<?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-18892888</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:35:13.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>complicated</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>138</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18892888.post-115987982583590449</id><published>2006-10-03T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T20:54:38.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okays peeps!&lt;br /&gt;i know this is super irritating&lt;br /&gt;have been contemplating fer quite some time&lt;br /&gt;and teehee! i have finally decided to switch to livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;depp!e~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hazelnutt-18.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://hazelnutt-18.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might come back to blogspot again.&lt;br /&gt;but right now, i am in love with the layout of livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;so yepps. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;do leave ya name &lt;strong&gt;as part of the msg&lt;/strong&gt; if you leave any comments, ya?&lt;br /&gt;else i will have lotsa anonymous ppl leaving msgs..&lt;br /&gt;hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;cya ard at my new site(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-115987982583590449?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/115987982583590449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=115987982583590449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115987982583590449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115987982583590449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/10/okays-peeps-i-know-this-is-super.html' title=''/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-115912448077453376</id><published>2006-09-25T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T09:38:50.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pissed?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;great. i feel so smart now =((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;was printing OB group assignment earlier on but my dumb printer just simply refused to on itself. thinkin that my desktop couldnt detect it, i went to connect it to my labby. but nopie no no! still cant detect! got super panicky. my mind was like going "omgawd omgawd. the three of them are so gonna kill mi" serious! especially &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ERNEST CHOY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. my whole mind was images of him nagging at mi non-stop. [ahaha! serious! i haf no idea why though.] went to control panel etc etc. Only to find that the main switch wasnt on-_-" fuck. i was swearing like nobody's business. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anw, had quite a bad day. eeks! karma.. it must be that. gosh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.s. fer the benefit of people who are getting old [*ahem. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MR ERNEST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. i have enlarged the font.. its so not cute now :( whines~~]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and all thanks to &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ERNEST CHOY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; again. our group declaration form has got correction fluid on it. eugh! else our report would haf been so pretty can. kns. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;whatever. i am done with crapping. was feeling super pissed w/ that stupid terence earlier on. but have deleted away that entry. shrugs. decided that life's too short to spend on moments like this. am gonna hit my pillows soon. nites world! miss mi(: teehee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-115912448077453376?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/115912448077453376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=115912448077453376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115912448077453376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115912448077453376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/09/pissed.html' title='pissed?'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-115904984610574164</id><published>2006-09-24T06:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T06:17:26.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;man. i am so in love with mary J blige's  &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be Without You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;fer god-noes-what reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lurf lurf (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-115904984610574164?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/115904984610574164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=115904984610574164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115904984610574164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115904984610574164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/09/man.html' title=''/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-115906829332102832</id><published>2006-09-24T06:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T11:29:00.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just woke up.&lt;br /&gt;[YES. if u noe what i mean. as usual. hurhur. ]&lt;br /&gt;and i realli haf got nothing beta to do&lt;br /&gt;cus i am done with the OB group assignment ald. depp!e depp!e~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;[speaking of which, kelz! thanks loads fer helping mi with the editing okiekie. ahahaa. and stop reminding mi of my pimple. else i shall remind you that u nid to photoshop every picture of yours. hurhur.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays. as i was saying. i realli damn eng now. so *ahem. i have decided to dedicate this entry specially fer my buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;moron moron moron moron moron&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron moron &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;see. told you i am a nice girl(: hurhur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-115906829332102832?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/115906829332102832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=115906829332102832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115906829332102832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115906829332102832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-just-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-115903890634742880</id><published>2006-09-24T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T11:13:12.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>clubbing</title><content type='html'>ernest and bud are asking mi to blog&lt;br /&gt;[the conseQuence pestering them to blog. hurhur.]&lt;br /&gt;but seriously. i cant reallli think of anithing to blog&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna blog about my mundane life every other entry and bore u guys to death&lt;br /&gt;and it feels weird&lt;br /&gt;blogging bt what everydae life.&lt;br /&gt;so i shall let pictures say it all(: smart. ahahaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/IMG_1807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/IMG_1807.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/IMG_1809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/IMG_1809.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/IMG_1808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/IMG_1808.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/IMG_1816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/IMG_1816.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/IMG_1815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/IMG_1815.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hafing fun (: it's a wild WILD night. woohoo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/IMG_1831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/IMG_1831.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/IMG_1827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/IMG_1827.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/IMG_1888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/IMG_1888.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/IMG_1850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/IMG_1850.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/IMG_1892.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/IMG_1892.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/IMG_1837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/IMG_1837.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/IMG_1821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/IMG_1821.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/IMG_1888.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/IMG_1835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/IMG_1835.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/IMG_1836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/IMG_1836.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/IMG_1877.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/IMG_1889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/IMG_1889.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/IMG_1893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/IMG_1893.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/IMG_1820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/IMG_1820.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/IMG_1811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/IMG_1811.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/IMG_1842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/IMG_1842.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/IMG_1855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/IMG_1855.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teehee! happy faces (: smile~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/IMG_1834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/IMG_1834.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/IMG_1900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/IMG_1900.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/IMG_1846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/IMG_1846.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the same dumbass covered our face. neh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/IMG_1867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/IMG_1867.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/IMG_1887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/IMG_1887.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/IMG_1870.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/IMG_1870.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/IMG_1869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/IMG_1869.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/IMG_1881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/IMG_1881.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hmm.. i cant seem to upload the pics on kelz bday celebration at Wala Wala. and i am super lazy to compress them. ahahha. so yepps. wait till i am in good mood one of these days. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;alrights. this is kinda random.&lt;br /&gt;but i shall bear in mind that whatever that happened in the club&lt;br /&gt;will remain in the club.&lt;br /&gt;once one stepped out of the club&lt;br /&gt;its a different thing altogether...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-115903890634742880?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/115903890634742880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=115903890634742880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115903890634742880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115903890634742880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/09/clubbing.html' title='clubbing'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-115889499467841372</id><published>2006-09-21T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T11:16:34.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh fuck.&lt;br /&gt;i just realised there's a horrendous scratch on my labby&lt;br /&gt;and its less than a year old&lt;br /&gt;*shriek&lt;br /&gt;damn it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-115889499467841372?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/115889499467841372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=115889499467841372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115889499467841372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115889499467841372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-115880794913360529</id><published>2006-09-21T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T01:30:10.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eugh</title><content type='html'>eugh. i really hate waking up after clubbing the previous night&lt;br /&gt;the feeling simply sucks alrights&lt;br /&gt;it just feels weird.&lt;br /&gt;its feels as though i haf to adjust myself all again&lt;br /&gt;to adapt between the clubbing side of mi and reality&lt;br /&gt;wells, at least i have learnt not to cry after clubbing.&lt;br /&gt;and i shant cry anymore..&lt;div 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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-18892888.post-115850748834689469</id><published>2006-09-17T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T07:01:10.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>super sale?</title><content type='html'>isnt sale just sale?&lt;br /&gt;why is there a term like "super sale"?&lt;br /&gt;hmm... this doesnt make sense&lt;br /&gt;wells, at least not to mi.&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Happy b!rthday* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kelz &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;and stop playing games!! start kpo-ing! ahahaa! i wan juicy gossip! Quickk!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-115850748834689469?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/115850748834689469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=115850748834689469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115850748834689469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115850748834689469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/09/super-sale.html' title='super sale?'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-115838454081024282</id><published>2006-09-16T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T13:33:45.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memories</title><content type='html'>was toking with the girls ytd about those days back in YTSS.&lt;br /&gt;man, seriously, those were the best days..&lt;br /&gt;anw anw, that reminds mi of ernest's email.&lt;br /&gt;the memories of those things we used to when young's simply nice (:&lt;br /&gt;let mi see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of the fond memories..&lt;br /&gt;1. You grew up watching He-man, MASK, Transformers, Silver Hawk and Mickey Mouse. Not to forget, Ninja turtles, My Little Pony and Smurfs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You grew up brushing your teeth with a mug in Primary school during recess time. You will squat by a drain with all your classmates beside you, and brush your teeth with a coloured mug. The teachers said you must brush each side 10 times too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You pay 40 cents for Chocolate or Strawberry MILK every week in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You find your friends with pagers and handphone cool in Secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. There are colourful tickets for TIBS buses. The conductor will check for tickets by using a machine which punches a hole in the ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Envelopes given to us to donate to Sharity Elephant every Children's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You've probably read Young Generation magazine. You know who's Vinny the little vampire and Acai the constable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You were there when they first introduced MRT here. You went for the first ride with your parents and you would kneel on the seat to see the scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Gals are fascinated by Strawberry Short Cake and Barbie Dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You longed to buy tibits called Kaka (20cents per pack), and Ding Dang (50 cents per box), that had a toy in it and it changes every week not forgetting the 15 cents animal crackers and the ring pop, where the lollipop is the diamond on the ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Hardy Boys, Nancy Drew, The Three Investigators, Famous Five and Secret Seven are probably the thickest story books you ever thought you have read. Even Sweet Valley High and Malory Towers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. KFC used to be a high class restaurant that serve food in plates and let you use metal forks and knives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Catching was the IN thing and twist as the magic word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.The only computer lessons in school involved funny pixellised characters in 16 colours walking about trying to teach you maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Waterbottles were slinged around your neck and a must everywhere you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Teng-teng, five stones, chapteh, hentam bola and zero point were all the rage with the girls and boys too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Science was fun with the balsam and the angsana being the most important plants of our lives, guppies and swordtail being the mostimportant fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. We carry out experiments of our own to get ourself badges for being a Young Zoologist/Botanist etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Every Children's day and National day youeither get pins or pens with 'Happy Children's Day 1993' or dumb files with 'Happy National Day 1994'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. In Primary six you had to play buddy for the younger kids like big sister and brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. We wear BM2000, BATA, or Pallas shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Your form teacher taught you Maths, Science and English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.You went to school in slippers and a raincoat when it rained, and you find a dry spot in the school to sit down, dry your feet, and wear your dry and warm socks and shoes&lt;br /&gt;24. School dismissal time was normally around 1 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. There would be spelling tests and mental sums to do almost everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Your friends considered you lucky and rich if your parents gave you $3 or more for pocket money everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. You freak out when the teacher tells you to line up according to height and hold hands with the corresponding boy or girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Boys like to catch fighting spiders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Collecting and battling erasers was a pastime for boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Autograph books were loaded with "Best Wishes", "Forget Me Not", and small poems like "Bird fly high, hard to catch.Friend like you, hard to forget".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Class monitors and prefects loved to say "You talk somemore, I write your name ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. There were at least 40 people in one class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Large, colourful schoolbags were carried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. You brought every single book to school, even though there was one thing called the timetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those moments were really silly and cute. now to think back.. i realli dunnoe whether or not to laugh at myself. can u imagine that? daddy and mummy's so strict with mi back then that going to Yishun library was a luxury, going to Northpoint is WOW. hurhur. i cant enter the arcade cus they think i will turn bad if i do. lols. and those times when we all meet up and play swings at playground were simply great! we finish sweet valley junior within half an hour and a little longer fer sweet valley senior.. omg. hahaa. right now memories were like flashing non-stop at the back of my mind. lols. getting a lil lazy to type up all of it. it will probably take mi another 100000 years to finish this entry if i do. wahaha. OKAYS. this is a lil exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;OKAYS. bYee peeps! teehee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-115838454081024282?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/115838454081024282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=115838454081024282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115838454081024282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115838454081024282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/09/memories.html' title='memories'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-115835770965808141</id><published>2006-09-15T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T13:38:52.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hidden behind the smile are nothing but tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;alrights. so today was a damn cranky day fer mi [and super duper drama]&lt;br /&gt;i have absolutely no idea whats up with mi todae&lt;br /&gt;i think some nerves of mine that's connected to one's laughter control came loose today&lt;br /&gt;i just wouldnt stop laughing!&lt;br /&gt;i was laughing at practically everithing!&lt;br /&gt;from the tissues [okays, it actually turned out to be sandwhich wrappers] on bud's plate which i think is damn auntie, to kunda being a good boy finishing up all his veggie to etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;and i was damn embarassed during IA can. omgawd. Balwant [btw, he's my lecturer lest anione of you out there's wondering] was drawing a mercedes on the board LAH [which looks more like a tanker anw]. i was already trying hard to control my laughter. anD that stupid kunda sitting behind mi had to spoil everithing by cracking a super lame joke "wah, its so rare to see the driver sitting ahead of the front wheel". i literally burst out laughing upon hearing that can. Fer that spilt second, i forgot i was in the lecture hall. and gosh. the next thing i know, EVERYONE in the LT was turning their heads. i hope not too many of them realised its mi. omgawd. in the past, its just a handful who will turn and try to look fer the idiot who's like laughing. so you can imagine how loud it was. what's more, i was controlling my laughter before that. so it was damn LOUD can. eugh!! there goes my reputation. and stupid bud! i not attending some stupid art lesson can. neh~ just making those boring dull notes more colurful can. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;after class, was lalaa-ing w/ ernest and weihao [lynn's oyster] called mi a radio!!!! kns. he was like like toking over the phone with lynn todae and he was telling lynn that i was speaking so loudly that he can hear mi all the way from tampines? [i cant remember the exact location he mentioned but anw.. ] as though that wasnt enough, he went on to call mi a radio. i was like R.A.D.I.O??!! he told lynn i didnt stop toking fer the past 10 minutes or so while he was on the phone with her. that he kept hearing mi rattle on and on. boo! i didnt even realised that can. and ernest was also talking what. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;went town with lynn after class. was feeling so stressed up LAH. anw, was a great day out except fer the fact that the two of us could only afford to window shop. damn broke! eeks! the feeling simply sucks. we didnt even buy anithing. not even a single top. CAN U IMAGINE that?? gosh. hahaa. but still, had a great time with her. it realli feels good to have a pal like her, whom you can lalaa about almost everithing with. we neva seem to run out of topic. simply lurf that feeling! lols.&lt;br /&gt;met up with rubby sm and lp after that. teehee! lurf seeing the gals again. lols. was telling them the balwant joke at subway. and it all started again. lols. and we saw mingshu!! my crush back in secondary school. gosh. i cant believe it! i actually see him like after 4 years. lols. man, he look damn different i must say. silly sm said he look like some mainland guy. and we all started laughing again. no OKAYS. its jap style silly ger!&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! was crapping with edward. damn boliao. we ended up arguing whether it's doggies that are scared of cats or the other way. ahaha! damn farni. end up dragging ernest into the silly arguement. OKAYS. we have nothing better to do -_-"&lt;br /&gt;OKAYS. anw, e depressing part of the day came after OB. i just have this super duper strong bad feeling about my individual OB essay. as in i didnt have that kind of great feeling like i did when i am done with my GP essay back in JC. eugh!! i just hope that my essay doesnt turn out too bad. i dunn wanna repeat the whole module again! i know whats done cannot be undone. but still.. i cant help worrying.. S.I.G.H... the feeling simply sucks alrights.&lt;br /&gt;and i just dun get it. i dun understand why am i like settling fer something less. i dun understand why did i have to lose all the momentum and enthusiasm to mugg when i went to jc. I JUST DONT GET IT. i used to be aiming fer things like being top in the class, top 10 in the level, top 40 in the level etc etc back in secondary school. i will cry if i see grades like B4. sometimes i just get so damn pissed off with myself fer ending up in today's state. like i wouldnt end up in such a pathetic state if i hadnt play so much fer the past two years. call mi scaredy cat or whatever. i dun care. but i am realli scared. i realli dun wanna waste another 3 years of my life in sim, and end up getting a degree that's gonna lead mi to nowhere. i dunn wan history to repeat itself! i wanna get a proper and pretty degree by the end of three years! i reali wan to.. i'm like feeling so overwhelmed and overloaded i aint sure i have the strength to carry on anymore. not that i expect to get a degree with ease. but..shrugs. in any case, i have made up my mind. to play as much as i can next week and i am hitting the book soon after that. no more shopping clubbing pubbing movies or whatsoever nonsense till the end of sem papers. YES. that shall be it. people, mugg hard too okie?&lt;br /&gt;i know i am long winded. but seriously, i am really glad to haf known this bunch of uni mates. i think i will die w/o them. that my uni life is gonna be damn pathetic and boring w/o them. they are realli great peeps to lalaa with! even on my gloomy days, with all those crap, nonsense and lame jokes of theirs, one just cant help but laugh. even though its just fer that short moment, but still, they made my day(: thanks peeps!&lt;br /&gt;anw, i realli dun noe why. lotsa peeps are saying that i give them a feeling that i am from a girls' school and that i am a potential les. lols. i am just a LITTLE more sexist what. hahaa. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;oh yeps! i am so happy that lynn's joining Sea Sports club with mi!! depp!e depp!e yepp!e [ernest choy. purleese fer heaven sake, learn this by hard. i dun wanna kip correcting u. you alwix get it wrong if u havent realise. hahaaa!] anw anw, its like 40 bucks fer a 3-years membership!! woohoo~~ i was like damn high after hearing this!! yayeness!! like finally! ahaha! kayaking, windsurfing and wakeboarding awaiting mi! its getting mi so excited ca. anyone anyone interested?? lols. can jio the both of us go together. and i think i wanna take up diving someday. teehee!&lt;br /&gt;okays. nites peeps! my energy level's running low ald. hahaa~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hidden behind the smile are nothing but tears... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-115835770965808141?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/115835770965808141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18892888.post-115817146414496671</id><published>2006-09-14T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T02:17:44.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>letting go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you wanna know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dun wanna let go..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-115817146414496671?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/115817146414496671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=115817146414496671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115817146414496671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115817146414496671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/09/letting-go.html' title='letting go'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-115816949360453983</id><published>2006-09-14T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T01:44:53.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sad case</title><content type='html'>there's loads of things which i wanted to do very badly&lt;br /&gt;but just lack of that teeny weeny bit of courage&lt;br /&gt;and perhaps confidence.&lt;br /&gt;sad case:(&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna end up living in regrets!&lt;br /&gt;eugh~~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-115816949360453983?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/115816949360453983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=115816949360453983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115816949360453983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115816949360453983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/09/sad-case.html' title='sad case'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-115816932612288895</id><published>2006-09-14T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T02:12:00.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TP(:</title><content type='html'>hahaa! i cant believe i am still feeling so sleepy after all those hours of sleep i had fer the past few days. oh wells.. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;anw anw, went to TP fer OB group assignment today. OKAYS. was grumbling like nobody's business initially cus i have to like take TWO buses lah! i dun mind meeting at Tampines since there's like one straight bus from my place. BUT mr choy here suggested TP. eeks! and the thing is.. i can wait fer train cab or wudever. but i simply hate waiting fer buses fer god-noes-what reason. wells, but that smartass used the magical word. of cus i didnt haf a choice but to compromise. and he duped mi into going to TP by telling mi there's loads of hunks ard. when it's holiday break fer the poly students now. damn it. hurhur. no eye-candy :(&lt;br /&gt;buddy came to join us fer lunchie after his usual swim. lols. he's like damn quiet fer the first time. weird weird weird. its weird. hmm.. speaking of which, he keeps saying he caught mi stoning in many occasions. sigh. wonder what's wrong with mi. cus i actually stone in front of the cash deposit machine while depositing the earning that day. like of all places -_-"&lt;br /&gt;OKAYS. anw, our group was super efficient todae(: cheers! and we end up lalaa-ing fer like 2 hours? smiles(: and i actually lurf it at TP. everithing's like way better than SIM can. hahaa! and i must say the water taste good! am so happy we are meeting up at TP tmr again to mugg. teehee! more to come(: lurf it there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-115816932612288895?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/115816932612288895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=115816932612288895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115816932612288895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115816932612288895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/09/tp.html' title='TP(:'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-115806193678955423</id><published>2006-09-12T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T02:06:16.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>teddy geiger</title><content type='html'>teehee!&lt;br /&gt;man, i think teddy geiger's damn cute can.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. didnt used to think that he's cute.&lt;br /&gt;but *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;does it matter? hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/teddy_narrowweb__300x412,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/teddy_narrowweb__300x412%2C0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favourite right now. other than Shan Wee and Chad Michael Murray (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-115806193678955423?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/115806193678955423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=115806193678955423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115806193678955423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115806193678955423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/09/teddy-geiger.html' title='teddy geiger'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-115774276880735458</id><published>2006-09-09T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T03:12:49.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalaa~</title><content type='html'>OKAYS. i am back.&lt;br /&gt;lols. have been mia fer quite a while&lt;br /&gt;hahaa! feeling damn great.&lt;br /&gt;cus IA paper is finally over lah! like finally.&lt;br /&gt;gosh. terrible week it had been okays&lt;br /&gt;it's not fun mugging at all!&lt;br /&gt;whine whine whine~~&lt;br /&gt;TERRIBLE!&lt;br /&gt;cus of that Balwant lah.&lt;br /&gt;telling us that if we dont get at least 50%, we wun be able to clear the paper&lt;br /&gt;even if we managed to clear the year-end paper&lt;br /&gt;can u imagine??&lt;br /&gt;i was like so damn freakin" stressed that i cant even sleep!&lt;br /&gt;lols. this is like one of the very few times i am suffering from insomia alrights.&lt;br /&gt;gosh.&lt;br /&gt;anw, went to Fish and Co and double O with my crazy uni mates.&lt;br /&gt;damn fun!&lt;br /&gt;lols. anD stupid ernest!&lt;br /&gt;my skirt's style okays.&lt;br /&gt;shit you.&lt;br /&gt;no sense of fashion. kns&lt;br /&gt;kiekie. shall blog again.&lt;br /&gt;this entry's damn crap. lols. just feel like lalaa-ing&lt;br /&gt;hahaa. damn  sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;niTes people.&lt;br /&gt;and yep. Happy Birthday stan!&lt;br /&gt;[aka liang simei, if you are even reading this]&lt;br /&gt;wahahha! whoOps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-115774276880735458?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/115774276880735458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=115774276880735458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115774276880735458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115774276880735458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/09/lalaa.html' title='lalaa~'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-115693491178916446</id><published>2006-08-30T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T11:01:26.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yayeness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;yayeness&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woohoo~~*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i haf got ALOT to lalaa about today. teehee! in super high mood.&lt;br /&gt;God noes why. ahahaa~&lt;br /&gt;[which spells trouble fer people around mi]&lt;br /&gt;ask my projectmates. lols. i think they had quite a hard time.&lt;br /&gt;cus i am forever that crazy when i am feeling high.&lt;br /&gt;imagine this ger with her cranky friend [i shant mention who, lest she kills mi]&lt;br /&gt;removing their heels and ran down the stairs barefooted at DHOBY GHAUT station cus their feet hurts like nobody's business from all that walking. hahaa!&lt;br /&gt;OKAYS. i am nuts i think.&lt;br /&gt;damn it. i think my reputation's tarnished after all the dumb things i did in SIM. shriek!&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. got to tone down a little and stay low profile ald&lt;br /&gt;better stop all all my nonsense [which is gonna be super tough]&lt;br /&gt;anw, today's meeting with my OB projectmates went fine. lols.&lt;br /&gt;at least i think we are on track lah.&lt;br /&gt;simles(:&lt;br /&gt;did ALOT of stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;lols. was stressing buddy with our pieces of discussion on the webcam.&lt;br /&gt;telling him we are all done w our projetc and about to print out our report ald&lt;br /&gt;wahaha! damn farni. stupid bud!&lt;br /&gt;and i had a good laugh at ERNEST CHOY's email&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;ROCKER PARADISE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; @ hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;hurhur. freakin" farni can.&lt;br /&gt;OKAYS.mine's not any better&lt;br /&gt;pinkpiglet. hahaa. cant believe i was that childish in the past.&lt;br /&gt;man, i lurf my uni mates lah.&lt;br /&gt;cus they are forever that crappy and farni.&lt;br /&gt;hurhur. i hope they dun become too serious&lt;br /&gt;else i am going to die of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;and that lynn.&lt;br /&gt;super farni when she's angry with people [not mi lah]&lt;br /&gt;whoOps, i hope she doesnt strangle mi.&lt;br /&gt;wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;anwanw, i ran into that guy again!!&lt;br /&gt;omgawd. lynn says its fate.&lt;br /&gt;i beg to differ.&lt;br /&gt;i wldnt mind if he's my eye-candy&lt;br /&gt;but he's not-_-"&lt;br /&gt;highest record so far: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; times in a day [half a day to be more exact]&lt;br /&gt;i thought such things only happen in dramas?&lt;br /&gt;its so coicidental that there was once when we took the same train home&lt;br /&gt;and i ran into him again the very next morning on my way to school!&lt;br /&gt;in the same cabin.&lt;br /&gt;and the thing is, he's not even in the same course as mi!&lt;br /&gt;think he's from siming's course in uol or sth.&lt;br /&gt;gosh.&lt;br /&gt;gives mi the "jian gui" feeling&lt;br /&gt;wahhaa! whoOps! that's s mean.&lt;br /&gt;i think he's alos kinda shocked lah&lt;br /&gt;that we kip running into each other.&lt;br /&gt;and i saw my New Urban Male [num] eye candy in the school food court todae!!&lt;br /&gt;depp!e depp!e yeppie~~&lt;br /&gt;everthing just falls very nicely when you are in good mood(:&lt;br /&gt;he's so cute can.&lt;br /&gt;anw, went to watch " The Devil wears prada" over the weekend&lt;br /&gt;with rubber, siming, joanne and kel&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. i guess its not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;it just reflects very well on today's world&lt;br /&gt;conflict of interest...&lt;br /&gt;like it or not, we will be forced to make decisions.&lt;br /&gt;anw Anne Hathaway's pretty i would say(:&lt;br /&gt;oh yeps! congrats to malau and dian.&lt;br /&gt;teehee! yeps. my cute dian got married over the weekend ((:&lt;br /&gt;may the two of them stay blissful forever ['',]&lt;br /&gt;anw, noe what?&lt;br /&gt;it suddenly came to dawn on mi that the most fearful thing that can happen to anyone&lt;br /&gt;it's not when u lose your sight or sense of hearing or whatever&lt;br /&gt;it's when nothing interest or excite you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;when u dun feel a thing anymore&lt;br /&gt;YES. that's scary.&lt;br /&gt;i hope it will never happen to mi.&lt;br /&gt;anw, life's too short to waste on tears.&lt;br /&gt;so yeps. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smile(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-18892888.post-115685115508598407</id><published>2006-08-29T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T19:32:35.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>just read fred's post.&lt;br /&gt;it kinda enlightened mi and made mi feel better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You can have the worst scenario, but you can get what you want&lt;br /&gt;You can have the best scenario but you still will not ever get what you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;thanks fred(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the overseas call [all the way from Canada] from cynthia sure made my day.&lt;br /&gt;lurf you, ger(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-18892888.post-115689942489664404</id><published>2006-08-29T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T08:57:04.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you ever feel like breaking down?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you ever feel out of place?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like somehow you just don't belong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And no one understands you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you ever wanna run away?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you lock yourself in your room?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With the radio on turned up so loud &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That no one hears you screaming&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, i alwix thought that simple plan's welcome to my life reflects my feelings best when it's just one of those gloomy days again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-115689942489664404?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/115689942489664404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=115689942489664404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115689942489664404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115689942489664404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post_115689942489664404.html' title='=('/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-115685078161183023</id><published>2006-08-29T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T08:47:54.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shut up?</title><content type='html'>havent exactly been in the best of mood recently&lt;br /&gt;i dunnoe&lt;br /&gt;but maybe its a good time fer mi to just shut up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-115685078161183023?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/115685078161183023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=115685078161183023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115685078161183023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115685078161183023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/08/shut-up.html' title='shut up?'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-115671550099015902</id><published>2006-08-28T05:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T05:51:41.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cant be bothered.</title><content type='html'>seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I CANT BE BOTHERED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with people who dun bother.&lt;br /&gt;eugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHATEVERR&lt;/span&gt;~~*&lt;br /&gt;*roll eyes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-115671550099015902?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/115671550099015902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=115671550099015902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115671550099015902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115671550099015902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/08/cant-be-bothered.html' title='cant be bothered.'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-115664900675962840</id><published>2006-08-27T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T11:30:18.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;just heard hilary duff's so yesterday again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;two years it has been. i cant believe i am still quite in love with this track.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it does make sense, doesnt it?&lt;br /&gt;when the feeling's gone, it just aint there anymore i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Hilary Duff&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can change your life - if you wanna&lt;br /&gt;You can change your clothes - if you wanna&lt;br /&gt;If you change your mind&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's the way it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm gonna keep your jeans&lt;br /&gt;And your old black hat - cause I wanna&lt;br /&gt;They look good on me&lt;br /&gt;You're never gonna get them back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least not today, not today, not today&lt;br /&gt;'cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;If it's over, let it go and&lt;br /&gt;Come tomorrow it will seem&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, so yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a bird that's already flown away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh it off let it go and&lt;br /&gt;When you wake up it will seem&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, so yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Haven't you heard that I'm gonna be okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can say you're bored - if you wanna&lt;br /&gt;You can act real tough - if you wanna&lt;br /&gt;You can say you're torn&lt;br /&gt;But I've heard enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you... you made my mind up for me&lt;br /&gt;When you started to ignore me&lt;br /&gt;Do you see a single tear&lt;br /&gt;It isn't gonna happen here&lt;br /&gt;At least not today, not today, not today&lt;br /&gt;'cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;If you're over me, I'm already over you&lt;br /&gt;If it's all been done, what is left to do&lt;br /&gt;How can you hang up if the line is dead&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna walk, I'm a step aheadI&lt;br /&gt;f you're moving on, I'm already gone&lt;br /&gt;If the light is off then it isn't on&lt;br /&gt;At least not today, not today, not today&lt;br /&gt;'cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus 2X]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-115664900675962840?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/115664900675962840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=115664900675962840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115664900675962840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115664900675962840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-yesterday.html' title='So yesterday'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-115652418006131425</id><published>2006-08-26T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T12:13:47.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pissed</title><content type='html'>damn it. my spastic brother just touched my stuff&lt;br /&gt;and of all things, he chose to meddle with my earrings that i left on the com desk!!!!&lt;br /&gt;eeks! the right and left side of it is all mixed up. HAPPY??!!&lt;br /&gt;*roars*&lt;br /&gt;he should noe it best that i am supEr duper particular when it cums to this LAH.&lt;br /&gt;the right side is meant fer the right ear and the left one fer the left ear.&lt;br /&gt;and fer the nth time i am repeating.. THEY SHOULD NOT IN ANY CASE BE MIXED UP.&lt;br /&gt;pissed off w him =((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-115652418006131425?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/115652418006131425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=115652418006131425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115652418006131425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115652418006131425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/08/pissed.html' title='pissed'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-115650204938159116</id><published>2006-08-25T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T00:45:53.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mugg!</title><content type='html'>tadah! am back home ald.&lt;br /&gt;this is the first friday in many many months&lt;br /&gt;that i am heading home after school.&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs&lt;br /&gt;feels a lil weird. but guess it will do mi more good than harm?&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt spend money that way&lt;br /&gt;PLUS, there's at least 50% chance that i will mugg(:&lt;br /&gt;which is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;GOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;am planning to stay at home tmr as well.&lt;br /&gt;YES. i noe thats so not mi&lt;br /&gt;[i havent gone shopping fer a LONG LONG time ald]&lt;br /&gt;buT i am so gonna mugg fer these two weeks at least&lt;br /&gt;and do well fer upcoming sem. tests [or at least a pass lah].&lt;br /&gt;yes. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mugg hard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; people ['',]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-115650204938159116?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/115650204938159116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=115650204938159116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115650204938159116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115650204938159116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/08/mugg.html' title='mugg!'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-115643767902177202</id><published>2006-08-24T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T18:37:01.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>teehee!&lt;br /&gt;last day of work at century sQuare todae.&lt;br /&gt;boO! that means that no lalaa-ing with Dayah anymore=((&lt;br /&gt;man, that ger's damn cute can ((:&lt;br /&gt;anw today was quite fun lah. buddy came and lalaa with mi! lols.&lt;br /&gt;[FYI, lalaa= hazel's lingo = crap = talk cock ]&lt;br /&gt;he's like damn crappy can.&lt;br /&gt;that silly "pushcart outside school" idea was damn farni though. lols.&lt;br /&gt;hurhur. thanks fer ya free labour arh.&lt;br /&gt;lols. buT u still owe mi THREE times alrights??&lt;br /&gt;dont care. wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, guess what i just saw?? disney series tissue paper!!&lt;br /&gt;omgawd. freaking cute can. lols. yeps. think mummy bought it.&lt;br /&gt;hahaa. shall take picture and post it one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, i shall mugg damn hard fer the upcoming tests!&lt;br /&gt;all thanks to mr ernest who likes to stress people. damn crap LAH. *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;anwanw, niTes people['',]&lt;br /&gt;teehee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-115643767902177202?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/115643767902177202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=115643767902177202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115643767902177202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115643767902177202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-115638634799221237</id><published>2006-08-23T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T18:39:09.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eyebags</title><content type='html'>omgawd. i cant believe i am doing what Brian just taught mi&lt;br /&gt;he CLAIMS that that trick works fer 99% of the population&lt;br /&gt;and that i cant be that unlucky 1%-_-"&lt;br /&gt;but it realli makes mi look damn spastic can.&lt;br /&gt;[nopie. no way am i telling you what i did]&lt;br /&gt;eugh! still i WILL do &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ANYTHING&lt;/span&gt; to remove those fugly eyebags of mine.&lt;br /&gt;OKAYS. vainpot. i noe.&lt;br /&gt;but they are simply horrendously ugly and a total eyesore to mi.&lt;br /&gt;so YES. i will do what Brian taught mi :((((&lt;br /&gt;and get rid of those eye bags at the expense of looking STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;whines~~*&lt;br /&gt;anwanw, i think i am super dupEr mean seriously. whenever i see cheena peeps, i just cant stand that stupid accent of theirs [told you i am a national-ist, if there's even such a word]. i will just get very irritated. i find myself very intolerant towards them. *shrugs* You can see the distinct difference when i serve cheena customers and any other customers. what thats's worrying mi is what mummy alwix told mi, and something which i think will happen to mi. i.e, mi marrying a cheena guy!!!! go ahead and laugh your heads off, u meanie peeps. seriously lah, whenever i complain and grumble to mummy about them, she will say this: "say somemore. u will end up liking someone from china and marrying him! That always happen." Then she will start laughing VERY happily -_-" i dunnoe whats so farni:(&lt;br /&gt;anD i think there's a serious need fer mi to be on diet fer at least a month or so. loosened up too much and gave myself too many excuses. putting on weight ald! eugh. freak. if only i haf your metabloism system LAH, buddy. and THAT silly buddy says that he hates it lor. kns.&lt;br /&gt;anwanw, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;auntie HXY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! miss you LOADS can. when are we meeting up my dear ger??!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-115638634799221237?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/115638634799221237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=115638634799221237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115638634799221237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115638634799221237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/08/eyebags.html' title='eyebags'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-115625884500336291</id><published>2006-08-22T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T23:00:48.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the world</title><content type='html'>seriously. sometimes the world's so ugly&lt;br /&gt;that i wish i dun have to look at it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;and the fatigue feeling i am experiencing time and again&lt;br /&gt;simply sucks alrights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-115625884500336291?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/115625884500336291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=115625884500336291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115625884500336291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115625884500336291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/08/world.html' title='the world'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-115617305860818383</id><published>2006-08-21T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T09:28:06.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANTM</title><content type='html'>was watching the America’s Next Top Model earlier on.&lt;br /&gt;Man, I cant believe Dani didn’t make it into the top 13.&lt;br /&gt;who cares if she's a racist&lt;br /&gt;Eugh~~*&lt;br /&gt;damn it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-115617305860818383?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/115617305860818383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=115617305860818383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115617305860818383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115617305860818383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/08/antm.html' title='ANTM'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-115605963508469598</id><published>2006-08-20T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T20:55:21.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging!</title><content type='html'>OKAYS. am here to update my blog that has been stagnant ever since god noes when.&lt;br /&gt;[so long that even my tagboard account has been cancelled-_-"]&lt;br /&gt;cus someone's feels that blogs SHOULD be updated. kns.&lt;br /&gt;i shant mention who that insignificant being is. hurhur. weirdo=/&lt;br /&gt;the best thing that happened over the past 2 days: I AM DONE WITH MY OB INDIVIDUAL ASSIGNMENT!!! yayeness~~* the next disaster that awaits mi: OB group assignment. eugh. YES. sad life i have there :((&lt;br /&gt;anyway anyway, just back from the realrun. man, 6.30am's FREAKING early can. damn it. my eyes were hardly opened LAH. wonder how i even managed to complete the race. hahaa~ Quite sad actually. my hard-trained stamina's all gone! now even this 5.5km [which didnt used to be a problem at all] is almost killing mi. eugh. think i better start training and recover all my lost stamina before joining the Great Eastern Women's Race. miss steam-bao, let's start training soon!! hur hur. that silly ger woke up early in the morning to STEAM BAO!! i was like laughing damn hard can. STEAM BAO LEH!! omgawd. auntie can. wahahaa! kie LAH, sweet of my auntie HXY lah(:&lt;br /&gt;met up with sjia on friday. like finally after 100000 years. okays. i am exaggerating as usual. still, it has been ages since i last seen that ger lah. lols.&lt;br /&gt;alrights. i DONT KNOW what to blog about ald. it just feels weird updating bt my mundane life. yet my thoughts are so random that i havent got any ideas how to put them down in words. anD i only have plenty of thoughts when i'm outside shopping, having lessons, walking or wuDever. anw recently, i keep feeling that i am very sheltered. and this is seriously very disturbing :(( grr.. WHATEVER~~* pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18Aug.. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fav pic of the day(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sijia looks damn cute in this pic can. lols.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0320.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0320.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following's done by that dear girl, sijia. hahaa! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Image(499).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Image%28499%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Image(498).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Image%28498%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-115605963508469598?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/115605963508469598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=115605963508469598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115605963508469598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115605963508469598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/08/blogging.html' title='blogging!'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-115263321213141406</id><published>2006-07-11T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T23:53:32.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>horoscope</title><content type='html'>man, this is so true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;After a long period of uncertainty, a few things start to finalize today. Wait a while before you celebrate, however -- nothing is written in stone just yet. But don't let the tentative nature of the situation push you into overanalyzing. You should feel like you're standing on solid ground, because you are. Things are definitely coming together, and you should sense a building momentum that will take you the rest of the way. Just don't make assumptions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh wells, in some way yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-115263321213141406?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/115263321213141406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=115263321213141406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115263321213141406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115263321213141406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/07/horoscope.html' title='horoscope'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-115250038116268785</id><published>2006-07-10T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T10:59:41.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>6 weird facts bt myself&lt;br /&gt;1. i'm very particular bt my earrings - they have right and left.&lt;br /&gt;i think that left side are meant fer the left ear and right side fer the right one and they should not, in any case, be mixed up.&lt;br /&gt;2. i am a sexist and national-ist [ if there's even such a term ]&lt;br /&gt;3. after clubbing, i cry the next morning i wake up :(&lt;br /&gt;4. i laugh when i fall down. so it will take quite a while fer mi to get up&lt;br /&gt;5. i dont touch the lift with any parts of my body, not even pressing the button unless absolutely necessary&lt;br /&gt;6. i'm obsessed with polkadots [wait, is this even weird? hur hur.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights. so i just posted a paragraph of rubbish. lols. shall post aproper one when my mind is working. heex. anD rubby that silly ger. asked her help mi with the 6 weird facts bt myself and this is what i get.. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Roses are red. Violets are bLue. Sunflowers are yellow. and the caterpillar is green says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. u like to run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses  are red. Violets are bLue. Sunflowers are yellow. and the caterpillar is green says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. u still enjoy running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Roses  are red. Violets are bLue. Sunflowers are yellow. and the caterpillar is green says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. u still want to run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--YingX-- angelaintperfect ['',] says:&lt;br /&gt;whats wrong w runnin&lt;br /&gt; Roses are red. Violets are bLue. Sunflowers are yellow. and the caterpillar is green says:&lt;br /&gt;well tt's weird&lt;br /&gt; Roses are red. Violets are bLue. Sunflowers are yellow. and the caterpillar is green says:&lt;br /&gt;ppl hates running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TERRIBLE ger :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-115250038116268785?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/115250038116268785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=115250038116268785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115250038116268785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115250038116268785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post_10.html' title='..'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-115239308860164078</id><published>2006-07-09T05:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T05:12:27.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>broke</title><content type='html'>alrights. so my bank is 150 bucks poorer toDae :(&lt;br /&gt;hundred over each day&lt;br /&gt;never doubt my abiltiy splurge&lt;br /&gt;dun ask mi what i spend it on&lt;br /&gt;just dont ask mi out to shop&lt;br /&gt;cus i foresee myself contributing to Singapore's economy again :(&lt;br /&gt;and my daddy doesnt print notes.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so broke that even a $10 added incentive to my june pay makes mi &lt;strike&gt;very &lt;/strike&gt;extremely happy.&lt;br /&gt;boo! I AM SO BROKE.&lt;br /&gt;okays. i know i deserve it :((((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-115239308860164078?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/115239308860164078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=115239308860164078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115239308860164078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115239308860164078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/07/broke.html' title='broke'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-115229064819839579</id><published>2006-07-08T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T00:44:08.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>have been in my splurging mood fer the past few daes&lt;br /&gt;anD i blew over a hundred bucks at Zara todae&lt;br /&gt;YES again&lt;br /&gt;hahaa~ a happy ger i am&lt;br /&gt;so much so that i am still smiling now while blogging&lt;br /&gt;sales just made mi very happy (:&lt;br /&gt;[kie. i know i am very auntie]&lt;br /&gt;plus a perfect companion&lt;br /&gt;what more can i ask fer&lt;br /&gt;a perfect friday (:&lt;br /&gt;on top of that, i saw him in school toDae!!&lt;br /&gt;man, that was a bonus fer sure.&lt;br /&gt;he's one of the cutest guy i ever seen alrights&lt;br /&gt;and he's in the same accounting class as mi!!&lt;br /&gt;hur hur. that's making mi so excited can&lt;br /&gt;heehee ~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-115229064819839579?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/115229064819839579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=115229064819839579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115229064819839579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115229064819839579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-115199755607350364</id><published>2006-07-04T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T15:19:16.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>screwed up</title><content type='html'>first day of school sucks&lt;br /&gt;never in my entire life have i been so lost in lecture&lt;br /&gt;not even the worst biology lecture alrights&lt;br /&gt;YES. that's how bad things are&lt;br /&gt;i havent got a single idea what the whole damn lesson is about LAH&lt;br /&gt;and its merely the first lesson of business computing :(&lt;br /&gt;the best thing is&lt;br /&gt;i was so depressed and stressed up&lt;br /&gt;that i blew 100 bucks ytd&lt;br /&gt;oh great&lt;br /&gt;splurging to destress&lt;br /&gt;i am gonna be broke again&lt;br /&gt;everything's just so screwed up :((((((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-115199755607350364?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/115199755607350364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=115199755607350364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115199755607350364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115199755607350364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/07/screwed-up.html' title='screwed up'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-115151688000479091</id><published>2006-06-29T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T01:48:00.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE SUCKS</title><content type='html'>seriously. i think that i am not a very nice person&lt;br /&gt;as in its not easy to get along with mi and tolerate my nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;i swear i am aware of it okays.&lt;br /&gt;i guess its just my principles that i'm very particular about.&lt;br /&gt;anw anw, had my orientation todae.&lt;br /&gt;honestly speaking. i think my 3 yrs is gonna be a rather pathetic one.&lt;br /&gt;eugh. the idea sucks.&lt;br /&gt;the campus is so big&lt;br /&gt;yet it seems so hard to find my type of ppl.&lt;br /&gt;most of them  in my OG grp are born in 1987 or earlier&lt;br /&gt;so i am like the youngest&lt;br /&gt;there's even 1982!!&lt;br /&gt;you can imagine my face when they told mi&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt expecting such a big age gap&lt;br /&gt;as i was saying, my OG groupmates are pretty alright.&lt;br /&gt;i mean they are pretty nice ppl&lt;br /&gt;but just not the type which i can bitch around anD lalaa with i guess&lt;br /&gt;i am so not mi todae!&lt;br /&gt;a shy Hazel it was todae&lt;br /&gt;perhaps better known as anti-social.&lt;br /&gt;eugh. WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;life sucks :(((((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-115151688000479091?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/115151688000479091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=115151688000479091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115151688000479091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115151688000479091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/06/life-sucks.html' title='LIFE SUCKS'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-115133754662690375</id><published>2006-06-26T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T00:03:23.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blurhead</title><content type='html'>okays. so i woke up with a heart attack early in the morning&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 5am [FYI, this is very atypical of mi], feeling excited that i'm going school and stuff&lt;br /&gt;only to find 20 minutes later that i got the date wrong&lt;br /&gt;that the enrolment exercise cum briefing is on 22 june instead of 26 june.&lt;br /&gt;which means i missed the enrolment exercise!!!&lt;br /&gt;can you imagine??&lt;br /&gt;i almost cried LAH!&lt;br /&gt;last thursday it was!&lt;br /&gt;gosh. i couldnt believe the mess i was in.&lt;br /&gt;and i swear i saw that the enrolment was on 26 june LAH.&lt;br /&gt;to think i read the letter and went through the information sheets so many times -_-"&lt;br /&gt;anw anw, after a frantic morning, the person finally told mi that i can get the enrolment done on wed instead.&lt;br /&gt;Phew phew phew!~&lt;br /&gt;oh yeps! went to mich's place after work. lols. went to fetch Shawn and Samuel with her before that. man, the three boys Shawn Samuel and Shane are simply adorable beyond description can. They realli noe how to amuse themselves and Shawn is such a vainpot! hahaa. i got kisses from each one of them! lols. anD that really made my day (: after that, mich brought mi to this realli great salon at AMK todae. She almost fainted when i told her i wanted to go to orchard to have my hair cut. hahaa. was still telling xue that auntie salon in my dictionary = those salons you see around housing estates. but this one turns out realli good! thumbs up! went fer brown instead of blonde in the end. didnt feel like bleaching my hair that's already in a pathetic dry state. boo! blew near to a hundred bucks at the salon. lols. money sure cum fast and go fast fer mi hur :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-115133754662690375?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/115133754662690375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=115133754662690375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115133754662690375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/115133754662690375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/06/blurhead.html' title='blurhead'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-115119919255342216</id><published>2006-06-24T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T10:04:17.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school starting</title><content type='html'>i am excited 'bt starting school&lt;br /&gt;but i just cant bring myself to look forward to my upcoming orientation :(&lt;br /&gt;my OGL called mi two days ago&lt;br /&gt;and he said THIS: "... We are gonna &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;play some games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and we will have to walk around the school. So dont wear heels... "&lt;br /&gt;PLAY SOME GAMES??!!&lt;br /&gt;gosh. that sounded so secondary school-ish can&lt;br /&gt;how interesting =/&lt;br /&gt;*roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;i almost fainted on the sport&lt;br /&gt;Cant they organise something more exciting than just merely a day orientation?&lt;br /&gt;boo!&lt;br /&gt;and the thing is&lt;br /&gt;i dunnoe of anyone who's going SIM's RMIT :((&lt;br /&gt;eugh.&lt;br /&gt;my life cant get any bettter i know.&lt;br /&gt;was telling wei wei the other day that i'm starting to get a little worried&lt;br /&gt;bt the kinda people i am going to meet [what if the girls in SIM are the bitchy lot? what if..] and stuff&lt;br /&gt;and the thing is: i am shy when i meet strangers okays&lt;br /&gt;as in i alwix feel awkward&lt;br /&gt;not knowing what to tok about&lt;br /&gt;as much as i love meeting new people, making new friends&lt;br /&gt;i HATE the awkward silence at times&lt;br /&gt;when you guys suddenly run out of topics.&lt;br /&gt;anD as i rattled on and on,&lt;br /&gt;that silly ger's laughter just got louder :(&lt;br /&gt;saying that she cant link the word SHY to mi -_-"&lt;br /&gt;i was serious that day okie, silly ger!&lt;br /&gt;alrights. i noe. sometimes i have too much free time that i start worrying bt this and that.&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;just hope that this wed will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;after all, its gonna be 3 years in RMIT.&lt;br /&gt;anw anw,&lt;br /&gt;to xixxi: &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY SWEET &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;, sweetheart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays. shall update again.&lt;br /&gt;nites ppl (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-18892888.post-114977418593150143</id><published>2006-06-08T16:49:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T18:29:50.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crappy life</title><content type='html'>oh fuck.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously dont like having a maid at home&lt;br /&gt;this is so pissifying!&lt;br /&gt;everything is just so not in place can&lt;br /&gt;anD it's driving mi nuts!!!!&lt;br /&gt;having a maid doesnt mean less work&lt;br /&gt;it means more work okays&lt;br /&gt;my lifestyle has to be compromised in one way or other&lt;br /&gt;anD that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUCKS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i cant take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;am gonna clean up my house thoroughly before leaving fer work tmr&lt;br /&gt;damn it&lt;br /&gt;wanted to mop my room todae&lt;br /&gt;only to find the mop hanged with all her lingerie, clothes and whatever rag there is&lt;br /&gt;as though that wasnt enough&lt;br /&gt;she doesnt clean the kitchen thoroughly after cooking LAH&lt;br /&gt;leaving it all greasy.&lt;br /&gt;the floor. the wall. she just cleans them fer the sake of it&lt;br /&gt;i was that near to telling her this, " You might as well not clean it."&lt;br /&gt;mummy doesnt usually use the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;and when she does&lt;br /&gt;she cleans it at least 2 times can&lt;br /&gt;it looks totally BRAND NEW LAH&lt;br /&gt;EUGH~~~~&lt;br /&gt;seriously. i am starting to hate it at home&lt;br /&gt;as in i feel irritated seeing it in a mess LAH.&lt;br /&gt;i know i am being kinda mean here&lt;br /&gt;but it's just this inner side of mi,&lt;br /&gt;this clean freak self that lives within mi that's protesting&lt;br /&gt;[the aftermath of living with a perfectionist- none other than my mummy]&lt;br /&gt;EEKS!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;if not fer the fact that my granny who cant do w/o a maid&lt;br /&gt;[since none of us can/know how to take care of her]&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WOULD NEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; agree to hiring a maid&lt;br /&gt;let alone letting her stay at my place&lt;br /&gt;man. when are all these nonsense ending??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CRAP.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt; i just feel like swearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114977418593150143?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114977418593150143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114977418593150143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114977418593150143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114977418593150143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/06/crappy-life_114977418593150143.html' title='crappy life'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-114958353087377337</id><published>2006-06-06T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T19:23:33.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>alrights. havent been blogging fer quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;let mi see..&lt;br /&gt;nothing much going on in my life actually&lt;br /&gt;but just in the mood to blog&lt;br /&gt;lols. i know. that is so typical of mi ['',]&lt;br /&gt;zouk on wed w/ the usual gals [xue choo and jac], xue's colleagues and of cus her jeremy&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. the music wasnt too bad&lt;br /&gt;but guess i still prefer it at Club Momo though.&lt;br /&gt;i like watching pole dance anD zouk doesnt have it LAH! hahaa&lt;br /&gt;man, my whole face was burning from the effect of Long Isand Tea can&lt;br /&gt;what's more Phuture was so damn freakin" packed that night&lt;br /&gt;felt as though i was dying [kie. this is a little exaggerating.]&lt;br /&gt;anD people wldnt stop stepping on my slippers&lt;br /&gt;[and i swear i really HATE it when people do so, be it intentionally or not]&lt;br /&gt;anD because of my not very ideal height&lt;br /&gt;[but still i meet the minimum height reQuirement fer SIA, okays?],&lt;br /&gt;people's elbow always hit mi LAH.&lt;br /&gt;damn idiot =(&lt;br /&gt;anw anw, got on the wrong bus again ytd.&lt;br /&gt;man, this must haf been the nth time i got onto the wrong bus-_-"&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how many times does this haf to happen before i actually learn my lesson&lt;br /&gt;go ahead and laugh your heads off, you evil freaks=(&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! granny and her maid mimi are staying over at my place fer a period of time&lt;br /&gt;which means earlier bedtime fer mi=(&lt;br /&gt;since they both need their sleep&lt;br /&gt;i cant be playing my music out loud like i normally do right&lt;br /&gt;anD that also means no midnight TV fer mi.&lt;br /&gt;not that i really mind&lt;br /&gt;but trying to get used to the change i guess.&lt;br /&gt;shall think on the bright side&lt;br /&gt;sleeping early= pretty pretty skin [ yep. no more horrendous skin(: ]&lt;br /&gt;okays. i seriously have got nothing to blog bt. heex. anw, pics up soon. yeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114958353087377337?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114958353087377337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114958353087377337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114958353087377337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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about&lt;br /&gt;you dont even need to use your leg anymore&lt;br /&gt;all it takes is just the motor.&lt;br /&gt;it makes mi wonder&lt;br /&gt;is that guy really lazy to that extent&lt;br /&gt;to even travel a short distance by foot?&lt;br /&gt;i mean does walking reQuire that much amount of energy?&lt;br /&gt;i cant help but wonder how would a wheelchair-bound being feel if he/she were to see this really dumb invention&lt;br /&gt;comical?&lt;br /&gt;i dunnoe.&lt;br /&gt;what a redundant invention&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, wuDever.&lt;br /&gt;*roll eyes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114836151349650554?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114836151349650554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114836151349650554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114836151349650554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114836151349650554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/05/redundant-invention.html' title='redundant invention'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-114827766597865019</id><published>2006-05-22T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T13:10:35.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i just get so damn tired of excuses&lt;br /&gt;that i dun bother to listen&lt;br /&gt;perhaps not explaining would be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114827766597865019?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114827766597865019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114827766597865019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114827766597865019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114827766597865019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/05/sometimes-i-just-get-so-damn-tired-of.html' title=''/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-114827778634794731</id><published>2006-05-21T08:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T14:03:06.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick.</title><content type='html'>urgh. the feeling of falling ill sucks&lt;br /&gt;and it alwix happen when i played too much&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless, the past few days have been really fun(:&lt;br /&gt;anw, back to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114827778634794731?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114827778634794731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114827778634794731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114827778634794731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114827778634794731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/05/sick.html' title='sick.'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-114799310966126703</id><published>2006-05-18T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T09:34:25.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy b!rthday(:</title><content type='html'>to my silly brother:&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HAPPY &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;17th&lt;/span&gt; BIRTHDAE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;hahaa! terence that silly boy turned 17 today.&lt;br /&gt;had a simple get-together dinner anD mini celebration fer him&lt;br /&gt;cus Daddy had to rush off to somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;it was nonetheless great i would say&lt;br /&gt;i lurf family get-together sessions like this&lt;br /&gt;it's so rare that i realli treasure times like this&lt;br /&gt;as in sometimes we dun even get to see one another around&lt;br /&gt;not that we dont want to, but our working time clashes.&lt;br /&gt;besides, we are all busy with our own life&lt;br /&gt;daddy's busy with work anD his QCC stuff, terence with his study anD mummy with her work [anD of cus shopping]&lt;br /&gt;anyways anyways, terence let mummy anD i try the cookies jolene made fer him. man, its great! lols. yummilicious. slurp~ it's so nice anD fresh that i dont mind eating at night. hahaa! sinful. tsk tsk. anw, thanks jolene! i thought that was really sweet of you(: you made him a realli happy boy. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;i just uploaded the pics anw. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIQI's b!rthday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the birthday gEr(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dian anD Shirley. hahaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0040.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;random pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the damn cuTe happy house chocolate series that rubber anD i saw in this cuTe lil korean shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the giant pocky Sandy bought fer us. lols.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think seriously. myee eyebrows are getting a littke too thick. hahaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;terence's b!rthdae&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;lols. i alwix fing pictures of people blowing candles very farni. hahaa. dun ask mi why.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0040.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0040.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0045.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0045.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114799310966126703?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114799310966126703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114799310966126703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114799310966126703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114799310966126703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-brthday.html' title='happy b!rthday(:'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-114784195620641065</id><published>2006-05-17T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T22:53:10.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just received a msg from nyjc&lt;br /&gt;telling us to return to school fer collection of the A's cert.&lt;br /&gt;i havent got any idea why.&lt;br /&gt;buT there's just this fear in mi&lt;br /&gt;to even step into the school again.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i aint as strong as i appear to be&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i just havent really come to accept the fact that there's a fucking O in myee A's cert.&lt;br /&gt;or perhaps its just the memories that i dun wish to be reminded of.&lt;br /&gt;in whichever case.&lt;br /&gt;all i know is that&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DREAD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the feeling of returning to that school.&lt;br /&gt;YES. i repeat.&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; DREAD&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;RETURNING TO NYJC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;anyways anyways, just went to the shipping department. guess what that dumb Jerry anD Roy called mi anD Dian. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRAFFIC POLICE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;know why? cus coicidentally, i was wearing myee super duper bright limegreen hairband anD Dian was wearing her limegreen earrings. so ta da~ we became the traffic police-_-" Thank you very much. i was printing shipping labels anD jerry was telling Roy that i was issuing "san man" [fines in some dialect]. very farni mr jerry [actually, to speak the truth,  it's rather hilarious lah. i was laughing fer the entire day at least. whenever the thought of us being traffic police crossed my mind]. damn idiot can. neh~ he even asked Dian if she watched soccer. He asked Dian to check out which team wears limegreen jersey anD asked her to get one to match with her earrings. i wanted to throw myee slippers ald can. hahaa. &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/18892888-114784195620641065?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114784195620641065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114784195620641065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114784195620641065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114784195620641065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-received-msg-from-nyjc-telling-us.html' title=''/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-114769898853168707</id><published>2006-05-15T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T21:16:28.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alive anD kicking!&lt;br /&gt;hahaa. surprised?&lt;br /&gt;wells, all i could sae is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lurf &lt;/span&gt;my mummy daddy anD godmummy more than anyone else!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;auntie HXY's right after all. it's through hard times that toughen us up anD that no matter how bad things are, they will work out eventually. somehow. thanks gal! lurf you to bits!! anD not forgetting joanne!! thanks fer being there anD offering to chill with mi despite your tight schedule. *huggiEs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114769898853168707?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114769898853168707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114769898853168707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114769898853168707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114769898853168707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/05/alive-and-kicking-hahaa.html' title=''/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-114762723825186048</id><published>2006-05-15T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T01:20:38.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dead</title><content type='html'>the world just crashed on her&lt;br /&gt;anD she's dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114762723825186048?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114762723825186048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114762723825186048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114762723825186048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114762723825186048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/05/dead.html' title='dead'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-114762712555132291</id><published>2006-05-14T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T08:29:45.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><content type='html'>i kept having weird customers this weekend. yesterday was an old hag. YES. an old hag who wanted to buy our jackets anD kept insisting that our jackets are way too expensive. she actually looks like one of those old grannies we see in ghost shows, where they actualli pick cardboards to earn a living. who always curse that you will meet with a misfortune. yep. that's why she gave mi a creepy feeling. i mean, she's so queer! anD she wouldnt stop criticising anD complaining that the cutting is way too small. She just insisted that she's right when its actualli the top she wore that's too thick. thus making her feel tight. damn idiot can. made a mess anD she has the cheeks to leave without buying any of the jackets that she claimed is fer teenagers who hasnt gone through puberty/ fully developed yet-_-" why did she try it in that case? she's just so damn irritating. i realli felt like using myee slippers anD slam it against that mouth of hers. anD she dare give mi some lame excuse that she wanted to get it fer someone else. *roll eyes* i mean come on LAH, obviously you wanted to get it fer yourself but you are scared that people will say that the design is too young fer you. i am not 3 year old kid alrights. oh wells, ike i care.&lt;br /&gt;another weird woman i met toDae scared the hell out of mi. YES. i was like trembling already. man, she's so scary can. omgawd. anD crude. she was talking VERY loudly. anD i mean VERY. mine [which is already very loud] is absolutely nothing as compared to hers. her daughter is actually a little mentally disabled. yeps. so she actualli insisted that her daughter get a pink tee. which her daughter didnt like. so the woman was like screaming. omgawd. she's just very scary that i can shudder at the thought of it. anD she kept bargaining, wanting to get the tee-shirt at 15 instead of 18. *roll eyes. told her i not the ladyboss, cant actualli give her that price. anD she wouldnt stop grumbling anD complaining that i dun want to lower the price. grRrr... wuDever. am so glad when she finally left. omgawd. irritating customers =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114762712555132291?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114762712555132291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114762712555132291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114762712555132291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114762712555132291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post_14.html' title='=('/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-114757212809388339</id><published>2006-05-14T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T01:05:55.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long long</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;12may&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a great day out in town with rubby. went to watch &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;When a stranger calls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; since tickets fer Aquamarine were sold out=( anways anyways, i was laughing damn hard in the theatre can. not because of the show of cus. lols. if you are smart enough. YES. it's our miss rubber. man, that silly girl can reali scream when watching thrillers. i swear that she screamed into myee ears at least three times LAH. hahaa! silly gal. dont say i didnt warn you people out there. sometimes her scream can really give you cardiac attack, seriously. lols. think twice before asking her out fer thrillers. rubby said that the show was pretty nice , which i absolutely disagreed. lols. i was so bored in the middle part that i almost fell asleep can. Can you imagine? falling asleep watching thrillers! you get the idea how bored the show is. anD the thrilling part only lasted fer what seems like 10 minutes. anD i hate the ending can!! the mystery guy turned out to be a serial killer with an unknown identity who committed 50 murder cases. omgawd.just like that. what a STUPID ending. *roll eyes* i was still guessing anD telling rubby maybe he wanted to murder the family cus" he wanted to get hold of some antiques or microchip in the house. anD rubby says i think too much=/ neh~the show was such a letdown. it didnt turn out as nice as the title suggested. okays, i know i'm whining alot over a $9.50 show. never mind, i'm waiting fer the&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; da vinci code&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will be showing next week!! anD  i think that will be alot more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes!! rubber saw this farni guy with moustache that looks like those you see in "Aladdin". he was in the same cabin as the 2 of us. i havent got ani idea what the man did to his moustache or wuDever. he probably went to wax it or even applied sticky glue on it. god knows! anways anyways, i just burst out laughing when rubby got mi to look at mi [the usual. hahaa!] the guy knows that i'm laughing at him LAH. idiot. but i realli couldnt control myself, seriously. the sight was damn farni. so i start taking things out from my shopping bags anD pretended that it was something else that i was laughing at. of cus that wasnt too convincing. i was so glad he alighted at the next stop. else i think i would laugh all the way to Khatib anD he can throw his slippers at mi. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;13may&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working at Cineleisure. am pretty bored with the job already. guess i will quit soon anD hunt fer some other witressing or retail weekend jobs when school starts. i pretty much dread to work there, especially on saturday. its not the nature of job i'm toking about. i just dun like it as in each week i go there, it will be a fresh beginning. there will be new stocks anD stuff. i would them have to familiarise myself with the stocks. u cant possibly expect a customer to wait long when they ask fer say, a new piece right.&lt;br /&gt;anyways anyways, the dateline fer submission of the reply slip fer RMIT is tomorrow. 12may2006!! anD i havent actually done so. how how how? okays, i know i realli ought to bang myself against the wall anD just die at times. grrr..&lt;br /&gt;anD oh YES. saw this group of cheena freaks on myee way home. damn it. spoil my day. and they are fuckin" childish anD crude can. omgawd. i sinply loathe cheena freaks. spastic people who pollute the air with some dumb language of theirs, making our civilised society look like some piece of shit with stupid behaviours of theirs. can u imagine? a group of guy pulling a guy, not letting him get down when he reached his station. i thought obli pri sch kids do that? oh werlls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114757212809388339?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114757212809388339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114757212809388339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114757212809388339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114757212809388339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/05/long-long.html' title='long long'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-114720477565324896</id><published>2006-05-10T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T04:18:44.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!!</title><content type='html'>Wtf. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;mr delievery man, Dian anD I are not obliged to help you with the delievery okays. That&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;s your job, NOT ours. you are paid to deliever the goods mind you. We are merely doing it out of kindness. If that’s how you thank us, just forget it. FUCK off. i dont even give a damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirley got Dian anD i to escort this stationery delivery guy. man, he's so not appreciative crude rude barbarian anD whatsoever. We were helping him out with some of the delivery [the lighter boxes of cus] since he was alone. anD guess what? he acted as though we are obliged to help him LAH. omgawd omgawd! i was so pissed tat i just walked off anD went to do myee stuff. i didnt even bother to escort him down. i hope he gets caught by the security. i will be rolling on the floor laughing. damn it. should haf gotten Dian not to escort him down. why did such people even exist on this universe? damn it damn it~~ sorry buT i'm just so mean to people who aint very nice.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I am getting very tired of this damn admin job. buT i realli dont know how to put it across to Shirley. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;F.A.T.I.G.U.E &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Seriously. I wldnt be surprised if I were to find myself walking off just like that one fine dae. Or decide not to turn up fer work. i am starting to get very annoyed with people who dont do their jobs properly anD end up having to look fer mi/Dian fer invoices. freaking irritating can. cant they see that its alot of trouble fer us, on top of our workload? damn idiiot LAH. thank you so much hur.&lt;br /&gt;eeks~ i was so damn pissed that i broke down crying todae in office. grr.. WUDEVER. nono, it's not PMS alrights.&lt;br /&gt;anw on the lighter note, i shall talk about the best beverage ever in town. hahaa. hazel's creation. ever stood in the pantry anD cant decide what to get fer yourself? try mixing coffee anD milo powder! gosh. it tastes great! lols. kie kie, i know i have weird tastebuds. first with eating milo powder anD now a coffee + milo powder drink. how interesting can life get LAH. hahaa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114720477565324896?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114720477565324896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114720477565324896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114720477565324896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114720477565324896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post_10.html' title='!!!!'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-114701986936067791</id><published>2006-05-07T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T00:54:08.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zouk</title><content type='html'>neh~ went to Zouk anD Phuture w/auntie HXY anD three of her colleagues, Joyce Ziling anD Ben. gosh. the session was such a horrid. was so turned off by the music. gosh. i swear. that was the worst clubbing experience ever. &lt;strike&gt;everyone &lt;/strike&gt;okays. most of the people there [if that makes a difference] were self entertaining, trying so hard to make themselves high. anD of cus that includes the five of us. since Apricot Brandy that we had didnt make us very high either. it was a funny sight nonetheless. to see people making such effort. i mean people putting in efforts to make themselves high enough while clubbing. doesnt this sound funny? lols. when it could have been done effortlessly at MOS or even club momo w/ the right genre of music.&lt;br /&gt;alrites. i am done with whining. am off to bed. i am seriously deprived of sleep.YES. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SLEEP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! lols. oOoOo anD before i'm off to bed, i want to get brown eyeshadow!! i think they make our eyes look a lot prettier. okie okie, i noe this is very random. like out of nowhere, the topic of eyeshadow surface. hahaa. nites people(: &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i have no idea why. buT i'm feeling damn weird while posting this entry. it just feels weird blogging bt what i did anD stuff.. updating my life. since i aint any celebrity or wudsoever. buT i just have to complain anD get it of my chest!! hahaa. so i guess i dun realli have much of a choice over here. lols. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114701986936067791?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114701986936067791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114701986936067791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114701986936067791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114701986936067791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/05/zouk.html' title='zouk'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-114702205194605090</id><published>2006-05-07T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T01:14:11.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tan!</title><content type='html'>hahaa! mummy just asked mi a question that makes mi very happy. here goes:&lt;br /&gt;"omg. what did you do to yourself? how come your complexion become darker?"&lt;br /&gt;heex. Life's beautiful. smile(:&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling so happy now.&lt;br /&gt;nah nah~* tra-lalaa~~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114702205194605090?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114702205194605090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114702205194605090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114702205194605090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114702205194605090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/05/tan.html' title='tan!'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-114688050579711172</id><published>2006-05-06T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T09:57:20.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shopaholic</title><content type='html'>mummy anD i are getting from bad to worse. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;now, even the shoe cabinet is not big enough to "accomodate" all our shoes now.&lt;br /&gt;mummy is already starting to keep shoes in her room&lt;br /&gt;she has got so many pairs that she hasn't wore before can.&lt;br /&gt;with a mummy who wouldnt stop buying shoes&lt;br /&gt;anD my fetish fer heels&lt;br /&gt;i guess gettting a bigger shoe cabinet is thee only way out. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;anD our nail polish collection! gosh. i realli ought to take a picture of all the bottles one fine day.&lt;br /&gt;lols. so i guess the "shopaholic" genes in mi aint realli myee fault.&lt;br /&gt;hahaa! anD that shall give mi the excuse to shop anD splurge more. heh.&lt;br /&gt;anyway anyway, was looking fer more pictures to put up in myee room.&lt;br /&gt;anD guess what i managed to dig out!&lt;br /&gt;talaa~ here goes : &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/instant%20pic%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/instant%20pic%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;TERENCE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/instant%20pic%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/instant%20pic%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuTe right. of cus! he has myee good genes(: hehee.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/instant%20pic%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/instant%20pic%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/instant%20pic%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/instant%20pic%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/instant%20pic%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/instant%20pic%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/instant%20pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/instant%20pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/instant%20pic%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/instant%20pic%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anD not forgetting the greatest parents of all ['',]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114688050579711172?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114688050579711172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114688050579711172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114688050579711172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114688050579711172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/05/shopaholic.html' title='shopaholic'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-114687916168085076</id><published>2006-05-06T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T09:35:07.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>February</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;gosh, this is so true fer mi(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick the month that you were born in and see if its true fer you! lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;JANUARY:&lt;/span&gt; Ambitious and serious. Loves to teach and be taught. Always looking at people's flaws and weaknesses. Likes to criticize. Hardworking and productive. Smart, neat and organized. Sensitive and has deep thoughts. Knows how to make others happy. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Rather reserved. Highly attentive. Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds. Romantic but has difficulties expressing love. Loves children. Loyal. Has great social abilities yet easily jealous. Very Stubborn and money cautious.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;FEBRUARY:&lt;/span&gt; Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Changing personality&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Temperamental&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Loves aggressiveness.&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Too sensitive and easily hurt. Showing anger easily.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Dislike unnecessary things. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loves making friends but rarely shows it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Daring and&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; stubborn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Ambitious. Realizing dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Spendthrift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Learns to show emotions&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;MARCH:&lt;/span&gt; Attractive personality. Affectionate. Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others. Revengeful. Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves traveling. Loves attention. Hasty decisions in choosing partners. Loves home decors. Musically talented. Loves special things. Moody.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;APRIL:&lt;/span&gt; Active and dynamic. Decisive and haste but tends to regret.&lt;br /&gt;Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people's problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Emotional. Aggressive. Hasty. Good memory. Moving Motivates oneself and others. Sickness usually of the head and chest.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;MAY:&lt;/span&gt; Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint! . Needs no motivation. Easily consoled. Systematic (left b! rain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High spirited. Spendthrift.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;JUNE:&lt;/span&gt; Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and&lt;br /&gt;soft-spoken. Having lots of ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Abiding. Able to show character. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Brand conscious. Executive. Stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;JULY:&lt;/span&gt; Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings. tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets.Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Likes to be quiet. Homely person. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Prone to having stomach and dieting problems. Loves to be loved. Easily hu! rt but takes long to r ecover.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;AUGUST:&lt;/span&gt; Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities. Knows how to console others. Too generous and egoistic. Takes high pride of oneself. Thirsty for praises. Extraordinary spirit. Easily angered. Angry when provoked. Easily jealous. Observant. Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly. Independent thoughts. Loves to lead and to be led. Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, music and defense. Sensitive but not petty. Poor resistance against illnesses. Learns to relax. Hasty and trusty. Romantic. Loving and caring. Loves to make friends .&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;SEPTEMBER:&lt;/span&gt; Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to point out people's mistakes. Likes to criticize. Quiet but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed.&lt;br /&gt;Trustworthy, loyal and honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive. Thinking generous. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves sports, leisure and traveling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Very choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;OCTOBER:&lt;/span&gt; Loves to chat. Loves those who loves him. Loves to takes things at the center. Attractive and suave. Inner and physical beauty. Does not lie or pretend. Sympathetic. Treats friends importantly. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care of what others think. Emotional. Decisive. Strong clairvoyance. Loves to travel, the arts and literature. Soft-spoken, loving and caring Romantic !!! Touchy and ea! sily jealous. Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair. Spendthrift. Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence. Loves children.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6600cc;"&gt;NOVEMBER:&lt;/span&gt; Has a lot of ideas. Difficult to fathom. Thinks forward. Unique and brilliant. Extraordinary ideas. Sharp thinking. Fine and strong&lt;br /&gt;clairvoyance. Can become good doctors. Dynamic in personality. Secretive. Inquisitive. Knows how to dig secrets. Always thinking. Less talkative but amiable. Brave and generous. Patient. Stubborn and hard-hearted. If there is a will, there is a way. Determined. Never give up. Hardly becomes angry unless provoked. Loves to be alone. Thinks differently from others. Sharp-minded. Motivates oneself. Does not appreciates praises. High-spirited. Well-built and tough. Deep love and emotions. Romantic. Uncertain in relationships. Homely. Hardworking. High abilities. Trustworthy. Honest and keeps secrets. Not able to control emotions. Unpredictable&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114687916168085076?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114687916168085076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114687916168085076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114687916168085076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114687916168085076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/05/february.html' title='February'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-114685095063268869</id><published>2006-05-06T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T09:36:16.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nice day out on 4th may</title><content type='html'>okays. pictures are up as promised. captions later kie kie. lols.&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0338.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nice nice? lols. more subway-ing sun tanning anD cam whoring, auntie HXY!! hehee.&lt;br /&gt;you anD your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;White Macadamia Nut Cookie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi anD my &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;double chocolate chip cookie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PERFECT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114685095063268869?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114685095063268869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114685095063268869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114685095063268869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114685095063268869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/05/nice-day-out-on-4th-may.html' title='nice day out on 4th may'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-114684750652941169</id><published>2006-05-06T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T01:33:32.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Dear Applicant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;We refer to your application for a place in the 37th intake of the full-time Bachelor of Business(Management) programme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We are&lt;/span&gt; are pleased to inform you that you have been offered a full-time place in the &lt;strong&gt;37th intake&lt;/strong&gt; commencing in the first week of &lt;strong&gt;July 2006&lt;/strong&gt;. Please note that the ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;YES!! i received the letter of acceptance from RMIT!! like finally. after 10000 years. the letter i have been awaiting finally found its way here(: disappointment after disappointment each time i open my mailbox anD see that it's not there. everything was there! FLYERS. BILLS. EVERYTHING but this letter. lols. seriously. life cant get any better. i'm going to the course of my dream!! ewww.. RMIT's BBM degree that is. hehee. happy gal(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh hahaa! was chatting on messenger with rubby that day while at work. she was telling mi that i could have applied fer NUS's sociology anD got in actually [cus a friend of siming did so anD got in.] lols. i was trying to imagine myself as a social worker in some family service centre. hahaa! it was a pretty farni thought.&lt;br /&gt;okays okays. pardon mi. buT this post is going to be random again. hehee. the usual.&lt;br /&gt;just thought of the question that Terence ask that dae. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;why is the society so much more intolerant fer gays than they are fer lesbians?&lt;/span&gt; come to thinkof it, i realli havent got any idea. perhaps its just the masculine characteristic that all guys are supposed to have. the stereotype that society puts across the male population. so much so that they actually find it hard to accept a guy been taken care of/ look upon as a girl by another guy. it just didnt make sense to them i guess. in any case, i am perfectly fine with homosexual. yes. even gays. buT not like that of colin anD kero of cus [guess you wld have heard of them by now]. again, that's crossing the line. i just think its so not right to tell the whole world what you did with your the other half. i mean definitely not blogging bt every single thing that u guys did? i mean. is there even a need to like announce to the whole world that you guys hold hands, kissed wuDever? i dunnoe. it's not wrong. buT i guess it's not very right either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114684750652941169?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114684750652941169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114684750652941169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114684750652941169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114684750652941169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/05/it-reads-dear-applicant-we-refer-to.html' title=''/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-114674824888051520</id><published>2006-05-04T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T21:18:54.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=))</title><content type='html'>alrights [damn idiot. i just cant get the spelling of this right fer this first time], in case any one of you is wondering, yours truly is still alive and kicking. YES. i have yet to die of cardiac attack while waiting fer the letter of acceptance from RMIT university. i apologise fer not blogging faithfully. i know the feeling of visiting a site anD its the same old entry you see. i swear i do, okays. lols. anw, as i was saying, its not that i dont want to blog. its just that each time i come here, i haf alot to say, to comment on, to curse and whine about. but everything's just so random that i have no idea where to start. i would organise my thoughts anD end up falling asleep halfway through. anD when i wake up, i just feel like saving it as draft. anD that explains fer the chunk of drafts in my account. so i guess its not realli myee fault right. heheh. lols. one fine day, i will finish my entries. YES. i will (: hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;anyway anyway, todae was a great day [okays. actualli we onli spent the morning tgt] out with myee auntie HXY. man, i'm telling you guys, this ger is getting more anD more auntie. lols. seriously. you should try to date her one of these days anD you will see wuD i meant. [see! as promised, i blogged bt you, miss HXY!! hehe.] silly ger~* hahaa. subway-ing, sun-tanning, cam-whoring it was. a hell lot of fun we had(: heh. gerlynn+hazel alwix eQuates to crazy times tgt. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;okie okie, pictures up soon i promise kie kie =) update soon! miss mi ['',]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114674824888051520?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114674824888051520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114674824888051520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114674824888051520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114674824888051520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title='=))'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-114584803929362636</id><published>2006-04-24T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T02:14:40.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>hahaa! this song that's playing on my blog's freaking nicee can. simply lurf it(: lols. it took mi 10000 years to find out the song title okays. anD after asking a zillion people, i finally got my answer. happy gEr i am now(:&lt;br /&gt;started work at suntec pushcart toDae. sales's pretty good(: work's pretty alright i guess. just that it's alot more tiring as compared to work at motorola. then again, i very much prefer this job to the one at motorola. given the chatterbox nature of mine, how do you expect mi to kip my mouth shut lah. hahaa! i'm seriously getting damn sick anD tired of admin. work. wud's morre, i have my *bling bling* guy wrking in Lacoste to look at. lols. YES. myee new eye-candy. damn cuTe alrights. anyway anyway, do look fer mi if you are thinking of getting explicit tees (: hees.&lt;br /&gt;this is getting so depressing! was reading blogs anD stuff. anD everyone's receiving letters of confirmation from various universities!! where's mine?? nowhere in sight =(( then again, it might not be a good thing to receive letter. fer all u noe, it might be a rejection letter. boohoo~ it's not about hafing confidence here alrights. dun tell mi all those craps. its not as though i will be approved if i haf more confidence in myself. i need luck!!! YES. L.U.C.K. neh neh~ grant mi a place in RMIT's BBM course purleese. whoever i am praying to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114584803929362636?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114584803929362636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114584803929362636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114584803929362636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114584803929362636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post_24.html' title='=)'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-114490615979794359</id><published>2006-04-13T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T13:29:19.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAT</title><content type='html'>damn it. my used-to-be ultra loose white skirt feels so tight now&lt;br /&gt;thank you so much =/&lt;br /&gt;anD the best thing&lt;br /&gt;my appetitie's now twice as big as before [ie before i fell ill]&lt;br /&gt;wth.&lt;br /&gt;bad day =(&lt;br /&gt;go ahead. laugh your heads off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114490615979794359?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114490615979794359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114490615979794359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114490615979794359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114490615979794359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/04/fat.html' title='FAT'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-114489123877789012</id><published>2006-04-13T07:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T02:01:16.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alrights. havent been blogging faithfully.&lt;br /&gt;let mi see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;9march &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supEr crazy day out with myee aunty HXY.&lt;br /&gt;taking off our heels anD racing down the stairs at dhoby ghaut station barefooted like nobody's business cus our feet are hurting so badly =( [all thanks to our heels. vainpots. lols]&lt;br /&gt;i swear. today was the funniest day out. seriously. fer the entire day out, we were laughing at least half the time.&lt;br /&gt;mi pushing the wrong trolley at IKEA -_-"&lt;br /&gt;us getting auntie, fantasizing on how to revamp our room, buying our side table anD end up taking cab home. hahaa!&lt;br /&gt;indulgence in our usual subway melt&lt;br /&gt;pure fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no tanning todae all thanks to our mr sun who went into hiding=(&lt;br /&gt;no polaroids=(&lt;br /&gt;neh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;10 march &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terrible day. it's horrible + terrible + iccoerrigble _ wudever-ble u can think of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SICK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you so much&lt;br /&gt;was so ill that all i could do was lie on bed =(&lt;br /&gt;fever, migraine [hate it], flu, muscle ache [frm fever], throw up, cough&lt;br /&gt;u name it&lt;br /&gt;wudever that you list, i am suffering from it.&lt;br /&gt;so dumb =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114489123877789012?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114489123877789012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114489123877789012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114489123877789012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114489123877789012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/04/alrights.html' title=''/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-114420038905418263</id><published>2006-04-05T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T09:26:29.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Anthony Costa &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do You Ever Think Of Me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wonder&lt;br /&gt;What sky I'm lying under&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think of me&lt;br /&gt;Does your heart remember&lt;br /&gt;How we used to feel&lt;br /&gt;When it used to think of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I need to know&lt;br /&gt;When you're on your own&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss what might have been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World don't stop turning&lt;br /&gt;Stars don't stop falling down&lt;br /&gt;In my world of make believe&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got different stories&lt;br /&gt;And all our never endings now&lt;br /&gt;Even thought your heart is free&lt;br /&gt;Still my heart wont let me be&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're on different shores&lt;br /&gt;Do we just drift away&lt;br /&gt;Do the memories fall&lt;br /&gt;Like a driving rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I need to know&lt;br /&gt;When you're on your own&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss what might have been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World don't stop turning&lt;br /&gt;Stars don't stop falling down&lt;br /&gt;In my world of make believe&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got different stories&lt;br /&gt;And all our never endings now&lt;br /&gt;Even thought your heart is free&lt;br /&gt;Still my heart wont let me be&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think of me (x2)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114420038905418263?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114420038905418263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114420038905418263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114420038905418263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114420038905418263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/04/anthony-costa-do-you-ever-think-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-114419811180869663</id><published>2006-04-04T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T08:55:29.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>life's beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;so i shall smile.&lt;br /&gt;though that something that made mi smile yesterday did not do its job todae :(&lt;br /&gt;boo~* &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Image(271).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Image%28271%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dian's cousin(:&lt;br /&gt;simply adorable can.&lt;br /&gt;lol&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Image(270).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Image%28270%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love your enemy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and make them darn mad (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nice one from Jamie Yeo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hahaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114419811180869663?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114419811180869663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114419811180869663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114419811180869663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114419811180869663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-114408982269213640</id><published>2006-04-03T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T09:18:12.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random post(:</title><content type='html'>a random post this shall be. hahaa! miss hazel's a happy gEr todae. so talaa~ here she is, blogging(: anw, i just realised that we are already into the month of like April? time rockets!! i swear it does! like it seems just yesterday that i ended my biology paper on the very last day of my As. and here i am, starting school in three months's time [ie if my application fer RMIT's BBM degree's successful of cus]. hahaa. this is&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! havent been makinmg good use of my holiday. seriously! like there are tons of things which i'm supposed to have done buT havent actually got down to doing! like driving lessons. alrites, i havent even took the test date fer theory :( [gosh. at the rate i'm going, how am i gonna get myee license before i hit 20?] i havent taken up kickboxing class! i havent.. there goes, myee list of "i havent&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anD i havent been exercising! gosh. anD i have been consuming junk food like nobody's business can. anD the best thing of all, just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;pumpings are enough to kill me now-_-" 10 pumpings anD myee muscle will ache like nobody's business the very next day. man, all myee stamina, needless to sae, gone too =( it has been like 10000 years since i last swam!!! jogging! swimming! i havent did any of those in ages!! gosh. *faints&lt;br /&gt;hahaa! anw i'm like so in love with barbie dolls(: i just got fer myself the barbie series stickers [YES. again. hahaa.] they are like so adorable can. lol. in fact, i'm actually thinking of getting more barbie series stuff. a utensil set perhaps, if they have it(: stationery would be nicee too(: [hahaa! imagine everyone in RMIT's lecture hall giving mi that "i feel like throwing my slippers at her" kinda look when they see mi taking out my barbie series stationery. lol. the thought of everyone's "oh god. i'm gonna faint. what's this crazy girl doing in our lecture group" expression's erm.. quite farni.]&lt;br /&gt;anD they actually have barbie fragrance series!! omgawd. can u believe that? hahaa! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Barbie_Pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Barbie_Pink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;my barbie series stickers(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0682.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Photo-0682.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0680.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Photo-0680.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Photo-0678.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0685.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0683.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Photo-0683.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0684.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;alrites. enough of my bitching. i'm just in good mood. heh(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am i reading too much into things?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i think i am.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i hope i'm not though&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, here are pictures of what i have been up to fer the past weeks. i know i know! that all these happened like 10000 years ago. buT i was just too lazy to post the pictures lah. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tanning day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0100.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0100.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0098.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0110.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Photo-0524.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0527.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Photo-0527.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0108.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;24 march stayover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hahaa! our miss jacintha's still in bed(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all girls' night out at MOS (I)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Photo-0641.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lurf myee pretty pretty pink crown(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Photo-0654.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;waiting fer siming anD joanne (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Photo-0656.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(:&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0656.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Photo-0662.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i lurf this picture['',]&lt;br /&gt;taken by some river. cant really remember. doesnt realli matter iguess. lol.&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Photo-0661.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7 years of friendship(:&lt;br /&gt;besties fer life.&lt;br /&gt;*cheerios&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;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;all girls night out at MOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; (II)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0524.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/prettypic-0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/prettypic-0048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114408982269213640?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114408982269213640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114408982269213640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114408982269213640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114408982269213640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/04/random-post.html' title='random post(:'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-114395121379620063</id><published>2006-04-02T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T12:13:33.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ever the same</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ROB THOMAS&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ever The Same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were drawn from the weeds&lt;br /&gt;We were brave like soldiers&lt;br /&gt;Falling down under the pale moonlight&lt;br /&gt;You were holding to me&lt;br /&gt;Like a someone broken&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn't tell you but I'm telling you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let me hold you while you're falling apart&lt;br /&gt;Just let me hold you and we'll both fall down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall on me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me everything you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;Forever with you forever in me&lt;br /&gt;Ever the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would stand in the windWe were free like water&lt;br /&gt;Flowing down&lt;br /&gt;Under the warmth of the sun&lt;br /&gt;Now it's cold and we're scared&lt;br /&gt;And we've both been shaken&lt;br /&gt;Hey, look at us&lt;br /&gt;Man, this doesn't need to be the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let me hold you while you're falling apart&lt;br /&gt;Just let me hold you and we'll both fall down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall on me tell me everything you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;Forever with you&lt;br /&gt;Forever in me&lt;br /&gt;Ever the same&lt;br /&gt;Call on me&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you and you'll be there for me&lt;br /&gt;Forever it's you&lt;br /&gt;Forever in me&lt;br /&gt;Ever the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may need me there&lt;br /&gt;To carry all your weight&lt;br /&gt;But you're no burden I assure&lt;br /&gt;You tide me over&lt;br /&gt;With a warmth I'll not forget&lt;br /&gt;But I can only give you love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall on me tell me everything you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;Forever with you&lt;br /&gt;Forever in me&lt;br /&gt;Ever the same&lt;br /&gt;Call on me&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you and you'll be there for me&lt;br /&gt;Forever it's you&lt;br /&gt;Forever in me&lt;br /&gt;Ever the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever with you&lt;br /&gt;Forever in me&lt;br /&gt;Ever the same(Ever the same)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaa! this track has been repeating on my player fer the nth time.&lt;br /&gt;anD i'm still not sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;becoming addicted to this song (:&lt;br /&gt;it's damn freaking nicee can. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114395121379620063?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114395121379620063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114395121379620063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114395121379620063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114395121379620063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/04/ever-same.html' title='ever the same'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-114390457588211109</id><published>2006-04-01T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T01:16:18.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cheena freaks</title><content type='html'>i know very well i'm being mean,ill-mannered.. wuDever&lt;br /&gt;buT seriously, i'm just really intolerant towards cheena people&lt;br /&gt;[better known as cheena freaks]&lt;br /&gt;*roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;like i care&lt;br /&gt;i just hate their stupid accent&lt;br /&gt;it realli makes mi feel like slapping them&lt;br /&gt;eeks~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114390457588211109?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114390457588211109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114390457588211109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114390457588211109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114390457588211109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/04/cheena-freaks.html' title='cheena freaks'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-114384135509199645</id><published>2006-04-01T05:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T23:13:23.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Y&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;ur &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; profile &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You have a strong personality that likes to take risks if the rewards are worth it. You don't like being told what to do and prefer to take matters into your own hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elegance is essential. It doesn't matter if you are going to the opera or the to the corner shop, you make sure that you look fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Variety is the spice of life! You are comfortable in any crowd or situation, and always come away with new friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You are a very practical person. It's more important to you that the things you own are useful, rather than nice to look at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Loves to talk to friends - keeps in close contact with friends. You are very outgoing and have no problem saying what you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You are very considerate. Friendship is the world to you, and you are friends with everyone. Be careful, as sometimes this works against you if you are too trusting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chinapaint.com/eng/flash/colorandme_en.swf" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.chinapaint.com/eng/flash/colorandme_en.swf&lt;/a&gt; (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114384135509199645?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114384135509199645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114384135509199645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114384135509199645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114384135509199645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/04/your-colour-profile-you-have-strong.html' title=''/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-114327569016334545</id><published>2006-03-25T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T19:42:39.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smile!</title><content type='html'>why is the tinge of pain still there&lt;br /&gt;when i heard things bt you&lt;br /&gt;when i thought i haf long gotten over you&lt;br /&gt;when i thought you were a mere part of my fond memories&lt;br /&gt;[or rather you were supposed to be]&lt;br /&gt;was it more of a habit&lt;br /&gt;that i haf gotten so used to the fact that i am fond of u&lt;br /&gt;that i simply havent learn how to let go.&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;i guEss it doesn't matter does it?&lt;br /&gt;oh well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;IT DOESN'T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;anD myee all-time favourite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;dun cry cus' it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;smile cus it happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;life goes on (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114327569016334545?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114327569016334545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114327569016334545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114327569016334545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114327569016334545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/03/smile.html' title='smile!'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-114316157468745547</id><published>2006-03-24T08:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T08:56:28.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so yesterday</title><content type='html'>this was one of my topmost favourite back in JC.&lt;br /&gt;anD i think i still like it&lt;br /&gt;after a year(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;So Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; - hilary duff&lt;br /&gt;You can change your life - if you wanna&lt;br /&gt;You can change your clothes - if you wanna&lt;br /&gt;If you change your mind&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's the way it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm gonna keep your jeans&lt;br /&gt;And your old black hat - cause I wanna&lt;br /&gt;They look good on me&lt;br /&gt;You're never gonna get them back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least not today, not today, not today&lt;br /&gt;'cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;If it's over, let it go and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Come tomorrow it will seem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;So yesterday, so yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm just a bird that's already flown away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh it off let it go and&lt;br /&gt;When you wake up it will seem&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, so yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Haven't you heard that I'm gonna be okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can say you're bored - if you wanna&lt;br /&gt;You can act real tough - if you wanna&lt;br /&gt;You can say you're torn&lt;br /&gt;But I've heard enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you... you made my mind up for me&lt;br /&gt;When you started to ignore me&lt;br /&gt;Do you see a single tear&lt;br /&gt;It isn't gonna happen here&lt;br /&gt;At least not today, not today, not today&lt;br /&gt;'cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;If you're over me, I'm already over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If it's all been done, what is left to do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;How can you hang up if the line is dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If you wanna walk, I'm a step ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;If you're moving on, I'm already gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; the light is off then it isn't on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least not today, not today, not today&lt;br /&gt;'cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus 2X]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114316157468745547?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114316157468745547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114316157468745547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114316157468745547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114316157468745547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-yesterday.html' title='so yesterday'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-114270033901418652</id><published>2006-03-18T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T00:49:53.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>terrible</title><content type='html'>it's realli terrible&lt;br /&gt;so horrible anD awful that it's way beyond description&lt;br /&gt;it's just like this whole depression thingy [no, it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; PMS]&lt;br /&gt;as though the whole world just crashed on mi&lt;br /&gt;i dun noe wuD's wrong with mi these few daes&lt;br /&gt;buT i was so upset anD tired mentally&lt;br /&gt;that i didnt even bother to dress up fer work that dae&lt;br /&gt;anD according to wei wei, that's a very big issue.&lt;br /&gt;which is kinda true lah&lt;br /&gt;considering the fact that i'm vain beyond cure&lt;br /&gt;eeks. this is just so irritating.&lt;br /&gt;at this rate i'm going, i think i'm gonna break down &lt;strike&gt;soon &lt;/strike&gt;real soon&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying very hard not to go clubbing&lt;br /&gt;cus like wuD i said, its dumb to go when one's feeling down.&lt;br /&gt;grrr.. wuDever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114270033901418652?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114270033901418652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114270033901418652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114270033901418652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114270033901418652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/03/terrible.html' title='terrible'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-114261453728382253</id><published>2006-03-18T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T02:09:48.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;wuDever. not as though it matters anw.&lt;br /&gt;i just dun feel like talking right now.&lt;br /&gt;dun ask mi if i'm alright.&lt;br /&gt;cus seriously, i am not.&lt;br /&gt;leave mi alone.&lt;br /&gt;life sucks to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;max&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114261453728382253?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114261453728382253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114261453728382253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114261453728382253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114261453728382253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/03/roll-eyes-wudever.html' title=''/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-114261916357274302</id><published>2006-03-15T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T02:12:43.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sometimes, i just wish we have gone further than where we stopped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;even if it meant just that little bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's good enough to make mi smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114261916357274302?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114261916357274302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114261916357274302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114261916357274302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114261916357274302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-114222707242216619</id><published>2006-03-13T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T02:03:22.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to club or not to club</title><content type='html'>i tink it's alright to go clubbing&lt;br /&gt;buT i aint exactly sure it's appropriate to club when one's feeling down&lt;br /&gt;as in it's realli dumb to club when you are feeling upset&lt;br /&gt;anD cry the next morning when u find that you are back to sQuare one.&lt;br /&gt;YES. no doubt. it takes things off ya mind during that period of time&lt;br /&gt;buT it realli  feels terrible the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i wouldnt sae that everyone's like that.&lt;br /&gt;buT at least i am.&lt;br /&gt;that's something i neva understood&lt;br /&gt;why do people go ahead w/ things&lt;br /&gt;when they know it hurts in the first place&lt;br /&gt;when they noe it's dumb in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;so does that make mi stupid?&lt;br /&gt;since i'm one of them?&lt;br /&gt;conclude as u deem fit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114222707242216619?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114222707242216619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114222707242216619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114222707242216619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114222707242216619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/03/to-club-or-not-to-club.html' title='to club or not to club'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-114214059425812660</id><published>2006-03-11T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T01:44:29.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams(:</title><content type='html'>went to SIM open house w/ mc toDae.&lt;br /&gt;was asking fer direction to some LT anD the person actualli replied in hokkien.&lt;br /&gt;i almost fainted there -_-"&lt;br /&gt;like of all language, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KOKKIEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in a school.&lt;br /&gt;thanks alot =/&lt;br /&gt;dun laugh. it's nat farni LAH.&lt;br /&gt;eeks!&lt;br /&gt;anw, other than that, i'm feeling great. neva in myee entire life have i been so motivated anD so sure of wud i want fer myself. after the visit to SIM open house toDae, i'm more certain than ever that business is wuD i wanna pursue. anD it's RMIT's BBM degree that i want (:&lt;br /&gt;was listening through the talks anD stuff. it suddenly occurred to mi that this realistic world works in such a way that it's all about making yourself sound convincing. i mean i have no doubt that the other degrees that RMIT has to offer are just as good. buT i guess the speakers were just not convincing enough. there's this point brought up by one of the graduates w/ i thought made absolute sense. gone were the daes when u just go fer an interview, sit there, wait fer them to ask you bt ya strengths and weaknesses anD expect to be employed. in todae's world, the company will actually challenge you w/ case study anD expect you to present them w/ solutions anD show them wuD you haf got to offer. anD thats why it's no longer the degree that matters. it's wuD you do while achieving that deegree that determines if u get the job ultimately. i thought that makes alot of sense. duh. it came from my dream guy. wuD u expect. hahaa!&lt;br /&gt;anD yes. i actualli saw myee dream guy w/ the perfect tan!! omgawd. YES. i'm gushing over guys again. this is getting mi so excited. he's actualli the guest speaker fer BBM's talk. anD i just love his confidence(: perhaps the onli thing that he lacks is that he's not a "christmas tree". heh, buT i guess that doesnt realli matter. *grinx&lt;br /&gt;anD i'm kinda surprised when mc actualli told mi that good looking guys no longer exciTe her. lol.&lt;br /&gt;anw, purleese let mi get into RMIT's BBM course. *praying hard*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RMIT's BBM degree&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RMIT's BBM degree&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;RMIT's BBM degree&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RMIT's BBM degree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RMIT's BBM degree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114214059425812660?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114214059425812660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114214059425812660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114214059425812660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114214059425812660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/03/dreams.html' title='dreams(:'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-114194783999427919</id><published>2006-03-11T07:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T07:10:17.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slippery slope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;would you rather die yourself or have 10 random people in the world die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What if it were 10,000 people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;slippery slope argument&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ['',]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114194783999427919?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114194783999427919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114194783999427919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114194783999427919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114194783999427919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/03/slippery-slope.html' title='slippery slope'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-114201319111505776</id><published>2006-03-10T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T06:53:30.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sparetyre</title><content type='html'>i'm not your slave alrights&lt;br /&gt;not someone you run to&lt;br /&gt;when your boyfriend is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;not available&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not someone you turn to&lt;br /&gt;only when u need help&lt;br /&gt;"can you go w/ mi cus i'm alone. but i cant confirm anithing yet"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHAT CRAP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;CRAP CRAP CRAP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u should noe better&lt;br /&gt;than to step into my zone of CCY's principles&lt;br /&gt;i'm very intolerant when it cums to my principles&lt;br /&gt;get this clear:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I DUNCH LIKE BEING A&lt;strong&gt; SPARETYRE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;utter disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;haf u got any idea how much that hurts?&lt;br /&gt;esp someone whom you thought was close to you all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sTay away from mi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114201319111505776?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114201319111505776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114201319111505776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114201319111505776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114201319111505776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/03/sparetyre.html' title='sparetyre'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-114203134896443333</id><published>2006-03-10T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T06:56:49.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omgawd! of all people i ran into him.&lt;br /&gt;damn it.&lt;br /&gt;rubby!! i ran into PJ LAH. i am not gonna tease you animore, neh~&lt;br /&gt;karma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114203134896443333?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114203134896443333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114203134896443333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114203134896443333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114203134896443333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/03/omgawd-of-all-people-i-ran-into-him.html' title=''/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-114194724520125756</id><published>2006-03-08T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T07:34:46.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friends?</title><content type='html'>friends?&lt;br /&gt;maybe we were neva close enough to be considered as close pals&lt;br /&gt;anD that brings us a level down - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;classmates&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;how great=/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114194724520125756?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114194724520125756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114194724520125756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114194724520125756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114194724520125756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/03/friends.html' title='friends?'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-114163874676304372</id><published>2006-03-06T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T08:11:16.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got this off mwachz bloggie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Listen to the third voice 'she'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is running&lt;br /&gt;she is staying&lt;br /&gt;she is flowing&lt;br /&gt;she is aching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she doesnt wana tink&lt;br /&gt;she doesnt wana say&lt;br /&gt;she doesnt wana cry&lt;br /&gt;she doesnt wana feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she cldnt believe&lt;br /&gt;she cldnt hold&lt;br /&gt;she cldnt stand&lt;br /&gt;she cldnt want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is not using&lt;br /&gt;she is not playing&lt;br /&gt;she is not joking&lt;br /&gt;she is not lying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numbing doesnt help&lt;br /&gt;Crying doesnt stop&lt;br /&gt;Emotion doesnt go&lt;br /&gt;Rational doesnt come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she doesnt want sorries&lt;br /&gt;she doesnt want comfort&lt;br /&gt;she doesnt want natural&lt;br /&gt;she doesnt want wrongs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she needs to forget&lt;br /&gt;she needs to control&lt;br /&gt;she needs to focus&lt;br /&gt;she needs to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that seems natural may not be right.&lt;br /&gt;Everything that seems gone may still be there&lt;br /&gt;Everything that seems strong may still break&lt;br /&gt;Everything that seems real may be false.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The third voice fades...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114163874676304372?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114163874676304372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114163874676304372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114163874676304372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114163874676304372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/03/got-this-off-mwachz-bloggie-listen-to.html' title=''/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-114194882065076127</id><published>2006-03-04T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T13:21:19.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nightmare 1st march</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;life goes on(: &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrigths. daes have passed after the worst nightmare. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1st march.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a fucking O in biology land mi in nowhere among the three local universities.&lt;br /&gt;CCO anD a three in general paper.&lt;br /&gt;YES. this is how badly i haf done fer my A level. i practically screwed up myee As in other words.&lt;br /&gt;the irony: these are the best grades i ever got in myee 2 years of jC life. needless to say, i was upset, depressed, dissappointed, pissed off.. WUDEVER [not as though all these matter anw]. YES i cried. i wld just tear aniwhere anitime kinda thing anD i will be so sleepy anD stop after five minuTes. all these nonsense went on fer 3 daes. i was right at the &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;bottom of the pit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. yet i could not cry. or rather i dunch wan to. at least not in front of mummy. she's worried enough ald. so basically it's just tears hidden beneath the smile. tho i'm suck at acting. she noes LAH. duh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these are inevitable i guess. after all, i'm a normal being wif sth called feeling anD emotion. i'm upset not because my dreams to enter SMU's dashed. but because i'm not even qualified to enter ONE of the local universities! YES. can you imagine that? not even the dumping grounds in local universities. anD i cant believe that my worst dream- to end up in SIM actually came true.&lt;br /&gt;to retake or not to retake. the question wldnt stop revolving round in my head. myee daddy wans mi to give it another shot while myee mummy doesnt wan mi to. she's aware of how traumatising all the preparations can get. the ultimate decision still lies w/ mi though. i neva had to make such major decision in life. anD now that myee grades haf become reality, i guess i wld just haf to.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to retake. to at least secure a place in one of the local universities. oh wells, after all that was myee aim when i chose jc over poly 2 years ago. at least i could lighten my parents' burden that way. at least they wldnt haf to fork out the extra cash fer myee education that way. myee daddy doesnt print notes alrights. wud's more i haf myee dear brother to think of. no way am i gonna let him stop at diploma. he cant get aniwhere w that LAH. but then again, turning back anD changing wud's already a reality just seem so wrong to mi. i haf no idea why. but it just didnt seem right to "undo" fate. i would much prefer to move on from where i am anD learn from there. u fall anD u get up from where u fell. yep, u get the idea. at least i feel that it's better off than turning back to beautify my A cert. wud's more, there's no guarantee that i wld do better the next time round. i'm not even sure i haf the strength anD determination to go thru all the shit agn. alrites, i dun even noe fer myself if it's just yet another excuse of mine to escape frm that tramautising period buT i am about 70 percent sure i'm nat gonna retake.&lt;br /&gt;anD to some ppl, spare mi those sympathetic look on ya face. in case u dun noe, it hurts terribly. like "omg, so poor thing that you cant enter the local university". &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;fuck off&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, thanks to all that haf been there fer mi(: u guys rawk! special thanks to daddy, mummy, terence, lovely charlene, rubby, xixxi, xue, mwachz, wei wei, weiQi, aunt...&lt;br /&gt;anw, like wuD i alwix said, fer every setback, there has got to be sth you learn from. we cant expect things to alwix go our way. we wldnt noe wud's happiness if we dun experience unhappiness.so just pick yourself up anD &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;life goes on (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114194882065076127?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114194882065076127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114194882065076127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114194882065076127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114194882065076127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/03/nightmare-1st-march_04.html' title='nightmare 1st march'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-114099837343896114</id><published>2006-02-27T07:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T07:59:33.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wardrobe</title><content type='html'>omg. myee wardrobe's bursting &lt;strike&gt; soon&lt;/strike&gt; real soon.&lt;br /&gt;i haf got no time to tidy it up anD clear clothes that i aint wearing animorre.&lt;br /&gt;[okays, this is just another excuse of mine, if u haf to put it]&lt;br /&gt;heh, hafing a walk-in wardrobe will be great though.&lt;br /&gt;hahaa. alrights. i'm fantasizing again.&lt;br /&gt;kiex. off to work anD shopping wif mummy after that. *cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114099837343896114?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114099837343896114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114099837343896114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114099837343896114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114099837343896114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/02/wardrobe.html' title='wardrobe'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-114092701100325940</id><published>2006-02-26T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T23:47:34.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>him</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;christmas tree (: &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's not anywhere near the "christmas tree" [as miss HXY calls it] i like&lt;br /&gt;yet there's something bt him&lt;br /&gt;some unknown element in him&lt;br /&gt;that makes everything else insignificant&lt;br /&gt;somehow, the fact that he isnt a christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;just doesnt seem to matter&lt;br /&gt;when it cums to him.&lt;br /&gt;he's just erm.. him.&lt;br /&gt;anD the mere thought of&lt;br /&gt;wed being the last dae i wld ever see him&lt;br /&gt;makes mi dread wednesday even morre.&lt;br /&gt;neh~ getting out of here.&lt;br /&gt;gOing shopping ald.&lt;br /&gt;while i'm still in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;too tired to think anw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114092701100325940?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114092701100325940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114092701100325940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114092701100325940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114092701100325940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/02/him.html' title='him'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-114092602539479076</id><published>2006-02-26T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T12:04:50.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>believe mi</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;FORT MINOR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/u&gt;- Believe Me&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I guess&lt;br /&gt;That this is where we've come to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;If you don't want to&lt;br /&gt;Then you don't have to believe me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't be there when you go down&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know now&lt;br /&gt;You're on your own now believe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be the one to blame&lt;br /&gt;You like fun and games&lt;br /&gt;Keep playing em&lt;br /&gt;I'm just sayin&lt;br /&gt;Think back then&lt;br /&gt;We was like one and the same&lt;br /&gt;On the right track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But I was on the wrong train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Just like thatNow you've got a face to pain&lt;br /&gt;And the devil's got a fresh new place to play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;In your brain like a maze you can never escape the rain&lt;br /&gt;Every damn day is the same shade of grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;I used have a little bit of a plan&lt;br /&gt;Used toHave a concept of where I stand&lt;br /&gt;But that concept slipped right out of my hands&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't really even know who I am&lt;br /&gt;Yo, what do I have to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Maybe I should do what I have to do to break free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What ever happens to you, we'll see&lt;br /&gt;But it's not gonna happen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I guess&lt;br /&gt;That this is where we've come to&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want to&lt;br /&gt;Then you don't have to believe me&lt;br /&gt;But I won't be there when you go down&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know now&lt;br /&gt;You're on your own now believe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then, I thought you were just like me&lt;br /&gt;Somebody who could see all the pain I see&lt;br /&gt;But you proved to me unintentionally&lt;br /&gt;That you would self-destruct eventually&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm thinking like the mistake I made doesn't hurt&lt;br /&gt;But it's not gonna work&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's really much worse than I thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I wished you were something that you were not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And now this guilt is really all that I got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You turned your back&lt;br /&gt;And walked away in shame&lt;br /&gt;All you got is a memory of pain&lt;br /&gt;Nothing makes sense so you stare at the ground&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice in my head when no one's around&lt;br /&gt;What do I have to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Maybe I should do what I have to do to break free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What ever happens to you, we'll see&lt;br /&gt;But it's not gonna happen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I guess&lt;br /&gt;That this is where we've come to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;If you don't want to&lt;br /&gt;Then you don't have to believe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But I won't be there when you go down&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know now&lt;br /&gt;You're on your own now believe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[bridge]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I guess&lt;br /&gt;That this is where we've come to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;If you don't want to&lt;br /&gt;Then you don't have to believe me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't be there when you go down&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know now&lt;br /&gt;You're on your own now believe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do what i have to do&lt;br /&gt;You're on your own now believe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever happens to you&lt;br /&gt;You're on your own now believe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I have to say&lt;br /&gt;You're on your own now believe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not gonna happen to me&lt;br /&gt;You're on your own now believe me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114092602539479076?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114092602539479076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114092602539479076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114092602539479076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114092602539479076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/02/believe-mi.html' title='believe mi'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-114090080421725529</id><published>2006-02-26T04:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T04:53:29.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="250" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Seduction Style: Prized Object&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/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/prized-object.jpg" width="60" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The seduction game you play is tried, true, and still effective: hard to get.You know that the best seducers turn the tables - and get their crush to seduce them.The one running has the power, and you're a challenge that is worth the chase.&lt;br /&gt;You are a master of enticing and pulling back. Giving a little and taking some away.You are controlled enough to know rewards come after a long seduction dance.Even though you want to call, email, or say "I love you" first - you don't!&lt;br /&gt;You're style is the perfect mix of hot and cold - so much so that you have many suitors.Think Holly Golightly from Breakfast at Tiffany's ... or any of those creepy guys from the Bachelor.You're skilled at inspiring a chase. The real test is picking the person to slow down for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Seducer Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114090080421725529?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114090080421725529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114090080421725529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114090080421725529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114090080421725529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/02/your-seduction-style-prized-objectthe.html' title=''/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-114090013553015199</id><published>2006-02-26T04:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T04:42:32.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="250" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&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/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" width="60" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your partner is patient and never willing to give up on you.&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are optimistic and happy.&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something that will confine you. You are afraid of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you don't need. You just feel like flirting around and playing right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;gosh. this is so TRUE. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114090013553015199?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114090013553015199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114090013553015199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114090013553015199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114090013553015199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/02/keys-to-your-heartyou-are-attracted-to.html' title=''/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-114089997229835387</id><published>2006-02-26T04:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T04:40:21.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="250" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #e6e6fa" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: February 18&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f2f2fb"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" width="60" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a cohesive force - able to bring many people together for a common cause.You tend to excel in work situations, but you also facilitate a lot of social gatherings too.Beyond being a good leader, you are good at inspiring others.You also keep your powerful emotions in check - you know when to emote and when to repress.&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Emotional maturity beyond your years&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: Wearing yourself down with too many responsibilities&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Crimson red&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Snowflake&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: September&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114089997229835387?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114089997229835387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114089997229835387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114089997229835387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114089997229835387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/02/your-birthdate-february-18you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-114089980877832559</id><published>2006-02-26T04:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T04:36:58.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="250" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How You Are In Love&lt;/strong&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/howareyouinlovequiz/rose.jpg" width="60" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You fall in love quickly and easily. And very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give and take equally in relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need your space and privacy. You don't like to be smothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love your partner unconditionally and don't try to make them change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stay in love for a long time, even if you aren't loved back. When you fall, you fall hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Are You In Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114089980877832559?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114089980877832559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114089980877832559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114089980877832559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114089980877832559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/02/how-you-are-in-loveyou-fall-in-love.html' title=''/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-114089971881250400</id><published>2006-02-26T04:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T04:35:18.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="250" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Ideal Relationship is Serious Dating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyouridealrelationshipquiz/serious-dating.jpg" height="100" width="60" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're not ready to go walking down the aisle.But you may be ready in a couple of years.You prefer to date one on one, with a commitment.And while chemistry is important, so is compatibility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyouridealrelationshipquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Ideal Relationship?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114089971881250400?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114089971881250400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114089971881250400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114089971881250400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114089971881250400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/02/your-ideal-relationship-is_114089971881250400.html' title=''/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-114089922208787953</id><published>2006-02-26T04:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T04:28:34.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="300" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Snickers&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/whatkindofcandyareyouquiz/snickers.jpg" width="80" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nutty and gooey - you always satisfy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Candy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114089922208787953?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114089922208787953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114089922208787953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114089922208787953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114089922208787953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/02/snickersnutty-and-gooey-you-always_26.html' title=''/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-114089909666823408</id><published>2006-02-26T04:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T04:25:02.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="250" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Natural Flirt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofflirtareyouquiz/natural-flirt.jpg" width="80" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Believe it or not, you're a really effective flirt.And you're so good, you hardly notice that you're flirting.Your attitude and confidence make you a natural flirt.And the fact that you don't know it is just that more attractive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Flirt Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114089909666823408?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114089909666823408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114089909666823408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114089909666823408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114089909666823408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-are-natural-flirtbelie_114089909666823408.html' title=''/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-114080021502038631</id><published>2006-02-24T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T04:05:42.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st march</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;release of the A's&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st march&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st march&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1st march&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;1st march&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*1st march&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so its finalli here. the day i most feared. drawing nearer and nearer. anD bEfore we knew it, the result slip will be in my hand. so issit gonna be good or bad?&lt;br /&gt;saw this gal on the train w/ the textbook "understanding our past" in her hand. the usual. mugging. lol. i remember how i used to alwix go out w/ lecture notes in myee bag. even though the chances of mi taking it out, readin anD absorbing the information is ultra low. nonetheless, i will just do it. just to make myself guilt-free.&lt;br /&gt;fer weeks, i haf been hafing alot of dreams. all revolving round myee future. i dreamt bt myee grades. bt the various universities. etc etc. i just haf this intuition that my results's gonna turn out BAD. YES. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;BAD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;BAD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BAD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BAD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;BAD&lt;/span&gt;! kies. this is fucking irritating. the cynical inner self. alrights. i even reduced to cursing the plane delievering our results anD moe. i was hoping fer the plane to crash. anD fer the MOE building to be attacked by terrorist anD explode. alrites. mere STUPIDITY. I NOE! i am just dumb can. if this makes you happy=/&lt;br /&gt;anw, just wish mi the best anD dun console mi if you see mi crying. cus seriously, it's just gonna get worse. i noe myself. and was telling dian toDae. if she doesnt see mi at work on thurs, she shld noe wuD happened. anD to pardon mi. hahaa. myee cuTe dian(:&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. now something happier. i'm gonna dye myee hair next wkend. thinking of pink highlight. should i or should i not go ahead wif it? nvm. i haf until nxt wkend to decide. ie, if myee grades aint too bad anD i'm in the mood fer it.&lt;br /&gt;anw, mummy found out bt terence relationship w/ jolene. omg. all i can say is: dun belittle myee mummy. i dunnoe how on earth she actualli found out [w/o myee help mind you.]. but she did it anw. anD wud surprised mi most: she's pretty cool bt it! lol. she was just telling terence not to let it affect his sTudies. heys myee dear brother! u bEta do wuD u promised her kie kie. else i cant promise she will let things stay as it is now. well, u should noe her. thats our mummy(:&lt;br /&gt;hai. i still wanna kpo how on earth she found out though. the problem is: i'm not on toking terms wif her now. yes. kinda disappointed w/ her over some stuff. sigh. guess i will be giving in soon. since i'm so desperate anD dying to noe the answer. anD our dear mr terence hasnt got an answer fer mi. neh~ hahaa. am just gonna show hEr the pretty heels i just bought to strike a conversation. the usual. easy. heh.&lt;br /&gt;anw, gonna hit the sacks soon. niTes ppl(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114080021502038631?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114080021502038631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114080021502038631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114080021502038631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114080021502038631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/02/1st-march.html' title='1st march'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-114070641697305864</id><published>2006-02-22T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T20:42:06.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>neh~</title><content type='html'>gosh. this is freaking mi out. i cantt help but believe that karma do exist. Dian fell down the stairs in motorola yesterday anD &lt;strike&gt;i&lt;/strike&gt; we wouldnt stop laughing. esp when i thought of her reaction anD how i was shrieking like hell. true enough. i missed a step anD fell while alighting the bus todae. omg. freaking embarassing alrites. anD there's this LONG stretch of ppl behind mi, wanting to alight at the same stop as mi. bet they were shocked like i was. didnt turn to look at them. neither did i laughlike i normally would when i fall down. cus this aint farni LAH. omg. all that was in my mind was to get up fast anD walk away as quickly as i cld. duh. thank god the sight wsnt too ugly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114070641697305864?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114070641697305864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114070641697305864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114070641697305864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114070641697305864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/02/neh.html' title='neh~'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-114035951704790331</id><published>2006-02-19T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T22:31:57.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;sick&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eugh. awful! fell ill again. omg. it's freaking weird. i think myee brain shrunk or sth when i haf migraine. neh~ sEriously, i feel as though there's alot of empty spaces in myee skull. cus all it takes is fer mi to turn myee head anD it will hurt like nobody's business. shall be gooD  anD blog bt myee 19th birthdae tomorrow, if i'm feeling bEtter. cus i am feeling a little feverish ald. niTes ppl. oh yes, bEfore i actually go to bed, thanks to all that made myee 19th b!rthdae such a &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt; one. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;lurf myee sweethearts(:&lt;/span&gt; no doubt bt that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114035951704790331?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114035951704790331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114035951704790331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114035951704790331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114035951704790331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/02/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-114021643622060225</id><published>2006-02-17T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T06:47:16.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>turning 19 ['',]</title><content type='html'>lol. kissing goodbye to 18 in slightly more than an hour's time.&lt;br /&gt;my affinity fer 18Feb&lt;br /&gt;doesnt incluDe the part on turning 19..&lt;br /&gt;hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;"oh, i'm 19" sounds so old=/&lt;br /&gt;neh~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114021643622060225?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114021643622060225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114021643622060225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114021643622060225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114021643622060225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/02/turning-19.html' title='turning 19 [&apos;&apos;,]'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-114010558668196254</id><published>2006-02-14T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T01:58:41.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>valentine 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;got this off joanne's blog. kinda accurate fer mi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&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:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Candy Heart Says "Get Real"&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/whatdoesyourcandyheartsayquiz/get-real.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're a bit of a cynic when it comes to love.You don't lose your head, and hardly anyone penetrates your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal Valentine's Day date: is all about the person you're seeing (with no mentions of v-day!)&lt;br /&gt;Your flirting style: honest and even slightly sarcastic&lt;br /&gt;What turns you off: romantic expectations and "greeting card" holidays&lt;br /&gt;Why you're hot: you don't just play hard to get - you are hard to get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Does Your Candy Heart Say?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourcandyheartsayquiz/"&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourcandyheartsayquiz/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anw, happy valentine's day to all(: spread the love around ['',]&lt;/p&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;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-114010558668196254?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/114010558668196254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=114010558668196254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114010558668196254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/114010558668196254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentine-2006.html' title='valentine 2006'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-113976865153689405</id><published>2006-02-12T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T02:24:11.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lizards</title><content type='html'>second lizard found in this house&lt;br /&gt;neh~&lt;br /&gt;i wanna move house!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-113976865153689405?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/113976865153689405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=113976865153689405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/113976865153689405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/113976865153689405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/02/lizards.html' title='lizards'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-113962135340276640</id><published>2006-02-10T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T21:16:43.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YTSS memoriEs</title><content type='html'>alrights. so the sec 4s collected their O'level results todae. needless to say, some will do extremely well anD others, not as well.[i will most likely fall under the latter category when the A's is released.] YES. much as i dreaded, 2 wks later it will be myee turn. sitting in the school hall. all tensed. things are realli not looking good. not that i'm trying to be pessismistic and stuff [not as though things will turn out good if i stay optimistic anw] in any case, that's not gonna change my results that's prolly sitting in the moe office locked up in some cabinet right now. i realised how my fate's actualli sealed this time round. two years ago, i wasnt as worried when collecting myee O's. i dun remember suffering from insomnia daes before. that's onli cus i knew i had poly education to fall back on lest i cldnt make it fer jc. anD that i noe i wun be reduced to entering the ite. not that i'm looking down on ite. YES. everyone's saying that it's a way out too. that u can make it big even if u are merely from ite. that it's not the end of the world. well, nobody saes it is. i feel irritated when ppl sae that actualli. i'm not saying that it's not a way out. it is a way out indeed. but it's a route that no one wAnts if given a choice. see my point? that's just a mere excuse ppl are giving themselves. to break free from the guilt fer not putting in efforts in their stuDies. same here. YES. u can survive even without a degree. it wun be an easy way out though. it's just like this stretch of road that everyone takes. just that u dun haf the luxury to drive a car. u will be made to walk. or maybe if u are slightly more fortunate, u can ride a bike[ppl who are rich enuff fer overseas studies/private university] Like it anot, reality will smack right in your face as time goes by. pragmatism that is.&lt;br /&gt;anw, passed by YT earlier on. it's in the process of being demolished ald. man, i missed that school. Lotsa memoriEs just came flooding. heh. so my memory aint as poor as i thought.&lt;br /&gt;kie.. let mi see..&lt;br /&gt;i remember walking into the school anD dreading it cus it wasnt the school of my choice.&lt;br /&gt;i remember thinking how lao kok the school was on the very first dae.&lt;br /&gt;i remember the first time i met rubby when she joined joy anD mi fer recess.&lt;br /&gt;[i still remember we had chicken rice fer recess. oh god, wud a thing to remember=/]&lt;br /&gt;i remember us carrying similar school bags coicidentally; looking all &lt;strike&gt;nerdy&lt;/strike&gt; studious&lt;br /&gt;i remember how we used to name our crushes apple 1, apple 2, apple tart [if there's even such a thing] etc&lt;br /&gt;i remember how rubby used to be the messenger fer mi anD him&lt;br /&gt;i remember how we two used to write appeal letters to mr alvin goh, had this talk wif mr tan, just to quit the cca Band anD to join guiDes.&lt;br /&gt;i remember the story rubby told mi bt the haunted toilet as we walk past the Science labs&lt;br /&gt;i remember how i alwix forget to wear apron during Home Economic lessons anD get marks deducted fer that as a result.&lt;br /&gt;i remember how i failed this particular guides proficiency test anD realli went home to mug fer it.&lt;br /&gt;i remember this history teacher we had[ mr larry ser]; how he used to lick his thumb; how we used to say that he's Diana Ser's father&lt;br /&gt;i remember how we will aliwx run to rubby's sis's[serene] class whenever school term ends to kip our books in her locker so that we wldnt haf to brin back home.&lt;br /&gt;i remember how our form teacher mrs jacQueline Lee is alwix checking our files.&lt;br /&gt;i remember how we used to borrow Geography articles anD phtocopy whenever she check on our files&lt;br /&gt;i remember how much i hate but was made the class monitress just because i topped the class in sec1.&lt;br /&gt;i remember giving mrs lee the excuse of wanting to focus on my stuDies, just to break free from the responsibitlity of being a monitress.&lt;br /&gt;i remember this once when i cried in sec 2 cus i cant finish my art piece that was part of the assessment all thanks to jieting who kips borrowing myee materials from mi.&lt;br /&gt;[i still remb drawing flowers anD stuff in mr phua koon tong's lessons]&lt;br /&gt;i remember hafing to attend this pronounciation course every week at toa payoh safra and there's this once when mrs lee board the same bus as the class anD rubby was like announucing " lao kuay bu shang cer liao" [bad gEr. tsk tsk. dun learn frm her=P]&lt;br /&gt;i remember how classes are alwix exchanging tips fer tests anD we actualli knew all the Qns bEfore the test. there;s this once when poh loong asked mrs ramesh bt this particular Literature Qn [ that was obviously the test Qn] just bEfore the test anD she was so shocked. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;i remember hafin this realli interesting science trc of mine [mrs leow] in lower sec who eats chalks anD play ard with hEr hair while teaching&lt;br /&gt;i remeber this once when rubby said "lan jiao" anD mr lee went blushed while scolding her [god, that was realli hilarious]&lt;br /&gt;i remember how i'm alwix getting vain anD combing myee hair in class anD mr lee actualli asked mi to stop combing my hair. lol.&lt;br /&gt;i remember crying over an Science test on acid and alkali which i failed&lt;br /&gt;i remember how i did quite badly fer this History test just because i took the wrong stand[myee argument was right kie]&lt;br /&gt;i remember being realli petty[oh well, i still am] and hafing this realli silly quarrel wif freak over sth thats so insignificant that i dun even bother to remember&lt;br /&gt;i remeber 2e3 selling potong ice-creams [as part of our fund-raising] during lessons, when we have a maths term test in the afternoon [i still remember its on the topic factorisation]&lt;br /&gt;i remember how rubby anD i used to quarrel anD we will be toking to each other again in less than 2hrs. [i haf no idea why but whenever we quarrel, the next thing that happen is that the teachers will be asking the class to do pair work anD one of us will just move our chair over]&lt;br /&gt;i remember this realli big quarrel we had anD i was screaming in class [man that was so silly]&lt;br /&gt;i remember how gurjoth sitting nxt to mi is alwix mugging, memorising anD scribbling her notes&lt;br /&gt;i remember us skipping reccess , sitting in the class talking bt everithing under the sun&lt;br /&gt;[well, except fridays when we will go dwn to the canteen fer nasi brani]&lt;br /&gt;i remember us alwix exchanging tips on weight loss&lt;br /&gt;i remember how that crappy joshua sitting right in front of mi is alwix challenging mi in emaths.&lt;br /&gt;how he can beat mi easily in maths but suck at chem [ha! i still remb his anode to cathode thingy]&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting how jiarui and mingshu are alwix trying to challenge mi as well..&lt;br /&gt;i remember our 5566-craze; when our classmates will be in a difficult position whenever they have magazines, articles etc on 5566 to give to the both of us&lt;br /&gt;i remember how we used to play catching in class [in sec 4, mind you] snatching 5566's artcles from each other&lt;br /&gt;i remember hafing to go fer this one hour DC cus i was late fer school&lt;br /&gt;i remember this realli cmi Operation Manager who cant speak properly anD how the whole school is alwix laughing at his english.&lt;br /&gt;i remember alwix getting caught by mr jerry yeo fer wearing those AA accessories to school when we are supposed to wear onli stuDs.&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;am realli amazed by myee pseudo superb memory. hahaa. anD these events took place YEARS ago! the irony: i cantt even recall wuD happened ytd. some things are just not meant to be forgotten i guEss(: *cheeriOs to our 7 years of friendship, rubby! lol. there will more to come ['',] YTSS [w/ mr tan of cus] sth that i will alwix bE proud of though ppl are alwix giving that "huh? wuD school is that again" look when i told them i'm from YTSS. nonetheless, it's quite established in Yishun area kie. so its those ppl that are sk. not that my school is ulu. neh~ anD that new principal. if he fails to kip up the current std of YT, i'm gonna hate him fer that. come to think of it, i was neva proud when i said i WAS from nyjc. heh, think bt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/New%20year%20088.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/New%20year%20088.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;as simple as this(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-113962135340276640?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/113962135340276640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=113962135340276640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/113962135340276640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/113962135340276640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/02/ytss-memories.html' title='YTSS memoriEs'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-113913880376568036</id><published>2006-02-05T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T23:01:54.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Photo-0303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;decided to go casual toDae anD YES, this is wuD i wore to granny's place.. lol. not that she sets a rule saying that we must wear formal clothes to her place during cny anw. hahaa. YES. i'm granny's fav grand-daughtEr ['',] she's so gonna love mi=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Photo-0316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;neh. this guy hEre insists that he's taller than mi. oh well, he is actualli.. heh. someone must be darn happy now hur... jolene, smack him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0311.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Photo-0311.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0311.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0311.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Photo-0315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Photo-0308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0308.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0308.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Photo-0307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mi wif myee ever so cuTe daddy(: alwix ready to pose fer the camera['',]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0307.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Photo-0309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0307.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0309.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Photo-0325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0325.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0325.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0325.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Photo-0326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i never used to like beer. buT i changed myee mind. lemonade wif beer. freaking niCee(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0326.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Photo-0327.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;heh. i'm loving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Photo-0329.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;check ouT the captions!&lt;br /&gt;i cant realli recall. buT its sth bt malaysian reading less tha 4 books a yEar. omg. can u imagine that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0329.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Photo-0331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0331.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0330.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Photo-0330.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;alrights. went to visit myee paternal granny in malaysia. As usual, the house's packed anD filled wiF fun laughter anD joy(: am glad we all make it a point to gather at granny's place in msia each year.&lt;br /&gt;i realli love it at granny's place. there will alwix be things that amaze mi. things which we can neva see in spore.&lt;br /&gt;this time round, huiling anD i were so amazed by a stray dog chasing after a rooster. anD gosh, the rooster was flying at such a great height. okays, call mi sk if u haf to. buT sEriously, i have n0t seen a rooster flying such long distance anD at such a great height bEfore. amazing(:&lt;br /&gt;anw, am so glad to see myee distant cousin from malacca that i havent seen fer years! hahaa. the last time i saw him [according to mummy] was in 1992! omgawd. YES. that's so long ago. lol.&lt;br /&gt;anD uncle wldnt sTop teasing mi. he was telling mi wud a rubbish bin i was when young. i used to tell my aunts nat to throw their bags away anD to save it fer mi. oh gosh. thats so embarassing anD uncle actualli remembErs that of all things. neh~&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the time was spent gambling, playing around wif myee realli cuTe cousins, hanging ard at granny's garden[i call it the wondErland] anD YES, much as i hate to admit.. indulging in new yEar gooDies. neh~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-113913880376568036?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/113913880376568036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=113913880376568036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/113913880376568036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/113913880376568036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post_05.html' title='=)'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-113898051508828564</id><published>2006-02-03T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T21:39:02.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love concierge</title><content type='html'>man, i'm so in love wif the theme song of the channel 8 show "love concierge".&lt;br /&gt;this is the second mediacorp produCtion that i am so in love wif, ever since "the champions"&lt;br /&gt;the rest are just erm.. cmi.&lt;br /&gt;ha! anD that incluDes "rainbow connection" miss HXY. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-113898051508828564?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/113898051508828564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=113898051508828564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/113898051508828564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/113898051508828564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/02/love-concierge.html' title='love concierge'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-113889604033039128</id><published>2006-02-02T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T00:00:40.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you.</title><content type='html'>fer a second&lt;br /&gt;it made my heart skip a beat&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was you&lt;br /&gt;myee heart sank&lt;br /&gt;the second i knew i made a mistake&lt;br /&gt;that it wasnt you.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted it to be you&lt;br /&gt;i prayed that it was you&lt;br /&gt;wuD's the point?&lt;br /&gt;it's just not you.&lt;br /&gt;just forget it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-113889604033039128?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/113889604033039128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=113889604033039128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/113889604033039128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/113889604033039128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/02/you.html' title='you.'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-113889435457672468</id><published>2006-02-02T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T23:32:34.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lizards are gross</title><content type='html'>omgawd.&lt;br /&gt;i just freaked out anD cried earlier on when i saw a lizard in my room&lt;br /&gt;anD the best thing: it appeared out of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;neh~ i was screaming fer terence to vacuum it LAH&lt;br /&gt;omgawd. it's so damn gross can.&lt;br /&gt;anD he just wldnt stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;yes. u can imagine mi shocking the whole neighbourhood wif my scream&lt;br /&gt;thanks alot.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so smart now=/&lt;br /&gt;eeks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-113889435457672468?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/113889435457672468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=113889435457672468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/113889435457672468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/113889435457672468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/02/lizards-are-gross.html' title='lizards are gross'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-113883130414664247</id><published>2006-02-02T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T10:36:12.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cny 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;cny 2006 &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights. so we are more or less done wif chinese new year.. lotsa thoughts running at the back of my mind.. i wldnt sae i'm exactly in the mood to blog bt every single dae of cny. so shall leave it to the photos to do the joB alrights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Photo-0219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; terence wif mummy(:&lt;br /&gt;think terence looks different somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Photo-0218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nah. there goes another shot of him. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Photo-0211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;heh. anD now its my turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0211.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Photo-0228.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my new hairstyle ['',]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0228.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Photo-0224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; look at our mouths. dun ask mi wud happen. i havent got any idea=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Photo-0217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;daddy lurfs it when it cums to cny(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/dad%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/dad%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think myee daddy look like the god-of-fortune. lol. cai shen ye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/mimki%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/mimki%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;myee loving daddy anD mummy(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/dad%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/dad%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;daddy;mi(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/daddy%20mi=).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/daddy%20mi%3D%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Photo-0230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the four of us (: *happy family* nono. we arent playing the card game -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0224.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Photo-0229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look at myee realli cuTe daddy. hahaa. he's so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0233.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Photo-0231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;now.. it's terence again. look at his dimples! hrmph! it was supposed to be mine okie. neh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0231.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0231.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0231.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Photo-0233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mummy anD mi in the lift. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0233.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Photo-0234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; terence wif daddy ['',]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0234.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Photo-0235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mummy is complaining bt her wrinkles. she's so gonna kill mi if she sees this picture up here. hahaa. bEt i'm gonna find new skin care products in her wardrobe soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0235.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Photo-0236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YES. we are camera freaks =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0236.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Photo-0238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;omgawd. YES. this is terence's leg.. it's so NOT man. hahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0238.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Photo-0239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it realli wasnt myee idea to take this pic. lol. it was mummy's. nice pix anw, i was telling hEr. anD she actualli replied,' cus it's myee feet u are taking, my dear" -_-" now i noe why i'm so bhb at times. lols. genes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0240.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0239.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Photo-0240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this lady must haf thought that her daughter's so pretty that she wldnt stop looking at her. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Photo-0241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0240.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; anD now a decent shot ['',]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Photo-0242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;heh. i lurf taking pix when there's wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0260.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0239.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0241.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Photo-0245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;myee heels! arent they pretty? man i lurf them lots(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0241.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0245.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0239.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0239.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Photo-0250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0242.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0242.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Photo-0252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;two of myee realli cuTe cousins staying over at myee place=)&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0250.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; arent they cuTe?? heh.. they haf goT miss chong chun ying's genes kie.. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Photo-0256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;zhi kang=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0256.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0245.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Photo-0257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yi hui(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0250.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0245.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0257.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Photo-0260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Photo-0265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/Photo-0293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/Photo-0293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/vh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/vh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; danger. keep out! hahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lol. this looks creepy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lol. we are veri tireD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3236/764/320/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wasnt exactly looking forward to this year's cny at first [as expected]. however, i must say i enjoyed myself during cny this year. fer one thing, i could somehow cliQue bettEr wif some of myee cousins this year (: in the past, we dun realli haf much to tok bt. there's just this barrier among us. not that we dislike each other or anithing, but it was just awkward. this has been going on fer a couple of yEars. am realli glad we are now all bonded together again.&lt;br /&gt;am kinda surprised actualli.. to see that most of them haf changed so much over the year. lol.&lt;br /&gt;anD all myee aunts are saying that i'm fair anD all! omg. i was telling them that i dun wan that anD that i wan a tanned complexion. one of them actualli said she wld exchange her tan fer my fair complexion. yes, maybe i will appreciate a fair complexion a few years dwn the look. but not now. i still think being fair=sickly=weak. a tanned body=healthy. gosh. this is bad. last time i'm repeating myself, dun tell mi i haf a fair complexion! i hate that. eeks. miss chong chun ying niDs a tan, right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-113883130414664247?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/113883130414664247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=113883130414664247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/113883130414664247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/113883130414664247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/02/cny-2006.html' title='cny 2006'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-18892888.post-113888426407710579</id><published>2006-02-01T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T23:34:16.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>it alwix feels great to slow down once in a while.. reminiscing the past.&lt;br /&gt;a luxury i wld sae.&lt;br /&gt;darz anD i did just that ytD(:&lt;br /&gt;it was sheer fun[minus the part that i missed the last bus home.]&lt;br /&gt;hahaa. YES. we were so indulged in chatting bt everithing that we forgot bt the time=P&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless, i lurf it ['',]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18892888-113888426407710579?l=imesseditup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/feeds/113888426407710579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18892888&amp;postID=113888426407710579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/113888426407710579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18892888/posts/default/113888426407710579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imesseditup.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>-hazel-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00334981341220286768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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></feed>
