too .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it will blow over soon, hopefully ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;thanks syairah! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;girlfriends rule the world!~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;crazy mood swings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;whatever you say .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;bet you would react like that if you were me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; human politics .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the way the human world operates with such drama .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh well, i guessed my mood has been calmed down by these two buddies :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&amp;amp; of course, blogger (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yesyesyes . i vent it out here .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so thanks .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;actually those people who said that they would be there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;erm, can't blame them la huh ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;they are very busy now ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yeah, and at least they were quite concerned before their exams :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so erm thanks cheehow, tzeyang and tianjun :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;for caring as seniors and my friends ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;at least from time to time they would sms,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to ensure i was okay .. good enough . (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;well, i can't be so naive either,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i mean, out of so many who say they'll be there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;how many actually do keep their words?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yeah, i do realise i'm acting a little childish here .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;why the hell am i so upset about some stupid words?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;why the hell am i so upset about some insensitive people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;just because they failed my expectations?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;maybe i was too naive . think too highly .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm asking for it .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;why care so much about them in the first place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you would only feel disappointed towards people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;whom &lt;strong&gt;you care for .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;when significant people disappoint you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;only then you will feel the pain .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why care so much?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ain't i childish? yes . naive is the word . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;spot-on . &lt;em&gt;i'm stupid .&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;please don't probe .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm okay . or at least i will be .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i just need somewhere to let it out .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm going crazy .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;please don't ask me if i'm talking about you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm saying, people . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so it's not refering to only one .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so don't ask, i'm afraid i can't answer .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;thanks .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;{flipping through those stuff when i was doing my packing today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;memories and thoughts flashed across my mind .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i would like to say;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;you are a very special friend who holds a very special place in my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and which, will never be replaced. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i will never forget you. thank you, my friend (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(please dont get the wrong idea, this special friend has got nothing to do with today.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-5111347511759142339?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/5111347511759142339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=5111347511759142339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/5111347511759142339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/5111347511759142339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2007/11/pissed.html' title='PISSED.'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-3695443426900009664</id><published>2007-10-27T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T23:16:35.469+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NOT anorexic :D'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pissed'/><title type='text'>wtf!~</title><content type='html'>oh my gosh .&lt;br /&gt;i'm so freaking &lt;strong&gt;pissed&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;freaking pissed with msn ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just can't sign in to msn!~!&lt;br /&gt;oh heaven's sake, someone calm me down ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, maybe it isn't msn's fault ..&lt;br /&gt;because i think there must been some problems with my proxy settings ..&lt;br /&gt;it's been like that since my mum updated our norton security .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haix .. been trying to like repair, &amp;amp; as you can see;&lt;br /&gt;to no &lt;em&gt;freaking&lt;/em&gt; avail .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so people, i'm &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;being lazy kay ..&lt;br /&gt;it's the damn com that disappointing me .. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i would like to share;&lt;br /&gt;the highlight of the week -&lt;br /&gt;(PS:the week ends today/tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ICE-CREAM on IMPULSE (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you may have already guessed,&lt;br /&gt;yes, i bought ice-cream on, erm .&lt;br /&gt;ya, fine . impulse .&lt;br /&gt;but i've got a few good reasons to back it up kay ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE. it was the com's fault .&lt;br /&gt;TWO. certain words upset me .&lt;br /&gt;THREE. i was kind of vexed .&lt;br /&gt;FOUR*. i've been thinking of ben&amp;amp;jerry's even in my sleep(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well .. reason number four is out of the impulse-range ..&lt;br /&gt;but it's still a good reason right!~ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here comes the best part;&lt;br /&gt;i initially wanted to start a healthy diet on&lt;br /&gt;more servings of fruits &amp;amp; vegetables with less meat ..&lt;br /&gt;(to lose weight you see.. &amp;amp; save money :D )&lt;br /&gt;but now i'm left with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TWO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tubs of ben&amp;amp;jerry's in the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well done girl!~ -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here comes the worst part;&lt;br /&gt;i had tuition with my cousin this afternoon,&lt;br /&gt;to help him with his upcoming papers ..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; to reward me, his mum bought me &lt;strong&gt;24 donuts&lt;/strong&gt; from &lt;em&gt;missy donuts&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;most&lt;/strong&gt; of them are my favourites!~ shucks .&lt;br /&gt;my cousin ate two, my aunt ate one, my mum ate one, my dad ate one, i ate two, her maid ate one ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm still left with 16!??~!?~?!?~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; gosh .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how the hell am i going to lose weight you tell me?&lt;br /&gt;luckily my yogurt is &lt;strong&gt;99%&lt;/strong&gt; fat free ..&lt;br /&gt;if not i would really go crazy -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm supposed to be very happy ..&lt;br /&gt;because it's all my favourites ..&lt;br /&gt;BUT . why do i feel like i've sinned? lols .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i'm not anorexic;&lt;br /&gt;it's a girl's instinct to maintain her weight, isn't it? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-3695443426900009664?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/3695443426900009664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=3695443426900009664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/3695443426900009664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/3695443426900009664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2007/10/wtf.html' title='wtf!~'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-3771270712138461354</id><published>2007-10-18T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T21:25:17.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disappointment .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;haix. i'm really disappointed. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;well, i expected myself to score not-so-well due to my poor time management..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;but then . i didn't expect myself to do so badly D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;what's worse is that, i did badly in subjects that i expected quite alot from, &amp;amp; did better than the subjects that i thought i would flunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;so .. am i supposed to be happy? haha . (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;[literary device: irony ;D ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;erm . don't expect me to list down ALL my subjects here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;it's kind of embarrassing you see .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;i mean, i don't want the entire world to know how badly i scored .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;yeah, let's start with chemistry .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;For Chemistry, my standard all along has been like maybe B except for my mid-year which i got an A1 .. so I was expecting at least an A2 this time, before mr lim told us the cruel truth . after mr lim told us it was THAT tough, i dropped my expectations to a B3 .. After I did the paper, I thought I would have just gotten a C5, or worse, F9. But luckily, I've got a B4 .. so not too bad .. I believe it could have been better though . (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;okay, pardon me for a while . why the hell am I crapping about my expectations &amp;amp; what-so-ever on chemistry . gosh . that's dumb . ignore it please -____-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I was actually feeling okay, quite positive over my results ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;But then, somehow . my mum managed to change my mood ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;It just makes me feel so @#!@## to see her disappointed face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Although she didn't say much, I can tell that she isn't pleased at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I mean, there are already enough problems .. yet i am still not capable of making her smile with my results .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Sorry to say, but I feel that no matter how well I do, or how hard I try,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I never seem to be able to reach her expectations .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm not trying to say it's her fault .. but ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Would it be easier if I were to just admit I'm dumb?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;oh well, it's all over . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;so what if i've got 15 marks worth of careless mistakes for a maths?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;so what if i didn't complete my humans papers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;so what if i know how to do the sums now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;it's all over . so no use crying over spilt milk .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Like what Eunice Olsen says,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;" In tough times, you can choose to either wallow in misery or get up and move on ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I will get up and move on . I'm not a loser . I'm not a weakling . (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I'll just gear up &amp;amp; screw all that loose ends &amp;amp; get ready for next year .. ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;in december :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;(hello, now just let me play la . don't make me study when i've just finished my papers can .. lols . somemore first two weeks of holiday are occupied by supplementary lessons and more supplementary lessons .)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;so just reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelax! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;[ i am impressed by the way i can console myself &amp;amp; cheer up with just a blog post . so .. who should i thank? blogger? erm .. haha . ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;so my fellow classmates out there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;don't too sad la hor . we jiayou together! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;-anyways . I have another task on my to-do list . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;It is to try ALL the cakes @ secret recipe, haha (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;right now I've tried chocolate-banana, tiramisu, raspberry cheese &amp;amp; moist chocolate cake. just so you know, the chocolate-banana + moist chocolate cake rocks but the raspberry cheese ____s. yeah . I should have just ordered blueberry cheese . i think it would rock more :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-3771270712138461354?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/3771270712138461354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=3771270712138461354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/3771270712138461354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/3771270712138461354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2007/10/disappointment.html' title='disappointment .'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-8534297533674911842</id><published>2007-10-14T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T00:00:27.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reeeeeeeeeeeeelax! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;eeeeeeeeey-ha! xD&lt;br /&gt;exams are finally overrrrrrrrrrrrr! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can finally &lt;u&gt;reeeeeeeeeeeeelax .&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, sorry for not updating .&lt;br /&gt;really, i am .. haven't been coming online ..&lt;br /&gt;preparing for exams you see . lols .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; sorry for not updating the minute my exams are over;&lt;br /&gt;busy slacking you see (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;butbutbutbutbut. i haven't been playing much ..&lt;br /&gt;well, except for meals with friends &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; bowling session :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been ages since i last bowl.&lt;br /&gt;oh man .. it was freaking fun! xD&lt;br /&gt;ask anyone who went with me,&lt;br /&gt;they tell you how happy i was,&lt;br /&gt;highing all the way!~ (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya . i forgot to tell you who went :X&lt;br /&gt;erm . yuxuan, cindy, wanlin, chrismin &amp;amp; towrong + yangqi!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; . &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes . fine . i have to admit .&lt;br /&gt;i took the lighest ball of all, number &lt;strong&gt;six&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;butbutbut! since six is my lucky number (i know it's kind of cliche -__-)&lt;br /&gt;it certainly brought me luck!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm .. at least i'm better than &lt;strong&gt;THOSE&lt;/strong&gt; bimbos .&lt;br /&gt;opps :X i mean, &lt;strong&gt;THAT&lt;/strong&gt; bimbo (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh . i don't want to waste my time&lt;br /&gt;talking about her . so if you guys want to know&lt;br /&gt;how obscenely she sat while munching her potato chips&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; how she shook her butt while bowling &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; .&lt;br /&gt;how dumb she was when she &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; the ball hard&lt;br /&gt;instead of &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROLLING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; it ..&lt;br /&gt;please check out the others' blogs . i think they did update (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh . why am i so mean?&lt;br /&gt;why, have i become a mean bitch? :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;nononononono .&lt;/u&gt; no way :X&lt;br /&gt;(btw, a mean bitch is a woman who is in total control of herself, right ms ____?)&lt;br /&gt;*grins :D*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways . i'm so excited!~&lt;br /&gt;cheeeeesemin is coming over to my house tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;for a &lt;u&gt;movie marathon&lt;/u&gt;!~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOOHOOOOOO (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait dude xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe .. since everyone is so happy today,&lt;br /&gt;let me share a poem i wrote! okay?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, well .. it's around .. erm, say ..&lt;br /&gt;three weeks ago ..&lt;br /&gt;here it goes .. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;A place I thought was the safest&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a place where I can no longer speak my mind,&lt;br /&gt;A place where ease no longer shines&lt;br /&gt;A place where I thought was the safest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a place where I never think twice about going,&lt;br /&gt;A place where I always felt happy&lt;br /&gt;A place where I thought was the safest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that things have changed,&lt;br /&gt;I think twice about going,&lt;br /&gt;to the place I thought was the safest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather run home to my mama,&lt;br /&gt;bicker with my papa and be a nerd,&lt;br /&gt;than to be at the place I thought was the safest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm too sensitive, maybe I'm paranoid,&lt;br /&gt;or maybe, I'm just plain childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these are my sincere thoughts&lt;br /&gt;and I have to get them all out,&lt;br /&gt;because it hurts, to feel uneasy,&lt;br /&gt;at a place I thought was the safest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe .. nice? xD&lt;br /&gt;give me your comments people!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but please don't read too much in it,&lt;br /&gt;i'm okay . &lt;u&gt;seriously.&lt;/u&gt; lols .&lt;br /&gt;i've persuaded myself to accept it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for all who were always there.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; for you two, only you two know what happened.&lt;br /&gt;please .. don't tell the others if they ask okay?&lt;br /&gt;thanks . i know i can trust you both! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry but i guess i'll reply tags another day!&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna look for another blogskin to replace this.&lt;br /&gt;don't ask why . cos' the sky so high (:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha!~ i think i'm &lt;u&gt;zi-highing&lt;/u&gt; :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;wait . before i go;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i've got an announcement to make .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have a bestie &amp;amp; her name is jieting .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think she rocks . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&amp;amp; I love her for always being there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;cheer up dude! everything will blow over soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;or at least, i will be there! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(hey girl. everytime you feel down or feel like crying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;think about how we laughed &amp;amp; joked about ________)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*wink wink* gotcha! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night folks! &lt;strong&gt;WILL&lt;/strong&gt; update again! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohyes &amp;amp; btw .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;NOTICE TO ALL CHOIR PEEPS: PRACTICE RESUMES THIS FRIDAY, TWO-FIVE. PLEASE HELP PASS THE MESSAGE AROUND, THANKS DARLINGS! LOVE YA! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&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/9872385-8534297533674911842?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/8534297533674911842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=8534297533674911842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/8534297533674911842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/8534297533674911842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2007/10/reeeeeeeeeeeeelax-d.html' title='reeeeeeeeeeeeelax! :D'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-1424921957750451537</id><published>2007-09-09T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T14:55:54.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new blogskin :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hey everyone! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new blogskin + new song (x nice?&lt;br /&gt;haha . erm, actually wanted to put another song,&lt;br /&gt;but then my fingers went to select this instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(okay, i realised i'm crapping)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i should really update, if not kana slapped :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life recently has been kind of calm ..&lt;br /&gt;(well, not with my crazy moodswings of course :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm, with only 12 more days to my MTL paper,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; only three weeks to my EOY, you can expect me&lt;br /&gt;in my books, mugging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you know, sometimes people do feel lazy..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; sometimes when you tell yourself you'll slack&lt;br /&gt;for a lil` while, you usually play for the whole day,&lt;br /&gt;at least, a few hours right .. yeah. i'm TRYING not&lt;br /&gt;to succumb to temptations xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so people! don't tempt me la okays?!~ haha.&lt;br /&gt;(oh ya, my dear cousins, no more blading till the end of EOY~D:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, my main purpose of blogging today is to share something&lt;br /&gt;meaningful. but i realised it's going to be super long,&lt;br /&gt;so i will sacrifice &amp; cut the part where i went out with&lt;br /&gt;my primary schoolmates + teacher. ( awww. sad D:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a few days ago, Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;My mum brought me to visit HER teacher, who is 7 years her senior.&lt;br /&gt;surprised? i am :D&lt;br /&gt;when my mum was in sec three, she taught her. i guess she was&lt;br /&gt;still fresh from NIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last time i saw her was 2 years back, &amp;amp; at that time,&lt;br /&gt;her husband was driving a porsche + they lived in a two-storey&lt;br /&gt;terace house. of course, they had a beautiful house (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this time, it was a even more gorgeous three-storey terrace.&lt;br /&gt;they have 7 rooms, (including the maid's room) and 9 tvs.&lt;br /&gt;you got me, nine hang-on-wall 32-inch LCD tvs.&lt;br /&gt;The master bedroom has got three tvs; one in front of the bed,&lt;br /&gt;one at the reading area &amp; one in the toilet :D&lt;br /&gt;Talking about the master bedroom's toilet just makes me feel so excited.&lt;br /&gt;It has two sinks, &amp;amp; a toilet bowl which costs about 10 plus K.&lt;br /&gt;(well, it aint made of gold, lol.) but it is from japan &amp; has an&lt;br /&gt;auto-cleaning system + a heater.&lt;br /&gt;( i mean, who needs a heater on the seat when we're living in&lt;br /&gt;such a humid country?)&lt;br /&gt;but then again, the auto-cleaning system is COOL. VERY COOL. xD&lt;br /&gt;i regretted not trying; hello? it's a 10K toilet bowl. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shan't talk too much about the pool outside the living room&lt;br /&gt;(but it's super resort like!) and jump straight to the walls.&lt;br /&gt;Don't belittle those walls because the rooms are flushed &amp;&lt;br /&gt;they blend right into the walls. you don't even know there are rooms&lt;br /&gt;until the owner opens them. i'm not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;they even got a bomb shelter -___- they have two kitchens +&lt;br /&gt;two very big fridges. they also have two sons which are i guess,&lt;br /&gt;taken. hahahaha . (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both have a car but here comes the best part;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-HER HUSBAND DRIVES A LAMBORGHINI KAYADO*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like hello?!~ a lamborghini!~ * drops jaw *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm surprised why not a ferrari, since their prices are almost the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but then, i didn't get to wait for him to come back.. if not,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i can see for myself .. how loud is the engine (:&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;well, nevermind. I count myself lucky already, my mum drives. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( &amp; i've sat in an Aston Martin.. )&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;One thing remarkable about this family is that .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;although they are rich, &amp;amp; apparently her husband travels for work,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;their relationship still remains strong after so many years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've seen those who are rich like them, but their families are broken.&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;So what im trying to bring across is that, i've learnt something;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To live such a lavish life is tough, you have to work really hard, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(her husband used to be a scholar) but to maintain happiness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;peace &amp; harmony in the family that lives in it, is a lot tougher.&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;Although mine is a 5-room-flat, i'm contented :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;* by the way, are my words too small? *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-1424921957750451537?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/1424921957750451537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=1424921957750451537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/1424921957750451537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/1424921957750451537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-blogskin-d.html' title='new blogskin :D'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-5892989830377626067</id><published>2007-09-02T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T22:16:20.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;You Have Your Sarcastic Moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howsarcasticareyouquiz/sarcastic-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;While you're not sarcastic at all times, you definitely have a cynical edge.In your opinion, not all people are annoying. Some are dead!And although you do have your genuine moments, you can't help getting your zingers in.Some people might be a little hurt by your sarcasm, but it's more likely they think you're hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sarcastic Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;You Are Cheesecake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdessertareyoumostlikequiz/cheesecake.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Rich, sweet, and simply perfect.You're not boring - you're just the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Dessert Are You Most Like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;haha!~ i love cheesecakes anyway! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Somewhat Mature&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouimmaturequiz/mature-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You definitely act like an adult sometimes, but a big part of you is still a kid at heart.While your immature side is definitely fun, you're going to have to grow up sooner or later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/&lt;a"&gt;Are&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You Immature?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;what the hell .. -__- i should never let my mum see this . haha xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eaeaea;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;You Are a Caramel Crunch Donut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdonutareyouquiz/caramel-crunch-donut.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're a complex creature, and you're guilty of complicating things for fun.You've been known to sit around pondering the meaning of life...Or at times, pondering the meaning of your doughnut.To frost or not to frost? To fill or not to fill? These are your eternal questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Donut Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so my dear friends, is it true? hmmmm . caramel is fine with me, but please, spare me those nuts. i dont like nuts. haha!~ erm Wan Ting! you know what to get for me when you are queueing for donuts now, don't you? donuts without nuts! hahaha xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, i almost forgot :X&lt;br /&gt;To all the seven people in threed who had just left for India yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;i hope you had a safe trip &amp;amp; have fun darlings! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't worry too much about catching up,&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure 3d will be more than willing to help you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, you guys must be wondering,&lt;br /&gt;" i ask her to update she gives me all these crap. "&lt;br /&gt;lols . i've got nothing much to update ma..&lt;br /&gt;so .. give you something to think about lor!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's about me OKAY! ENJOY! xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-5892989830377626067?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/5892989830377626067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=5892989830377626067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/5892989830377626067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/5892989830377626067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2007/09/random.html' title='random.'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-4107596885603720573</id><published>2007-08-12T21:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T21:17:41.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;helloOs (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;just came back from a date with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it's the first time the both of us spent some time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;alone without any other people.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so he took me for some romantic strolling (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&amp; we walked and walked .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;until we were both a little tired.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so he made me stop for while, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&amp; brought me to somewhere dark and quiet.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;he said it's time to try something new today.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i guess he was getting bored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so i went his way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;some time after, it began to hurt .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;even with his "guard" on .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so i told him we'll try something else.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;this time, it didn't hurt that much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but someone happened to walk past &amp; saw us.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it was so embarrassing!~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;after which he sent me home, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i brought him home too .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;then my dad started to "examine" him.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lols :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;after examining, i took off his "guard" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and kept him in the &lt;strong&gt;cupboard&lt;/strong&gt; .. * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;then my mum, dad &amp; i went for dinner @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;somewhere which sells, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- taiwan porridge :/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it tastes so bad that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we all went to cold storage to stock up our titbits :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;( which i'm eating now .. hehe ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;if not i'd be starving! xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*PS. i was talking about my new skates ; i know you were thinking dirty :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-4107596885603720573?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/4107596885603720573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=4107596885603720573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/4107596885603720573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/4107596885603720573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2007/08/helloos-just-came-back-from-date-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-5808558609416240464</id><published>2007-08-08T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T22:28:40.462+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the secret :D'/><title type='text'>the secret :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the secret :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's National Day &lt;strong&gt;EVE&lt;/strong&gt; ;&lt;br /&gt;so as usual, we had our national day celebration :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasn't &lt;u&gt;THAT&lt;/u&gt; fun at first,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;EXCEPT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; dressing for &lt;strong&gt;zhengxun &amp; hidayah&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in the end my friends &amp;amp; i were highing during sing-along ;&lt;br /&gt;shouting in each other's ears while singing ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahahahahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, &amp; i'm definitely so so so proud that &lt;strong&gt;hidayah &amp;amp; zhengxun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;won both the fashion parade &amp; the be-yourself-day! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congrats three-d! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh ya, and stozer :D congrats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i wonder how you talk with all that powder &amp; lipstick on your face..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lols . okay la, limelight stolen :X  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;haha, bleah :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okays, i shall not elaborate any further about the event,&lt;br /&gt;since most of the people reading are kranjians =='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after the whole event;&lt;br /&gt;me, jieting, yenteng, yuling, yinting, huisian, caroline, angela, xiaojing &amp; i-forgot-what-their-names-are (sorry!) went to causeway to catch&lt;br /&gt;first&lt;/u&gt; show of the &lt;/u&gt;first day of the movie that we all have been waiting for ;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;the secret :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to book the tickets &lt;u&gt;immediately&lt;/u&gt; after we reached causeway point&lt;br /&gt;in fear of it being fully-booked since it's the earliest show since the release of the movie :D&lt;br /&gt;( others were in the afternoon )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; teng was correct! the show starts at 1.05pm, but by 12.15pm,&lt;br /&gt;it's all &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SOLD-OUT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;! :O&lt;br /&gt;gosh . jay has such a great impact man . awwww .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went for brunch &amp;amp; chit-chat a little while,&lt;br /&gt;buy some titbits, did some &lt;u&gt;window-shopping&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; poof! we were in the theatre! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i forgot to add ;&lt;br /&gt;that silly yenteng has been counting down since &lt;u&gt;the minute we bought our tickets&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; has been staring at jay's poster while she had her brunch =='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, back :D&lt;br /&gt;so we went in .&lt;br /&gt;- the very first scene was jay's scene ;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; we went .. " awwww . jay! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiya! all in all,&lt;br /&gt;the movie was &lt;u&gt;superb.&lt;/u&gt; no other way to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's a &lt;u&gt;must-watch&lt;/u&gt; :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so gonna buy the dvd and watch again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, partly it's because of jay..&lt;br /&gt;but no, it's because the plot is so great that no one would ever&lt;br /&gt;expect such a twist in the plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jieting &amp;amp; i were guessing about what might happen next,&lt;br /&gt;but most of it didn't come true la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jay &amp; the female lead is like so so so &lt;u&gt;sweet&lt;/u&gt; can ..&lt;br /&gt;it makes you go, " awww .. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; jay seriously went out of his own personality&lt;br /&gt;to play his character. it's true! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JAY! it's a four-star for you! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;so people, please go &amp; support him okay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although there might be some loopholes &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;some logic gaps in the plot,&lt;br /&gt;but the twist is so unexpected that you will just overlook them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, hold your comments till the very last minute of the show,&lt;br /&gt;because just as you start to check your watch,&lt;br /&gt;the twist will begin to seep in ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's one hour and forty minutes show by the way :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least, please go cathay, more comfortable :D&lt;br /&gt;&amp; last last last but not least ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- i .. love jay (: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( teng, share-share la .. haha! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays, now tag replies [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[ wanlin ]&lt;/strong&gt; - thanks! xD of course nice la.. jay leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[ sktwo ]&lt;/strong&gt; - cheer up? yeah.. after my girls outing :D thanks :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[ tianjun ]&lt;/strong&gt; - i was talking about your new bike la dumb . you dare say you didn't go dating with your new bike?! =='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[ wan ting ]&lt;/strong&gt; - so must tag lar! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[ Eekie ]&lt;/strong&gt; - huh? lols .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay .. the end ..&lt;br /&gt;- thanks girls for making my day &amp;amp; cheering me up :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-5808558609416240464?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/5808558609416240464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=5808558609416240464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/5808558609416240464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/5808558609416240464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2007/08/secret-d.html' title='the secret :D'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-5008229210796387543</id><published>2007-08-05T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T16:53:52.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new song :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;new song :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- " bu neng shuo de mi mi " by Jay (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;( i told you i love EMO-SONGS :D )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so so so so freaking nice ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;especially the chorus :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i just love Jay .. none of his songs are NOT NICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;means all are NICE la!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hahahahahaha .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;went for bbq last night for the beijing students..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;held in school lars .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the 2oo6 batch just practically went there to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;help, eat, play &amp; chat :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we went there for three people actually ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- THREE BEIJING STUDENTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;who took care of us when we were there :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;kind of fun, didn't eat much because of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MCFLURRY :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but not all of the 2oo6 batch people went,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;only me, shirlynn, peiyen, alan, stozer, yangzhi, kangchun &amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tianjun - who went for less than 15 minutes to steal food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;before going dating with his new " darling " ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kind of ==' actually ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but still, i had FUN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cos' of germain &amp; ms yong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&amp;amp; the rest lars .. just realised didnt include their names :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okays, end of post -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but then lazy to reply tags .. another day perhaps? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i know you will forgive me, won't you? ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;byes!~ :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-5008229210796387543?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/5008229210796387543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=5008229210796387543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/5008229210796387543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/5008229210796387543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-song-d.html' title='new song :D'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-5393227437997010481</id><published>2007-08-03T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T22:24:31.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>爱笑的眼睛</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;如果不是那镜子&lt;br /&gt;不像你不藏秘密&lt;br /&gt;我还不肯相信&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;没有你我的笑更美丽&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;那天听你在电话里略带抱歉的关心&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我嘟的一声切的比你说分手彻底&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;泪湿的衣洗干净阳光里晒干回忆&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;折好了伤心明天只和快乐出去&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这爱的城市虽然拥挤&lt;br /&gt;如果真的遇见你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;你不必讶异我的笑她无法代替&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;离开你我才发现自己&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;那爱笑的眼睛流过泪&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;像躲不过的暴风雨&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;淋湿的昨天忘记&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;离开你我才找回自己&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;那爱笑的眼睛&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;再见爱情&lt;br /&gt;我一定让自己让自己决定&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;泪湿的衣洗干净阳光里晒干回忆&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;折好了伤心明天只和快乐出去&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这爱的城市虽然拥挤&lt;br /&gt;如果真的遇见你&lt;br /&gt;你不必讶异我的笑她无法代替&lt;br /&gt;离开你我才发现自己&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;那爱笑的眼睛流了泪&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;当一个人看旧电影&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;是我不小心而已&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;离开你我才找回我自己&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那爱笑的眼睛&lt;br /&gt;再见到你&lt;br /&gt;我一定让自己让自己坚定&lt;br /&gt;离开你我才发现自己&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;那爱笑的眼睛流过泪&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;像躲不过的暴风雨淋湿的昨天忘记&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;离开你我才找回自己&lt;br /&gt;那爱笑的眼睛&lt;br /&gt;再见爱情&lt;br /&gt;我一定让自己让自己坚定&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;再见到你&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;我一定让自己假装很坚定&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;here's the lyrics of the song you're listening to ..&lt;br /&gt;i " bolded " practically every single line of the song&lt;br /&gt;because i really really love this song (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it kind of rocks too much :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, don't you think so too? haha *(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please don't say it's super emo (although it is) ;P&lt;br /&gt;but it describes someone who is hurt&lt;br /&gt;and chooses to face it with courage &amp; her smile&lt;br /&gt;instead of whining &amp;amp; crying ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's one of the best emo songs on my playlist kays?! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- okays, update again tomorrow .&lt;br /&gt;having a slight cold, going to rest! ciao! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-5393227437997010481?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/5393227437997010481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=5393227437997010481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/5393227437997010481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/5393227437997010481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='爱笑的眼睛'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-1119485113851051851</id><published>2007-07-27T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T22:25:04.769+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':D'/><title type='text'>ai xiao de yan jing .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hey peeeps! :D&lt;br /&gt;i'm back to update this kind-of-dead blog ; ( keeping it alive okay?! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha :D&lt;br /&gt;yes, i'm happy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's because of the new song in my blog :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take a little while to listen to it, the WHOLE song.&lt;br /&gt;it's called " ai xiao de yan jing " by Vivian Hsu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's my MUST-SING song whenever i go karaoke (:&lt;br /&gt;( sometimes will sing twice lors! ;P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a SUPER EMO song, i must say..&lt;br /&gt;but lols, doesn't emo songs suit me?&lt;br /&gt;don't know leh, i just have a love for them :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though sometimes they make me cry,&lt;br /&gt;but at least they are meaningful &amp; most of the time sincere :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had choir just now ..&lt;br /&gt;choir is doing well, learning our second song since voice-test.&lt;br /&gt;so seniors, don't worry, we won't let it fall :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please come back as &amp;amp; when you like or are free ;&lt;br /&gt;our doors are always open for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; please, it's not that we don't want to plan a bbq for you lors..&lt;br /&gt;i know you know what i mean, seniors (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much is happening in my life now..&lt;br /&gt;just that i've more and more homework coming..&lt;br /&gt;more and more projects.. yeah. that's about it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, more and more faith :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think literature has taught me a very important skill.&lt;br /&gt;not be so naive. &amp;amp; infer from what other people are saying ;&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting reading between the lines .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find myself a little more sensible lately,&lt;br /&gt;haha . not that petty ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(my dear friends, dont you think so? haha . )&lt;br /&gt;esp. that huisian ar! haven't settle scores! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so guys, careful with whatever you say now ar..&lt;br /&gt;i can read between the lines.. and actions.&lt;br /&gt;(dani should know what i'm talking about :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually wanted to introduce the song to you people..&lt;br /&gt;but i realised i ended up crapping so much ..&lt;br /&gt;sorry guys!~ i don't have much to complain or reflect about lately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will update more about my roller-blading+cycling&amp;amp;chatting sunday next time!&lt;br /&gt;ohhs, didn't i tell you? :X&lt;br /&gt;i'm going east coast on SUNDAY! WOOHOO!~ i'm SO going to ENJOY myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya people :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-1119485113851051851?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/1119485113851051851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=1119485113851051851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/1119485113851051851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/1119485113851051851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2007/07/ai-xiao-de-yan-jing.html' title='ai xiao de yan jing .'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-9146543371474082757</id><published>2007-07-15T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T20:56:54.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>choir (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;alrighty!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's update (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been busy lately helping ms ong ( conductor ) with the voice-tests. haha .&lt;br /&gt;okay, let's be honest. i didn't help at all :/&lt;br /&gt;i just sat beside her &amp; confirming her doubts occassionally.&lt;br /&gt;lols. like for example, after a girl/guy go out, she would ask,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" he/she (usually she :D ) just now a bit sharp right? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OR&lt;/strong&gt; --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" she last time what section? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OR&lt;/strong&gt; --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" should put her in alto right? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, that's about all . i just answer according to how i feel lors.&lt;br /&gt;even if we don't agree with each other, still go her way (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ but seldom come to disagreements lars. haha xD ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had choir interview last friday .. it was, erm lol!&lt;br /&gt;everyone who went were like so damn nervous can .. hahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;but results will only be out on tuesday .. nonono --&lt;br /&gt;might not be out on tuesday . might even be later ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so don't pin too much hopes ar people!~ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learnt the very-super basics of touch-rugby on friday ..&lt;br /&gt;it was FUN can! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead of playing the real game &amp;amp; going through theory,&lt;br /&gt;mr siah played a lil` game with us --&lt;br /&gt;errrrrrr . something to do with running in a circle &amp;&lt;br /&gt;PUSH-UPS!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha . but my group smarter, we did squats instead .&lt;br /&gt;lols, not so pain ma! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errrr . to be exact, he played two lil` games with us :D&lt;br /&gt;the other one is his childhood game (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went back &amp;amp; asked my mummy,&lt;br /&gt;it was her childhood game as well! LOLS .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i asked her for the title of the game,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; she replied,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" last time our game no name one lar . you think like now meh, what harvest moon or devil may cry or grand theft auto .. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha . that game was really fun can! :D&lt;br /&gt;although ran like siao, but everyone participated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo!~&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; guessed what?&lt;br /&gt;we finally perspired! yay!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm not mad .&lt;br /&gt;for the past few PEs, we havent been perspiring ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's the use of having PE when you don't perspire right?! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- plus point : 3d had fun as a class! (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, here comes the best part --&lt;br /&gt;* winks *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanting to avoid queueing, dani, ting &amp; me&lt;br /&gt;went to the toilet @ somewhere to change :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one DE!~ haha, smart right? * winks *&lt;br /&gt;don't tell you, later a lot of people go .. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ps. it's not the best part :/ )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since we were all drenched in our perspiration,&lt;br /&gt;jieting went over to the hand-dryer to dry herself :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! okay, please hear me out before you anyhow think .&lt;br /&gt;her back was facing the hand-dryer, body bent slightly,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the cold air ( i REPEAT, it's COLD AIR :D )&lt;br /&gt;went into her shirt, drying her back (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after she is dry, that crazy dumdum insisted on us trying!&lt;br /&gt;she was so excited with her "invention" lars :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dani went to try, &amp; she was dry after a few seconds .&lt;br /&gt;so i also went!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; woohoo!~!&lt;br /&gt;the three of us came out of the toilet D-R-Y! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- maybe you guys can try, but not sure that dumdum got copyright or not lars :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for today folks;&lt;br /&gt;good night! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- oh ya, the song is from music&amp;lyrics ; way back into love.&lt;br /&gt;here's the lyrics! ENJOY! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Way Back Into Love - Hugh Grant &amp; Haley Bennett&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I've been living with a shadow over head&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping with a cloud above my bed&lt;br /&gt;I've been lonely for so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trapped in the past&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just can't seem to move on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been hiding all my hopes and dreams away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case I ever need them &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt; someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been setting aside time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To clear a little space in the corners of my mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* All I wanna do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it true without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been watching but the stars refuse to shine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching but I just don't see the signs&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's out there&lt;br /&gt;There's gotta be something for my soul somewhere&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for someone to shed some light&lt;br /&gt;Not somebody just to get me through 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 wanna 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 again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I guess I'm hoping you'll be there for me in the end :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are moments when I don't know if it's real&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or if anybody feels the way I feel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need inspiration not just another negotiation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* All I wanna 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 if you help me decide again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know that I'll be there for you in the end :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the end - / must watch the movie okay! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-9146543371474082757?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/9146543371474082757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=9146543371474082757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/9146543371474082757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/9146543371474082757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2007/07/choir.html' title='choir (:'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-5818503768855792165</id><published>2007-07-07T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T21:24:35.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;EARTH-DAY ; o7.o7.o7 (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okay, since it's such a special day today, i shall blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;( i blogged le arh, sickening toad, you better update too ;P )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;after watching that documentary about animals being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;trapped in our rubbish &amp; die as a result;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i have decided to pledge deep in my heart to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;as environment-friendly as possible (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it hurts to see them like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;anyways. my life has been great for the past few days..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;thanks to my keesiao clique &amp; so other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&amp;amp; i hope my life will stay like that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;if not better :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh ya! i wore &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;green&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; today :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;from my hairband, to my top, to my shorts (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;see? i so supportive right? hahaha :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hope you guys are supporting it too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;save the earth, protect it cos' it's ours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm sure you wouldn't want to see your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;children living in pollution &amp; trash everywhere..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;people are dying young now;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;what about next time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;think about it, we can do our little bit! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;let's do it together! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okay, nothing else to say now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;take care &amp; byebye :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- in this fairytale, there isn't any prince ; only a knight .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&amp;amp;/saranghaeyo*}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-5818503768855792165?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/5818503768855792165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=5818503768855792165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/5818503768855792165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/5818503768855792165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2007/07/earth-day-o7.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-3483067654433531668</id><published>2007-06-30T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T22:28:30.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>girls' gathering! ;D</title><content type='html'>okie dokie!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i promised .. i shall update &amp; blog about last sunday darlings!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahah ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my emily-ah-yi&amp; jiejies+ yan&amp;amp; jiefu-to-be will not be happy wOrr .&lt;br /&gt;i told them i'll be blogging! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was such a fun &amp; memorable day; how can i ever forget?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so of course got to write in somewhere lars!~&lt;br /&gt;( alrights, let's not talk crap &amp; start! :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last sunday, 24 june 2oo7 ( the day before school reopens ),&lt;br /&gt;emily-ah-yi arranged a supposed-to-be-all-girls gathering&lt;br /&gt;for me &amp; my three other super close cousins(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are like, the only girls in our generation, with like,&lt;br /&gt;many other guys.. so i guess we tend to cherish each other more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope so :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we used to be super duper close,&lt;br /&gt;going out every weekend.&lt;br /&gt;i repeat, the word is 'every'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you know,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes some things just had to happen..&lt;br /&gt;&amp; we drifted further &amp;amp; further apart ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's why i treasured the gathering last sunday so much.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay! i shall not get sooooooooooo emo &amp; start sharing my wonderful day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that silly girl- yan, dragged me out of bed early in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;like around 9.30 to have breakfast with her at lot one.&lt;br /&gt;when i chiong-ed my homework till one last night =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i dont mind, cause she's my best cousin! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went to have mac for breakfast, then went up to watch surf's up&lt;br /&gt;with one of her friend we met there.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell you, surf's up is a must-watch lurh!~&lt;br /&gt;it's super cute &amp; nice :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to jurong east to meet the rest after the show.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the moment i stepped out of the train, emily-ah-yi caught my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahah. so freaking chio can..&lt;br /&gt;one word popped up immediately,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" g-l-a-m-o-r-ous. glamourous. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember that song jieting? dani? cin? muahahahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays back to topic.&lt;br /&gt;this ah-yi of mine is the youngest of all my aunts..&lt;br /&gt;she's modern, trendy, open-minded &amp;&lt;br /&gt;definitely not that kind of gentle girl.&lt;br /&gt;she laughs out loud &amp;amp; can really click with my generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sometimes we don't really take her as our aunt. hahahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; yongzheng was there too ..&lt;br /&gt;together with my xiao-mei-jiejie (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this poor guy was stuck with the girls for the entire day..&lt;br /&gt;being bullied all the time. sorry ar, gorgor ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were laughing very loudly on the train,&lt;br /&gt;with people looking at us as usual :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da-mei-jiejie asked,  " eh emily-gugu, where are we going ar? "&lt;br /&gt;xiao-mei-jiejie,  " yalor, if want go heeren must alight at somerset .. "&lt;br /&gt;me, " plaza singapura must alight at dhoby gnaut. "&lt;br /&gt;emily-ah-yi,  " got feel then alight lor. now my feel havent come, come liao then tell you all. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone : =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's my ah-yi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to taka first before proceeding to heeren for sakae sushi ..&lt;br /&gt;because my ah-yi wanted to get something for her colleague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; after quite some time,&lt;br /&gt;she decided on a branded handphone keychain that costs $65.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah ah-yi. *(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so we went to have sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ah-yi was distributing the wasabi on the different saucers..&lt;br /&gt;so she asked, " who doesnt eat wasabi here? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* yongzheng &amp; i raised up our hands *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest looked at us with that kind of, =.= face.&lt;br /&gt;then my ah-yi said, " both of you get out . "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwhich we went on eating &amp; chatting + laughing out loud till the rest of the restaurant were staring at us . you know, when five girls &amp;amp; a guy get together, you just can't stop laughing, can you? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to order sashimi, so i asked, " anyone here dont eat sashimi? "&lt;br /&gt; * yongzheng raised his hand *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah-yi: " so why the hell are you here?! eat rice worr. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahhahahahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;of course joking one la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry guys .. i'm getting bored here.&lt;br /&gt;cause there are really alot more to say ..&lt;br /&gt;so i take a break &amp; stop here la hor .. i think you guys are getting bored too ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's reply tags another day kay? (:&lt;br /&gt;my tv is calling for me . i got to go (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya around [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-*i'm over you asking me when you know i'm not okay..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-3483067654433531668?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/3483067654433531668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=3483067654433531668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/3483067654433531668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/3483067654433531668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2007/06/girls-gathering-d.html' title='girls&apos; gathering! ;D'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-1849402172340095172</id><published>2007-06-21T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T21:07:08.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>big girls dont cry .</title><content type='html'>big girls dont cry(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new song, nice?&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's time to be a big girl,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; big girls dont cry .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;special song(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays . really nothing to blog sia ..&lt;br /&gt;just glad that school's reopening soon!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i've still got a big pile of&lt;br /&gt;homework behind me .. ;X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh! someone help!~&lt;br /&gt;* okay, i'm being so lame . *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay la, i think i should just reply tags ..&lt;br /&gt;if not later people complain again .. haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sorry if i leave out some ar .. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[ sktwo ]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - okay la.. will take care de, you fifteen le ma? hahahaha ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[ cheehow ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - eh, my thankyou speech for you so long, still want complain orh. haha . (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[ just a mile stone ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - ya la ya la .. *(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[ tianjun ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - what eh! i haven't settle my scores with you lor! my present leh!? hmph . if you really give me rabbit food i'll make sure i skin you alive, mr president sir! ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[ doreen ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - it's okay la .. stozer did want to ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[ wanlin ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - it's okay!~ thank you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[ huisian ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - welcome :D eh, can you people stop saying i slow norts? i faster than you lors . =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[ `crybaby ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - ya la ya la .. xiexie (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[ `jiaying ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - erm .. you are the jiaying from 3b right? or sec two one? haha, thanks anw . (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[ just a mile stone ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - huh? i dont understand :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[ qiqi ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - not only will i call you, i'll make sure you receive a present kay bro? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[ maryann ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - hey mary, there are two things i want to clarify. one; you are a dude . two; i have matured . *winks * :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[ just a mile stone ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - wei, why must you use such a special name to tag ar? just-a-mile-stone four words okay? stone only one word . hahahaha :D ya, bhb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[ `jieting ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - ya .. if only you'd be so punctual to tag everyday dumdum (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[ !germain ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - it's okay! we are getting that book for you soon! * wink *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[ eekie . ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - really arh? dont be like tianjun, bluff me one . hahahaha .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[ doreen ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - neh! update liaos (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[ cheryl ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - waaah cheryl .. want present cannot so obvious one :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[ stone ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - huh? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[ doreen ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - OKAY! must jio me worr! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[ just a mile stone ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - yeah, in the end i finish all (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[ sktwo ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - yeah, but worth it sia (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[ wan ting ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - my sentiments too! one day i want to try donut factory de! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[ eekie ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - you pre-ordered?!@ really sia . lols . you extreme-case lors . haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[ shuang ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - of course la .. i miss you girls too much to miss it . remember our date ar jie! i'm so damn looking forward can .. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[ cindy ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - they are sweet, &amp;amp; i love sweet stuff, dont you know? haha :D you dont chew donuts my dear =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[ stone ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - bo liao ar you .. haha .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[ qiSQUARE ]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - waaaah, need use such a name to tag norts . lols! really? i didnt see you, sorry ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhh .&lt;br /&gt;finally . done! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays . my jieting calling for me liaos .&lt;br /&gt;i got to go .. she will kill me if i dont .&lt;br /&gt;lols, kidding kidding :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you people in school!&lt;br /&gt;THREE MORE DAYS! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-1849402172340095172?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/1849402172340095172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=1849402172340095172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/1849402172340095172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/1849402172340095172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2007/06/big-girls-dont-cry.html' title='big girls dont cry .'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-7696014375801282845</id><published>2007-06-16T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T22:56:22.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh goodness .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who on earth would spend one hour queueing alone for some donuts?&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;ME :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha . you didn't get me wrong .&lt;br /&gt;i really did went to queue for donuts .&lt;br /&gt;it was right after tuition that i had a sudden&lt;br /&gt;urge to have some donuts .&lt;br /&gt;then i suddenly remembered the&lt;br /&gt;missydonut that just started their&lt;br /&gt;business two weeks ago in plaza . (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ..&lt;br /&gt;don't know if it's new or&lt;br /&gt;it's really nice la ..&lt;br /&gt;it seems to have super long queue&lt;br /&gt;everyday .. all day long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway . after one hour of waiting,&lt;br /&gt;i finally get to order .&lt;br /&gt;but then, some of the flavours i&lt;br /&gt;really wanted to try were sold out!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the donut-makers&lt;br /&gt;( they are bakers right? )&lt;br /&gt;were in the process of baking&lt;br /&gt;them .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they wanted me to wait for&lt;br /&gt;another half-an-hour ..&lt;br /&gt;but mum &amp;amp; the rest were waiting&lt;br /&gt;for me to go for pizza ..&lt;br /&gt;so i just had to make do with&lt;br /&gt;the others lor ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's okay! (x&lt;br /&gt;the rest are very nice too!&lt;br /&gt;haahahahahhaha :D&lt;br /&gt;so happy la can ..&lt;br /&gt;so proud too (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but mummy said,&lt;br /&gt;" got difference meh? "&lt;br /&gt;then cousin said,&lt;br /&gt;" breadtalk also got sell? "&lt;br /&gt;dad said,&lt;br /&gt;" eleven dollars you also buy? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sia lar .&lt;br /&gt;disappointing .. ):&lt;br /&gt;lols .&lt;br /&gt;but i know they dont mean it&lt;br /&gt;when i saw them eating .. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-now i no longer have to stand in front of the candyshop &amp; stare ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-7696014375801282845?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/7696014375801282845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=7696014375801282845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/7696014375801282845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/7696014375801282845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-goodness.html' title=''/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-3058612401110479629</id><published>2007-06-10T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T13:45:45.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday (:</title><content type='html'>happy birthday :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to me,&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to me,&lt;br /&gt;happy bbbbiiirthday, happy birthday..&lt;br /&gt;hhhaappppyyy bbbiirrrthhhddaayy&lt;br /&gt;tttttttto ME! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i turned fifteen yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i'm officially fifteen today!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but well, something happened.&lt;br /&gt;to those who know ; good for you&amp; keep quiet.&lt;br /&gt;those who don't ; let it remain a mystery(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, let's get straight to the point!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dear cheehow &amp; huisian came to my house&lt;br /&gt;yesterday to help me celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;well, actually cheehow was here just to pass&lt;br /&gt;me the presents &amp;amp; huisian ; the cake,&lt;br /&gt;but they ended up spending a few hours&lt;br /&gt;in my room just watching me strip (lol :D )&lt;br /&gt;open my presents &amp; chat &amp;amp; make me happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks hor . but i don't care la,&lt;br /&gt;whatever that was said in the room ..&lt;br /&gt;cannot tell anyone else worr!&lt;br /&gt;if not they'll laugh at _____ . hahaha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for my princess' clique ( lol! :D )&lt;br /&gt;sorry we couldnt go kboxing ..&lt;br /&gt;we'll go another day ya? thanks girls&lt;br /&gt;for being so thoughtful (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; as for my keesiao clique.. haha .&lt;br /&gt;we were supposed to go party world&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; party + watch pirates of the carribean..&lt;br /&gt;haix . another day lor!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay guys, please except this to be&lt;br /&gt;a super long post.&lt;br /&gt;cos' coming next is my &lt;u&gt;thank-you list(:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i would like to thank the following people ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheehow :D&lt;br /&gt;- for his fifteen 'happy birthday' smses + about ten more birthday wishes for me.. eh brother, my phone was seriously flooded la can.. lol . for collecting the presents and bringing it to me &amp; keeping me company. hahaha :D for his five packets of sweets ( got marshmallows! ), his pink schnauzer soft toy from more than words ( it's so damn cute i tell you! ), a dark red lipstick ( to be drawn on faces, not lips :D ) &amp;amp; sharing presents with other people ( paiseh ar, cannot write all here, if not other people got nothing to write liaos . haha . ) well .. i guess he is really a nice guy because he treats everyone the same, i believe he would do the same for you if you are his close friend, right cch? (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huisian :D&lt;br /&gt;- for going to plaza, lot one, west mall &amp; causeway to find my present but only to buy it in plaza! hahaha :D, yes giam, i'm laughing at you!(: for.. rushing to my house right after your tuition, keeping me company with all that super lame jokes, buying me a birthday cake, a tiara hairband ( ahhh! it's love la &lt;3 ), a tiara hp keychain, a medium-sized rainbow lollipop ( awww! &lt;3 ) &amp;amp; an Aries membership card =.= LOL . for highing with me the night before &amp; tagging (: xiexie peng you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stozer ;D&lt;br /&gt;- for his sms, his call, a cute little doggie with mittens, a mini candy machine filled with gobstoppers ( can refill one you know(: ), the thirty lollipops ( awww! &lt;3), &amp; the sweet little cards(: ( but you tricked me la can.. say what super easy to unwrap.. of course easy la! it's in a box! =.= ) &amp;amp; being there .. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;james (:&lt;br /&gt;- for his call during his lunch-break ( i'm still mad at you la, you cant even recognise my voice. what jasmine, what jiazhi, what amelia, what teacher?!! =.= ), his ten packets of maggi mee ( haha :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;germain! :D&lt;br /&gt;- for that very very lovely tiara necklace! ( awwwwwwwwwwww . &lt;3 ) even though you didn't call/sms, i believe you remembered. will go out another day! promise! hahahaaha ;D i love you anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kai-ma (:&lt;br /&gt;- for the pink princess cap from hong kong disneyland! ( awwwwwwwww . &lt;3 ) thank you ah-yi, i really like it(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy! :D&lt;br /&gt;- for his hongbao .. haha! i thought you forgot .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jieting! :D&lt;br /&gt;- for her call, her tag &amp; post ( yes, i know! it's in purple! thanks ;D ) for being there.. &amp; cheering me up by consoling(: hahahahha :D we'll go out one day! my pirates of the carribean &amp;amp; men in white! awwwwwwww . ): i love you anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cindy! :D&lt;br /&gt;- for her very sweet sms, filled with love. four o' clock is not late okay.. dont have to fell sorry.. xiexie peng you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yenteng! :D&lt;br /&gt;- for the super punctual sms! thank you ;D zhabor, my party world! hahahaha ;D actually, i thought you forgot lors . lols .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuling! :D&lt;br /&gt;- for her birthday wishes both on sms &amp; msn . arigato!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amelia! :D&lt;br /&gt;- for her not-so-punctual keesiao sms! hahahahah :D hope she's not reading this, she will kill me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;danielle! :D&lt;br /&gt;- for her very encouraging sms . don't worry dude, it's time i grow up &amp; be on my own . of course i will still go to you whenever i need someone . thanks girl (; love ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maryann! (:&lt;br /&gt;- for her sweet &amp; lovely sms . thank you mary! &lt;3 ya too .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eekie! :D&lt;br /&gt;- for highing with me the night before &amp; counting down for me . i love you! ;D ohhs, &amp; for flooding my tagboard with happy birthday ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiao-mei jiejie! (:&lt;br /&gt;- for her very sweet sms .. thank you .. i really thought you forgotten . i love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da-mei jiejie! (:&lt;br /&gt;- for her tag (: sorry ar, too bad, i still like calling you this .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tianjun (:&lt;br /&gt;- for his quite punctual sms/tag &amp; giving me a job to do on my birthday . thank you hor mr . president! ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tzeyang! (:&lt;br /&gt;- for sending his birthday wishes through tianjun cos' he was in malaysia .. thank you! i was touched la seriously, i mean .. i thought you didn't know .. xiexie kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chongren (:&lt;br /&gt;- for his very high sms (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheryl :D&lt;br /&gt;- for her sms &amp; tag .. well, i will love you if you love me ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuxuan! :D&lt;br /&gt;- for her call &amp; tag + msn (: arigato!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guan yeow! :D&lt;br /&gt;- for his very-punctual call (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weisheng! :D&lt;br /&gt;- for his tag .. yeah, i'm older than you! cannot be rude wOrr! ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doreeen! ;D - ah-tooooooooooooooooooot! (x thank you! i'm already a matured girl . haha . yours coming right?! i'll make sure i sms/call you! &lt;3 you could have spoke to me when stozer/james was speaking to me .. nevermind la . i love you anyway! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yangqi! :D&lt;br /&gt;- for his call, thank you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shengkiang! :D&lt;br /&gt;- for his sms + msn birthday wishes .. xiexie! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yanni! :D&lt;br /&gt;- for her tag .. xiexie yanni .. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joshua! :D&lt;br /&gt;- for tagging ( eh, how you know my blog one ar? ) &amp; for participating in the search for my present ( muahahahahah :D i think you were forced right .. lols . ) thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeanjun (:&lt;br /&gt;- for tagging .. ( even though i know cheehow reminded you .. but nevermind . haha . )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smiling gal (:&lt;br /&gt;- for tagging .. thank you, i think the song is nice too .. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; .. mummy ;D&lt;br /&gt;- for making it an unforgettable one, i'm serious . (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end of my &lt;u&gt;thank-you&lt;/u&gt; list! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ but if you realise, i was actually replying some of my tags at the same time! so no tag replies for this post! hehe .. :D ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those whom i've forgotten to put it up, i'm sorry =/&lt;br /&gt;just tell me &amp; i will put it up i promise! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those whom have forgotten ..&lt;br /&gt;it's okay, i still love you anyway! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing how i can spend thirty minutes typing all these :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha . got to go . signing off . see you around! (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-3058612401110479629?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/3058612401110479629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=3058612401110479629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/3058612401110479629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/3058612401110479629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-birthday.html' title='happy birthday (:'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-206956505496710844</id><published>2007-06-06T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T20:21:58.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how to touch a girl .</title><content type='html'>i think (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new blog song!&lt;br /&gt;how to touch a girl by jojo (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's damn nice la ..&lt;br /&gt;i like it a lot .&lt;br /&gt;i think it's kind of true.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahaha ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back for supplementary today again.&lt;br /&gt;maths &amp; chemistry (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun . fun fun &amp;amp;amp; fun ;D&lt;br /&gt;i just love polynomials &amp; acids+alkaline/basses!&lt;br /&gt;uh-oh ..&lt;br /&gt;look what has mr teo &amp;amp; mr lim done to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haix . i just love this two subjects [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not like physics D:&lt;br /&gt;but i will try my best to like it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the sake ..&lt;br /&gt;of pulling my grades up .. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i will! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another typical day has just passed.&lt;br /&gt;but kind of special today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a surprise that i didnt think&lt;br /&gt;i would have.. (:&lt;br /&gt;you know what i mean ..&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaahahaha ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate another lollipop today!~&lt;br /&gt;LALALALALALALA (:&lt;br /&gt;i just love those lollipops!&lt;br /&gt;awwwwwwwwwww .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you think they are just so nice?&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay!&lt;br /&gt;time for tag replies! [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[ see? i keep my promises :D ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[ yuxuan . ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - white nice ma .. really very hurting meh .. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[ Eekie . ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - hahahahahahahaha, yeah! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[ cheehow . ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - yeah, please don't remind me . i don't want to remember .. you guys won't be leaving, no . you won't .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[ stozer . ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - i updated le lar!~ hahaha ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[ wanlin . ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - HELLO! ;D please dont be like them!&lt;br /&gt;flood my WHOLE tagboard! hahahahaha, thanks ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[ cindy . ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - yeah.. i love you too ;D &amp; them of course (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[ zulkimi . ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - i tagged you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[ stozer . ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - ya lar ya lar .. talented people need inspiration right .. lols . you &amp;amp; your literary talent! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[ shirlynn . ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - anytime as long as you treat me! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[ hannah . ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - i really do miss you lor hannah . miss you &amp;&lt;br /&gt;your counselling sessions :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[ zulkimi . ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - can't you sense i'm crapping? =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[ cheryl . ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - okay! thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[ cheehow . ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - sorry .. but i really don't . don't mind&lt;br /&gt;giving me again? hahahaha ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[ zulkimi . ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - you want to die ar?! make me sneeeeeeze! ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[ stozer . ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - i know .. i will . i'm trying to be good you know(: &amp; that's so lame! then i shall tag tag tag you? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[ Eekie . ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - thanks(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[ yijun . ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - hey TWIN! =D maria maria!~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[ stozer . ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - thanks(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[ Eekie . ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - woah . you &amp;amp; stozer got telepathy sia .&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha . always tag me together! lols . (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[ stozer . ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - lols . awww . haha (:&lt;br /&gt;lucky? someone still reluctant to come down lors..&lt;br /&gt;need ms ratna to screamm wOrr! who ar ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[ stozer . ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - sorry lor, i just don't like it ..&lt;br /&gt;chemistry is my love! &lt;3 hahahahaha ;D&lt;br /&gt;of course you say fun lars .. you like ma ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of tag replies!~ please tag me if you are here!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;thanks . (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-feelings can grow, but they can be taken away too(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9872385-206956505496710844?l=theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/feeds/206956505496710844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9872385&amp;postID=206956505496710844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/206956505496710844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9872385/posts/default/206956505496710844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theglitzandglamour.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-to-touch-girl.html' title='how to touch a girl .'/><author><name>Her Highness (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11451795255714817411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9872385.post-7422806345741963475</id><published>2007-06-05T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T19:33:10.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>beautiful quote (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well well well (:&lt;br /&gt;i guess i shouldn't be blogging today..&lt;br /&gt;cause there is nothing for me to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been having supplementary lessons&lt;br /&gt;since monday ..&lt;br /&gt;[ isn't it yesterday? lols . ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but something really special happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during my supplementary lesson (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the special someone who sat beside me&lt;br /&gt;today, yesterday, &amp; the days after ..&lt;br /&gt;suddenly took my diary &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;wrote something short, but yet significant .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ we weren't playing mind you, mr teo was explaining&lt;br /&gt;the question to someone who didn't quite understand :D ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this beautiful quote goes like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" in whatever you do, i will be behind you;&lt;br /&gt;not to hold you when you fall,&lt;br /&gt;but to make sure you don't . "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet isn't it? (:&lt;br /&gt;well, that's my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she didnt say much, but i guessed she sensed it.&lt;br /&gt;thanks my dear gumgum (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after this quote, i began to realise ..&lt;br /&gt;people around me had actually been&lt;br /&gt;giving me these beautiful quotes&lt;br /&gt;from time to time ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just that i took them for granted&lt;br /&gt;&amp; had failed to remember them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus, to all i love &amp; who love me too ..&lt;br /&gt;i just want to say a simple sorry .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ it's simple but doing it here right?!&lt;br /&gt;but it's sincere okay .. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for being stubborn&amp;wilful at times,&lt;br /&gt;[ esp . towards my mum .. ]&lt;br /&gt;sorry for not heeding all your advices,&lt;br /&gt;sorry for insisting things go my way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for throwing my tantrums everytime,&lt;br /&gt;sorry for being un
