<?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-4324329057357730113</id><updated>2012-01-25T15:04:12.333+08:00</updated><category term='OSLP ROCKS'/><category term='screw all immature guys.'/><category term='301st post'/><category term='Lenas Bday'/><category term='400th POST (:'/><category term='500th Post ;D'/><title type='text'>Hide and Seek</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>634</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-2530622341323772987</id><published>2010-11-18T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T23:40:17.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead or alive</title><content type='html'>I'm back O:&lt;br /&gt;Too much's been going on. Too much. Tooooooo much.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't touched this place is like. Woah. Decades?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I really have no inspiration to blog...&lt;br /&gt;I mean, this blog used to be... per say... my life?&lt;br /&gt;Now it's just some place I go to just to let time fly.&lt;br /&gt;Not like it needs any of MY help flying...&lt;br /&gt;I'll be sec 3 in just over a month...&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that amazing? Wasn't it just yesterday that it was&lt;br /&gt;the first day in school that I was in a room full of strangers&lt;br /&gt;and sitting beside Wee-Lin? Sigh... How time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyy. I dont think 'll be posting anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FACEBOOK's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;where 'm at now.&lt;br /&gt;My life revolves around facebook I think. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;So add me if you wanna check out pictures or anything (:&lt;br /&gt;All of them should be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If for some reason you're still reading this place.&lt;br /&gt;*shakes your hand* Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Zenda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-2530622341323772987?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/2530622341323772987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=2530622341323772987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/2530622341323772987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/2530622341323772987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2010/11/dead-or-alive.html' title='Dead or alive'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-7445905079852193939</id><published>2010-08-03T20:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T21:03:24.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Brightside</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Long overdue pictures firstly: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Van and I scouting through the whole of Orchard&lt;br /&gt;after I came back from Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TFgKK80AYqI/AAAAAAAAGYA/-0ziJvWXEWs/s400/IMG_2023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501158128072286882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TFgIgNHMEAI/AAAAAAAAGXw/t-d5VyuwntU/s400/IMG_2030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501156294201708546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Van and her unreachable dream of being as tall as the&lt;br /&gt;giraffe. Tsk tsk tsk. Crushed hopes HOR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TFgIf3acKmI/AAAAAAAAGXo/xDHHBK0QSj4/s400/IMG_2034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501156288376875618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TFgIfYdMMpI/AAAAAAAAGXg/iclj8Hxo8F0/s400/IMG_2038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501156280066912914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TFgIe-se6qI/AAAAAAAAGXY/BlDgousgqkA/s400/IMG_2043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501156273151732386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TFgH6_hgC6I/AAAAAAAAGXQ/1tm9zL5vENA/s400/IMG_2042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501155654898813858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TFgH6XsFdjI/AAAAAAAAGXI/9JjgQCYq904/s400/IMG_2052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501155644205790770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TFgH54aSJrI/AAAAAAAAGXA/fAxabg0fFL4/s400/IMG_2054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501155635809625778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TFgH5h8ja8I/AAAAAAAAGW4/QNxEPlEX-8Q/s400/IMG_2056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501155629779348418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TFgHad-MalI/AAAAAAAAGWw/Z192k5isuek/s400/IMG_2062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501155096136542802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psst... she's molesting the koala... Call the cops...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TFgHZzENhBI/AAAAAAAAGWo/6S-43M-61eA/s400/IMG_2065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501155084619056146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TFgHZTdeN1I/AAAAAAAAGWg/fEo8hgRfUAI/s400/IMG_2076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501155076135073618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TFgHY8znD5I/AAAAAAAAGWY/3r6Q5WXmXOg/s400/IMG_2078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501155070053912466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last picture.&lt;br /&gt;I know its&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; damnnn&lt;/span&gt; retarded but I laughed like a mad cow&lt;br /&gt;after I saw it. Its so ridiculously comedic, honestly T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we went to every single shopping centre in Orchard.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not kidding. We walked THAT much...&lt;br /&gt;It's crazyyy. She was looking for a dress for her cousin's&lt;br /&gt;wedding so we just searched &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;everywhereee&lt;/span&gt;. Finally found one&lt;br /&gt;in Far East Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway basically to summarise it, it was an extremely&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; longggg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day with&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; lotssss&lt;/span&gt; of walking around, but it was fun lah. Lol. (:...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel weird typing out happy faces now.&lt;br /&gt;It'll give you the impression that I'm smiling, when I'm really not.&lt;br /&gt;Look here. It's a handwritten letter... typing it out for you. &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dear Coach/ PE teacher in charge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Stamp:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Singapore Sports Medicine Centre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Square 2 - Novena Medical Centre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Blahblahblah, my name and ID, allergy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Zenda suffered [L] Tibalis Poste... (something.) strain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Currently on physiotherapy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kindly excuse lower limb activities &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;for 1 month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Regards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Signature) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Stamp:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dr Kelvin Chew Tai Loon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MBBCh.. blahblahblah)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have 3 copies of that.&lt;br /&gt;One for each meal of the day where I shall stare at it&lt;br /&gt;with hatred, hoping somehow I get laser eyes and I'll be able&lt;br /&gt;to burn it to shreds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't exactly... explain how I feel now but it's mostly&lt;br /&gt;guilt and... anger and... just the pure urge to cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum'd scolded me for it. I didn't talk for half the day...&lt;br /&gt;Dude, I was... bummed is just too light a word for it.&lt;br /&gt;This thing with my calf has been&lt;br /&gt;going on off for 2 weeks now and I'd already been to a doctor&lt;br /&gt;but it wasn't one who specialised in sport injuries....&lt;br /&gt;Just a regular polyclinic doctor.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Sigh.&lt;/span&gt; Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway main point is that I strained it.. again... and had to&lt;br /&gt;go find a Sports doctor... My mum did...&lt;br /&gt;Made an appointment for 5.30 and the medical centre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going to see the DL investiture and studying a while with&lt;br /&gt;Van in the canteen, I left and took the MRT by myself to Novena...&lt;br /&gt;1 hour ride alone... Sitting there... Wondering...&lt;br /&gt;Reached there and Mum seemed to be in a really light mood...&lt;br /&gt;Registered and waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;greatly&lt;/span&gt; intimidated and very scared. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole place was just purely for sports... They had treadmills&lt;br /&gt;and gym equipments, plus the medical centre plus an orthopedic surgery&lt;br /&gt;centre all on one level.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. The fear was just me... the place didn't really give you anything&lt;br /&gt;to be scared of besides the hospital-y scent.&lt;br /&gt;It was a calming place, lots of browns, beige, whites and blues, and&lt;br /&gt;they had LCD's hung up everywhere with Ellen/ Channel 8 on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum let me go in by myself after waiting for 15 minutes...&lt;br /&gt;The room was... big... Just me, the doctor and his assistant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes his assistant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was really friendly and all... He isn't paid so much to frown anyway...&lt;br /&gt;Told him about my pain, then I had to take off my shoes and sit on the&lt;br /&gt;examination bed. He poked around my leg, down my ankle and the to my calf&lt;br /&gt;and just asked me when it was pain. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The cool part&lt;/span&gt; is that he used the&lt;br /&gt;thing they use to see the baby when a woman's pregnant on my leg.&lt;br /&gt;The same light blue translucent gel that's really cold, same screen and same&lt;br /&gt;x-ray equipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me what was the problem and said that I couldn't/shouldn't&lt;br /&gt;do lower body trainings for the next... month. And then he winced.&lt;br /&gt;I winced too. ._.&lt;br /&gt;He knew. He knew how his patient would feel. He'd probably said it&lt;br /&gt;to thousands of kids with the same problem as me. but that didn't&lt;br /&gt;make me feel any better :/ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sulkkkk....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my MCs and the weird cushion-y thing to put in my shoe&lt;br /&gt;to help me walk better...&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with my mum downstairs at secret recipe...&lt;br /&gt;She's in a good mood today... but that just makes me feel worse...&lt;br /&gt;I feel really apologetic towards her...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I bombed money on this man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It wouldn't have been this way if I just took care of myself more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I wouldn't have to miss 1 month of training if I'd just bothered to care...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I won't be on the school team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I'm sure of. Crushed me when I thought of it.&lt;br /&gt;buttt... I don't know what's the but in this.&lt;br /&gt;Wan Ting thinks the same of herself T.T... so she said next year&lt;br /&gt;we can both facilitate the aspire camps while they're having the&lt;br /&gt;zonals T.T... Lol... Maybe that's the bright side?&lt;br /&gt;and.. I have one more year to chiong. Chiong all the way.&lt;br /&gt;That's another bright side?&lt;br /&gt;): Someone lend me a shoulder... or a hug...&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind either now if you need it cos I'd just sulk with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Agh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel kind of emotionless now.&lt;br /&gt;I wish something really funny would just happen right now.&lt;br /&gt;I want to laugh.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I want to laughhhh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-7445905079852193939?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/7445905079852193939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=7445905079852193939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/7445905079852193939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/7445905079852193939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2010/08/mr-brightside.html' title='Mr. Brightside'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TFgKK80AYqI/AAAAAAAAGYA/-0ziJvWXEWs/s72-c/IMG_2023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-1873275722531287839</id><published>2010-07-29T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T19:36:06.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Till it hurts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TFFdhpwcJnI/AAAAAAAAGWQ/rp3m2cvvktM/s1600/kermit.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TFFdhpwcJnI/AAAAAAAAGWQ/rp3m2cvvktM/s400/kermit.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499279452722177650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We don't always hear the things we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;expect&lt;/span&gt; to hear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes it's the things we don't want to hear&lt;br /&gt;that tell us more about ourselves than we could ever find out alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm excited. Yeap. I'm excited.&lt;br /&gt;Van should know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last period was art &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(Side-note:&lt;/span&gt; If you guys know me well enough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you'd know I'm planning on going for the art stream next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you'd also know I'm 1 in probably only... 3 or less students who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want to do it in the whole level.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're doing vanishing point for art now.&lt;br /&gt;Writing our names. It's graded.&lt;br /&gt;I find it fun lah, yea. I guess that's the most important part for me.&lt;br /&gt;My "n" looked kind of weird but other than that I'm pretty happy&lt;br /&gt;with mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after that, only like... 5 of us were left touching up on our&lt;br /&gt;work, we handed it up and said bye to Mr Tan, then he suddenly came out&lt;br /&gt;of the artroom while we were getting our bags and told me&lt;br /&gt;(in summary) that he wanted me to go to the SYF visual arts exhibition&lt;br /&gt;with a few other students on 19th August. O:... Happy? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;PLUS. He already knows I'm going for art next year :D and told van and I&lt;br /&gt;about the SYF happening when I'm sec 4 so yea, the timing's really kind of&lt;br /&gt;perfect if we don't all die in 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"What about this year leh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Any of our school students in SYF?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His reply, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Mm.. No this year no one from our school, we didn't touch it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;at all. So maybe by the time you're Sec 4 you'll be the one luh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a new goal now. Enter visual arts SYF in the year 2012.&lt;br /&gt;Don't care if I die after that. If I do get a prize...&lt;br /&gt;Hohoho could do me wonders after Secondary School...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happyyy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. We'll see. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TFFdg7FDPQI/AAAAAAAAGWI/9pD6tNC_gN8/s1600/funny_facebook_supermanad0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 209px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TFFdg7FDPQI/AAAAAAAAGWI/9pD6tNC_gN8/s400/funny_facebook_supermanad0.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499279440192158978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL... If you can find the humour in this... Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... Tomorrow might need to serve&lt;br /&gt;detention...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; F&lt;/span&gt;... :/&lt;br /&gt;I do not have good memories of detention..&lt;br /&gt;Has been a year since I went okay... I'm a good girl...&lt;br /&gt;Mostly...&lt;br /&gt;It's boring and quiet and they torture you inside there.&lt;br /&gt;Kind of. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Friday already.&lt;br /&gt;CHIONG. Weekends. Almost there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Zenda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-1873275722531287839?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/1873275722531287839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=1873275722531287839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/1873275722531287839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/1873275722531287839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2010/07/we-dont-always-hear-things-we-expect-to.html' title='Till it hurts'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TFFdhpwcJnI/AAAAAAAAGWQ/rp3m2cvvktM/s72-c/kermit.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-1924999778657409589</id><published>2010-07-24T23:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T00:18:55.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama Mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEsLZnSK_2I/AAAAAAAAGV8/nzOeTqASAeA/s1600/Polaroid.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEsLZnSK_2I/AAAAAAAAGV8/nzOeTqASAeA/s400/Polaroid.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497500304805658466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyone sweet enough to get me a blue polaroid? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I finally remember how cool polaroids are.&lt;br /&gt;It's okay! I'll get one for myself next time. It's the first&lt;br /&gt;material thing that I want besides a new phone, so yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today woke up around 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 2.30, cabbed with bro to ACJC for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HSM junior&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;the musical, put up by my primary school.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I remember when I was in a musical...&lt;br /&gt;2006. Primary 4. Holy Moses.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so great on stage... It was an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; feeling.&lt;br /&gt;I get such a thrill when I'm up on stage... whether it was&lt;br /&gt;performing or receiving a prize, to just graduating from the prefectorial board.&lt;br /&gt;It really felt great... I wonder why I don't do it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's something that I love, why don't I do it anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. HSM junior was... interesting.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, my bro being there just made everything retarded.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with him I just go nutso, so yea. Mum performed...&lt;br /&gt;She was Miss. Darbus. :/ Both of us were like whacking our heads when&lt;br /&gt;she came out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro: "I can't believe it... I'm actually, EMBARRASSED, for her..."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Why is that so hard to believe? :D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My mum's such a drama queen&lt;/span&gt;. She just over-does everything.&lt;br /&gt;It just HAS to be made humorous and exaggerated.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. It's entertaining nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta say though, DLS's musicals are getting more and more&lt;br /&gt;disappointing..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; I mean&lt;/span&gt;. It's not my standard rising. I know that.&lt;br /&gt;The first musical we'd ever had was&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; "Joseph's Magic Techni-Coloured Dream Coat"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that an unbelievable success. The lead actor was a P6&lt;br /&gt;guy, gorgeous, tall, and had a great voice. I remember being in&lt;br /&gt;the staff lounge where the choir teacher would be practicing with him&lt;br /&gt;before the musical. I'd sit there doing my work while my mum was&lt;br /&gt;in class, and he'd sing. I'd just be like... in awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole musical back then was&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; fantastic&lt;/span&gt;. The MC's were my teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Mr cheng - my funny discipline master, and Mrs Luana Goh - a beautiful, sweet teacher).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was in my school hall but they seriously did everything up really&lt;br /&gt;well. There were the hand chairs in the front for the G.O.H's,&lt;br /&gt;(those couches in the shape of palms :D) and then the&lt;br /&gt;other chair lined up all the way to the back of the hall.&lt;br /&gt;Singing, acting, everything was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but NOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;They booked a really small auditorium in ACJC that was crammed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and had a really really small stage. The lighting was  just basically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;spotlights alone, the MC's were 3 small girls. Troy Bolton was played&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;by this guy who's height is about up to my chest, and the whole play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;was just changed totally from the original storyline of HSM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean... okay yeah I get that they want to involve more students,&lt;br /&gt;thus the student MC's, and yeah I get that they're trying to make it a more&lt;br /&gt;comfortable experience for the audience, thus the air-conditioned auditorium,&lt;br /&gt;but we don't need all that right? It was just FINE back when they did&lt;br /&gt;the 1st ever musical. It was so much more &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ORIGINAL&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; ENTERTAINING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was bright and colourful, the students were just as equally involved,&lt;br /&gt;yet the show was well put-up and impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the booths set up outside were small and had limited&lt;br /&gt;things on sale...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I think they actors and actresses really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DID&lt;/span&gt; put in quite&lt;br /&gt;a lot of effort in performing everything. So applause applause for that (:&lt;br /&gt;I really don't mean to sound like a critic but that's just how I honestly feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and watching the musical... I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; miss being on stage.&lt;br /&gt;It was just a great feeling being a part of that production.&lt;br /&gt;The applause you get afterwards, and the feeling of hours of&lt;br /&gt;time in the AVA room and music room, practicing your songs, paying off.&lt;br /&gt;and the amount of time spent in the school hall on stage after&lt;br /&gt;schoolhours just practicing your lines, then finally going to the actual&lt;br /&gt;venue and doing a full-dressed rehersal. Then seeing the place filling up,&lt;br /&gt;and performing in front of your family and friends...&lt;br /&gt;and friends of your family..&lt;br /&gt;and family of your friends..&lt;br /&gt;It really is a great feeling... Got me wanting to do it again.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will.. I really don't know.. If I do I hope I'd be able to make&lt;br /&gt;people proud, and feel the way I felt last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's late already...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really tired at all but I'm going to&lt;br /&gt;hit the sack in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna spam call somebody at 11.33 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Just in case that person is already dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hope you guys have a great Sunday ahead of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all,&lt;br /&gt;Zenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-1924999778657409589?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/1924999778657409589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=1924999778657409589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/1924999778657409589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/1924999778657409589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2010/07/drama-mama.html' title='Drama Mama'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEsLZnSK_2I/AAAAAAAAGV8/nzOeTqASAeA/s72-c/Polaroid.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-7137359079931287501</id><published>2010-07-23T15:53:00.042+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T22:21:39.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It flies? It FLIES!</title><content type='html'>Has it really,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; REALLY&lt;/span&gt; been a month since I blogged?...&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it. Is it possible to feel like so many things've&lt;br /&gt;happened AND feel that time's slipping through my fingers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I'm BACK.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I'm back i'm back i'm back&lt;/span&gt;. And if you're&lt;br /&gt;actually reading, you're up for a long long photo spammed post&lt;br /&gt;ahead about my trip to Australia in June. THEN I'll bore&lt;br /&gt;you with what's been happening (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a saturday night when my bro and I took a bloody&lt;br /&gt;1 hour+ trip on the train, standing, to Changi.&lt;br /&gt;Had my luggage packed with everything in place. (:&lt;br /&gt;Reached the airport and headed to Burger King for a meal, then&lt;br /&gt;waited for my Dad to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once he came, all 3 of us went through customs and got our passports&lt;br /&gt;checked my scary large people. After we got in, it was basically half&lt;br /&gt;an hour of free-and-easy time.&lt;br /&gt;SO. We headed to Hard Rock cafe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEmMygAOkgI/AAAAAAAAGV0/m3I9oqoELi0/s400/IMG_0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497079619394638338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEmMyBUMxOI/AAAAAAAAGVs/_RkXwHDee1E/s400/IMG_0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497079611156907234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEmMxoUZNTI/AAAAAAAAGVk/n6RLdzsmbMY/s400/IMG_0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497079604446836018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEmLnGwfJ0I/AAAAAAAAGVc/DlicflKd10w/s400/IMG_0014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497078324127541058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retarded. I had a cosmopolitan which is apparently a lady's drink.&lt;br /&gt;It tastes like 7-up Raspberry with a burning bitter after-taste.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot what my bro's drink was but it tasted like slurpee (:&lt;br /&gt;Funny, I felt like an adult with all the rock MV's playing on the&lt;br /&gt;LCD's, all the guitar's hung up on the walls and an alcoholic drink&lt;br /&gt;in my hand. Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEmLmqLlTAI/AAAAAAAAGVU/ayJhFcd1rOA/s400/IMG_0015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497078316456561666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEmLmHTfTtI/AAAAAAAAGVM/GSCDEh4Kg88/s400/IMG_0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497078307094482642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEmLluUkIkI/AAAAAAAAGVE/r_ktwFCTeYA/s400/IMG_0028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497078300388106818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those're my main pair of shoes for the whole trip (:&lt;br /&gt;Camper. Same brand as the other shoe I brought along.&lt;br /&gt;The other shoe has lasted me for 2 years already so I TRUST CAMPER! (:&lt;br /&gt;And their designs aren't half bad either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texted and called some people for last goodbyes before&lt;br /&gt;I left. I WAS SAD ): REALLY SAD. Heart was breaking.&lt;br /&gt;It was more of a longing feeling to see them one last time before&lt;br /&gt;I left and then the disappointment of knowing I couldn't?&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I boarded the plane. 8 hours flight baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEmKQGn7xkI/AAAAAAAAGU0/rvSDdSuukbc/s400/IMG_0050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497076829443049026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEmKPqa-1fI/AAAAAAAAGUs/eHp_x_YynmA/s400/IMG_0047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497076821872530930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;DAY 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEmKQp4kNyI/AAAAAAAAGU8/9DvzCDphuIQ/s400/IMG_0069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497076838908049186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so damn bloody excited (: I mean...&lt;br /&gt;The presence of Australian's with their blue eyes and naturally&lt;br /&gt;big physique, not forgetting their accents, just gave me a thrill.&lt;br /&gt;I really couldn't come to terms with the fact that I'd left Singapore&lt;br /&gt;and was now in a place filled with no less than gorgeous people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEmJiV3IypI/AAAAAAAAGUk/C_HXUmX5KLQ/s400/IMG_0055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497076043259366034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEmJhwdojoI/AAAAAAAAGUc/NjCVgODK1As/s400/IMG_0060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497076033220284034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a glimpse of how I started getting excited about&lt;br /&gt;everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEmJhY3eBOI/AAAAAAAAGUU/iWF3jH7KOb4/s400/IMG_0064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497076026886194402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just took me a while to absorb everything.&lt;br /&gt;The people especially. They were all so friendly. (:&lt;br /&gt;Unlike most of the people we see working at Macs in Singapore ._.&lt;br /&gt;"What do you want. Upsize?... Eating here? Please pay (enter amount here)"&lt;br /&gt;but not in Australia. Ohhhh no. Not there.&lt;br /&gt;They were all smiles and jokes and warm hugs and giving away free alcohol to kids.&lt;br /&gt;Not really. but they were really friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was rather unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;I mean.. I knew it was going to be cold. but when I think of cold&lt;br /&gt;I think of like.. switching on the air-con.&lt;br /&gt;Their kind of cold wasn't that kind of cold.&lt;br /&gt;There was stillness. And the minute I stepped out&lt;br /&gt;of the airport doors I just felt the most soothing feeling.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to explain it... It's like you can feel&lt;br /&gt;the warmth of the sun on your skin yet still feel the cold air.&lt;br /&gt;It really was a beautiful day (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEmJg5LJLWI/AAAAAAAAGUM/8mWT9xYE9Fw/s1600/IMG_0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEmJg5LJLWI/AAAAAAAAGUM/8mWT9xYE9Fw/s400/IMG_0093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497076018378780002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEmHdcBXlgI/AAAAAAAAGTc/LdFI6nO9nZ0/s400/IMG_0097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497073759990289922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my bro got coffee once we got our luggages,&lt;br /&gt;then we headed out to meet the rest of the group&lt;br /&gt;+ our tour guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEmHczja2cI/AAAAAAAAGTU/9PFsNmgknzo/s400/IMG_0105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497073749127256514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIMO. Small, but a limo nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEmHcKF4hVI/AAAAAAAAGTM/yhO212xcL5E/s400/IMG_0116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497073737997518162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First bus stop I see.&lt;br /&gt;33 (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEmHbujvF8I/AAAAAAAAGTE/nXL3ONaPa3s/s400/IMG_0124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497073730606536642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEmFNgwoLjI/AAAAAAAAGSc/NQ9-vHdYCag/s400/IMG_0128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497071287361089074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEmFNEV2q_I/AAAAAAAAGSU/Y79BdAVtAMI/s400/IMG_0169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497071279732599794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEmFMQ7NRvI/AAAAAAAAGSM/e-Twy-9v8cU/s400/IMG_0189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497071265930626802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap so basically our first stop was a park nearby. It was&lt;br /&gt;right across the Opera House and it was the first time I saw&lt;br /&gt;sparkly water. You see it on television and stuff, and you&lt;br /&gt;may think you see it sometimes in Singapore,&lt;br /&gt;but this was just completely mesmerizing. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEmFLxxXbsI/AAAAAAAAGSE/gGRKOYjZI8c/s400/IMG_0201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497071257567850178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEmDsWH4aTI/AAAAAAAAGR8/aTraiZ_Zgi8/s400/IMG_0213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497069618058520882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEmDr08wB_I/AAAAAAAAGR0/49FsqCbgfM4/s400/IMG_0204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497069609153464306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. that's my brother for you.&lt;br /&gt;According to him, it's his way of proving he's been to the opera&lt;br /&gt;house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEmDrDITkKI/AAAAAAAAGRs/FjUH09uhef4/s400/IMG_0250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497069595780157602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on a grass patch.&lt;br /&gt;Cool thing about this park that seriously made me laugh&lt;br /&gt;was the signs all around the area. In Singapore it's like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Please do not step on the grass."&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"No littering, Fine $500."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in Australia it's "Welcome to our park! Feel free to around&lt;br /&gt;the area and be one with nature! You're welcome to hug the&lt;br /&gt;trees as well!"&lt;br /&gt;I'm serious. They want you to hug the trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEmDqmvZPeI/AAAAAAAAGRk/VLgNFcXNvxw/s400/IMG_0254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497069588159479266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that just left me in awe was the&lt;br /&gt;architectural beauty over there. Seriously. All of their&lt;br /&gt;buildings, from shopping centres to museums to appartments, &lt;br /&gt;most of the ones I saw look like the picture above.&lt;br /&gt;They are GORGEOUS. Really amazingly built luh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch at a chinese restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;I still don't get it. I didn't go to Australia to eat Chinese food.&lt;br /&gt;If I wanted that, I would've gone to China. Or just stayed in Singapore. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEmCUKtELuI/AAAAAAAAGRc/PdMI-6x-E40/s400/IMG_0271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497068103164767970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEmCTXtjsoI/AAAAAAAAGRU/htMHQQv8OZE/s400/IMG_0272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497068089476625026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And apparently in Australia, all chinese people eat rice from&lt;br /&gt;a metal pot, and have corn soup as appetizers. WHERE do these&lt;br /&gt;people get their information from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. ohoh... ohohohoh...&lt;br /&gt;Look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEmCS1EbaYI/AAAAAAAAGRM/T3MjbRqVpeA/s400/IMG_0286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497068080177310082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D HOT. GUY.&lt;br /&gt;Bloody... I swear okay, my brother took this picture, but&lt;br /&gt;he was like "Zen, look, look, LOOK!"&lt;br /&gt;and I looked. I stared. and I started drooling.&lt;br /&gt;He was sooooooo... sooooooo... you know... like... sooooo...&lt;br /&gt;*whacks head*. I have no idea when I became such a girl...&lt;br /&gt;probably when I saw something like THAT ^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we visited their version of "Underwater world".&lt;br /&gt;Except much better. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEmCSZHyTMI/AAAAAAAAGRE/7_RuzFdATzY/s400/IMG_0471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497068072675200194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like.. starring at this stingray for God knows how long.&lt;br /&gt;It was humongous! LIKE. HUGEEE. I'd probably look like&lt;br /&gt;japanese maki filling if you wrapped it around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEmBGE6IOxI/AAAAAAAAGQ8/hYHbtSoFcRM/s400/IMG_0477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497066761579150098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this turtle too. It's like.. the length of a super-single sized bed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm serious. And it's wider than a super single-sized bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEmBFRuQTkI/AAAAAAAAGQ0/mIIqie0bDgs/s400/IMG_0488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497066747839139394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's... i have no idea. The head of something that's been&lt;br /&gt;rammed by a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEmBFLLPlKI/AAAAAAAAGQs/9Lmhf3M4EWA/s400/IMG_0499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497066746081678498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEmBEQHQWrI/AAAAAAAAGQk/kdpbJFfH2CI/s400/IMG_0519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497066730227260082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro with a stuffed walrus.&lt;br /&gt;You know, sometimes I wonder how we're even related..&lt;br /&gt;and then I do something stupid too. Then I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEl_o3785dI/AAAAAAAAGQc/4vqJcMvGy5U/s400/IMG_0292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497065160369300946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited the Sydney tower next. It was I think....&lt;br /&gt;50 stories high yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEl_obCpQ5I/AAAAAAAAGQU/8Gw_Sel01rY/s400/IMG_0324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497065152612746130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEl_nhO3_NI/AAAAAAAAGQM/MXF_A5Qi6yY/s400/IMG_0325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497065137094786258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEl_nO7qpGI/AAAAAAAAGQE/3NU8oEluCWo/s400/IMG_0326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497065132182381666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crocodile, Kangaroo and Emu Jerkey.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why eating BEEF Jerkey is fine, and then it comes&lt;br /&gt;to these weird ones, and I feel my lunch coming up my throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEl50TJqaLI/AAAAAAAAGPc/UbqX5QlTdak/s400/IMG_0299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497058759583361202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro and I sitting by the windows of the place. The view&lt;br /&gt;was amazing (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEl5z8lBb6I/AAAAAAAAGPU/SaaaSPG6DT0/s400/IMG_0358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497058753524101026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEl5zew2W2I/AAAAAAAAGPM/MSipT0U8xk8/s400/IMG_0551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497058745520642914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that it was a 15 minutes ride on the bus to the&lt;br /&gt;Opera house. (: I think they'd just finished a concert&lt;br /&gt;cos there were tons of kids and teenagers coming out with&lt;br /&gt;their instrument bags in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEl5y0_CIhI/AAAAAAAAGPE/xccN7ZdLdy0/s400/IMG_0561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497058734305845778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't manage to go inside though.&lt;br /&gt;My bro says esplanade can go screw itself cos&lt;br /&gt;the Opera house is so much better. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEl3w9f029I/AAAAAAAAGO8/UhX00Cu3SaQ/s400/IMG_0578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497056503207877586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEl3wQmUr5I/AAAAAAAAGO0/uvNSzGP_IHw/s400/IMG_0577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497056491155533714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd never really seen a sunset like that. In Singapore&lt;br /&gt;it seems as though everything's being covered by tall buildings.&lt;br /&gt;Here it was just... the chilly weather. I stood by the balcony where&lt;br /&gt;there was a cafe downstairs with this awesome band singing.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh the lead singer took my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;He was wearing a trench coat and these sunglasses that hung&lt;br /&gt;at the tip of his nose, taking swigs of beer when the bassist was&lt;br /&gt;doing his thing. Really... why don't we have that in Singapore?&lt;br /&gt;I mean.. we probably do. Somewhere. but where?&lt;br /&gt;This was just a regular cafe and buskers there were wayyy talented too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night grew and we headed to our Hotel finally.&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY checked in. I felt really tired after the whole day out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEl3v7h2njI/AAAAAAAAGOs/tmNaJFTHnB8/s400/IMG_0599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497056485499641394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showering felt awesome. The hotel's shampoo makes your&lt;br /&gt;hair really smooth (: just a random note.&lt;br /&gt;Stayed at Metro Central.&lt;br /&gt;After got my real coat out that kept me a lot warmer,&lt;br /&gt;3 of us headed out to scout around for supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEl3vQkc3TI/AAAAAAAAGOk/K9C5kzco3tY/s400/IMG_0606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497056473967811890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Even their slurpees are better. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEl17NsC7wI/AAAAAAAAGOc/Ao6sYYeULLc/s400/IMG_0613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497054480329535234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not for decoration or effect.&lt;br /&gt;It really was a break in. Super cool door though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEl16KyCPxI/AAAAAAAAGOM/q9ERfor_bhw/s400/IMG_0637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497054462369480466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately I'm underaged and they have security.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEl15uTjtDI/AAAAAAAAGOE/I_7pHVvDNSk/s400/IMG_0647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497054454725456946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a supermarket over there to check out how it looked like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN.&lt;br /&gt;*Build-up music*&lt;br /&gt;we went to macs. WHY that's such a big deal is because...&lt;br /&gt;Their macs was like.. soooooooo beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;AND AND AND. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;THEY HAD CARAMEL SUNDAES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FORGET STRAWBERRY AND CHOCOLATE,&lt;br /&gt;CARAMEL. DUDE.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CARAMEL... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm making a big fuss over it but. I had at least 1&lt;br /&gt;everyday i was there. AT LEAST. And my dad was obsessed&lt;br /&gt;with it. AND HE DOESNT EVEN LIKE DESSERTS. Let alone...&lt;br /&gt;ice-cream. Big deal. BIG. deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElzHmc9BUI/AAAAAAAAGN8/CG5gswoMOEg/s400/IMG_0651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497051394600666434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElzG0lEhyI/AAAAAAAAGN0/fhxBtr0U4lM/s400/IMG_0652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497051381212940066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love. I miss you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElzGTsKwwI/AAAAAAAAGNs/3kYmZuOSjyE/s400/IMG_0653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497051372384338690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their drinks, not ice lemon tea or coke.&lt;br /&gt;Fanta Ice-blended. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElzGDlZFwI/AAAAAAAAGNk/nIMAVAfWs-w/s400/IMG_0660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497051368060950274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mighty angus. My brother just made satisfying groans&lt;br /&gt;throughout finishing this. It was really really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElyImgSP6I/AAAAAAAAGNc/kgNrjBn8lsA/s400/IMG_0663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497050312282881954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElyIFYGvAI/AAAAAAAAGNU/dFGB303CESc/s400/IMG_0664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497050303390202882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElyHt-jkeI/AAAAAAAAGNM/8Cg-GKaZu30/s400/IMG_0665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497050297109025250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE! That's macs for you in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElyGwsLFnI/AAAAAAAAGNE/zWqD78gWKXs/s400/IMG_0668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497050280657360498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; since I only had my caramel sundae :D, Dad got me&lt;br /&gt;pizza. 6 slices, 3 different flavours, 9 bucks (:&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElw_lkOCOI/AAAAAAAAGM8/ND0Y9jFpUi4/s400/IMG_0672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497049057900497122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast next morning.&lt;br /&gt;It was a buffet, but I guess my favourite dish would be&lt;br /&gt;their french toast (: It's just bread, dipped in egg mix and&lt;br /&gt;fried. It's sweet, especially when you put maple syrup on top.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, that was the best for me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElw_AihOGI/AAAAAAAAGM0/LkUZZRZrpNA/s400/IMG_0680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497049047961253986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Streets of Australia in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were heading to a "Garden" next, and it was about 3 hours&lt;br /&gt;on the bus so we had a little break at the nearby&lt;br /&gt;"petrol kiosk" (for buses and trucks). I got to see real life truckers!&lt;br /&gt;My gosh... all of them look the same. Their so cool. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;They had a special cafe for truckers ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;The sign said &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Only truckers allowed"&lt;/span&gt;. Its like... if you're not&lt;br /&gt;a trucker and you go in, all of them are gonna tackle you and beat&lt;br /&gt;you half dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElwHtf9DdI/AAAAAAAAGMs/ecVcqgCRuO4/s400/IMG_0689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497048097957416402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElwHFjNgGI/AAAAAAAAGMk/HvhlvbwJfCA/s400/IMG_0690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497048087233658978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElwG0_mKlI/AAAAAAAAGMc/IBm0QSBOKeU/s400/IMG_0692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497048082789313106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS is another caramel sundae.&lt;br /&gt;Told you, at LEAST once a day.&lt;br /&gt;But special thing about sundaes at macs there:&lt;br /&gt;You can choose between 2 sizes (:&lt;br /&gt;Small and Large, so this is the large. It basically&lt;br /&gt;has tons more toppings at the bottom. That's ironic.&lt;br /&gt;BUT YUMMY ALL THE SAME (: So sinful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElwGUMJFcI/AAAAAAAAGMU/iyuQob1fLAU/s400/IMG_0693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497048073983563202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and bro basking in the pleasure of caramel sundaes (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElwF5bfMEI/AAAAAAAAGMM/j6mHexylP7U/s400/IMG_0695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497048066800169026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THOSE are what I call real police officers.&lt;br /&gt;Or at least they looked like it.&lt;br /&gt;They ACTUALLY DO buy donuts and coffee. LOL (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We eventually reached the "Garden".&lt;br /&gt;The reason for the inverted commas is cos this garden&lt;br /&gt;consisted of like... 20 other smaller gardens it.&lt;br /&gt;One of which was my personal favourite, "Storybook Garden".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEluXIphVBI/AAAAAAAAGL8/0NXOIz_-RE0/s400/IMG_0726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497046163920081938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEluWhN5SWI/AAAAAAAAGL0/2NfBJ-b2sZY/s400/IMG_0730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497046153335228770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother said he needed at least one shot with&lt;br /&gt;the cutesy sign. HAHAHA... Failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEluWd1pStI/AAAAAAAAGLs/tqrCFGxK4JM/s400/IMG_0746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497046152428210898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElr6pw6liI/AAAAAAAAGLk/QmTxjrUPv28/s400/IMG_0741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497043475570005538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElr6c57ASI/AAAAAAAAGLc/B1lWULfsilU/s400/IMG_0748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497043472118120738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElr555GXnI/AAAAAAAAGLU/xSivhQS4F9k/s400/IMG_0760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497043462719430258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElqpEht_YI/AAAAAAAAGK8/mSzgAjjHfo4/s400/IMG_0774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497042074004749698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time I actually saw a real life lemon tree (:&lt;br /&gt;Their so adorable. I felt like plucking them. but I didn't, don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I bought from the Giftstore there was ROCKY ROAD (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElqoI6At_I/AAAAAAAAGK0/BRHJH-weSio/s400/IMG_0781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497042058000513010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElqnMlYzxI/AAAAAAAAGKs/17Ov-5JcLvQ/s400/IMG_0782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497042041807884050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're mushed up marshmallows in a hard chocolate covering&lt;br /&gt;with almonds. Sweeeeet (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was the winery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElqmB-V-DI/AAAAAAAAGKk/9nw0ukqm-Zg/s400/IMG_0784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497042021779896370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElqk3pX_aI/AAAAAAAAGKc/a0SyzXo2RK4/s400/IMG_0786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497042001827724706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place was just a giant piece of land, and if everyone&lt;br /&gt;kept quiet, you'd actually be able to hear the silence of nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;It was completely peaceful and silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElgu682njI/AAAAAAAAGJ4/PeixpbZOwac/s400/IMG_0791.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497031179397144114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElgunRB7KI/AAAAAAAAGJw/kmwjHzOIuQA/s400/IMG_0891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497031174113062050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElguItF6fI/AAAAAAAAGJo/_DBsFEoOeF8/s400/IMG_0796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497031165909264882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElgtixdcrI/AAAAAAAAGJg/IHECq0XPVT4/s400/IMG_0801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497031155727037106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old grape mushing machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro and Dad were more into the wine tasting&lt;br /&gt;so I just went around snapping more shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElfzd2ValI/AAAAAAAAGJY/vQoqW9Q2_38/s400/IMG_0802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497030157972892242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElfymCAVxI/AAAAAAAAGJQ/v60Cdxw6xE8/s400/IMG_0818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497030142989457170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElfyNeU4jI/AAAAAAAAGJI/d0eAXA6sPWA/s400/IMG_0821.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497030136397357618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElfxlS9x3I/AAAAAAAAGJA/xQ_QyX15_8k/s400/IMG_0833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497030125612287858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stole the cheese for fun though it's supposed to be sampled&lt;br /&gt;with the wine (: It's good cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEle3JLL5aI/AAAAAAAAGI4/sJ4ON-KRLcY/s400/IMG_0842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497029121631053218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEle2pM897I/AAAAAAAAGIw/xgAKyh7uK4E/s400/IMG_0844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497029113048528818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEle2K8HG7I/AAAAAAAAGIo/YvVNuD-Tmwg/s400/IMG_0852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497029104924826546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEle1uDFB9I/AAAAAAAAGIg/7Bg2ySHhTn4/s400/IMG_0856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497029097169422290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElbqb-mDWI/AAAAAAAAGIY/fPRe0Q1TcY4/s400/IMG_0866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497025604805332322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElbo_LTQiI/AAAAAAAAGIA/KuA4ZgOYv4g/s400/IMG_0896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497025579894129186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro bought 2 bottles from there.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we checked into another place which was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Oaks pacific Blue Resort (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElZYlDEQkI/AAAAAAAAGHw/6NvthkBrob4/s400/IMG_0904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497023098979107394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElZXoaLBeI/AAAAAAAAGHg/UCxdz6_jrcU/s400/IMG_0920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497023082701456866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;DAY 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElWq1W5RuI/AAAAAAAAGHY/9wQFpY40XL4/s400/IMG_0928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497020114060003042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElWqdMJlWI/AAAAAAAAGHQ/nwwodMUtLsQ/s400/IMG_0929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497020107572483426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast there was cool (:&lt;br /&gt;They served it plate by plate, 2 sausages, 2 pieces of streaky bacon,&lt;br /&gt;a egg cooked sunny-side up, and half a cooked tomato.&lt;br /&gt;You could toast your own bread and they had a wide variety&lt;br /&gt;of bread-spread packets also like, peanut butter, honey, tons of jams..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElWp4wu7EI/AAAAAAAAGHI/-ULa_5I2228/s400/IMG_0932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497020097793813570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElVYKOt99I/AAAAAAAAGG4/t5G1IQefjzs/s400/IMG_0937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497018693733709778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah the outside of the resort was just a lake-like swimming&lt;br /&gt;pool. Really really huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast we headed to the beach area which was&lt;br /&gt;close to a sand dune :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElVXH8b4CI/AAAAAAAAGGo/CdKsbxDT6tk/s400/IMG_0991.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497018675940286498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElVWQ2dBnI/AAAAAAAAGGg/qTKNV2RtrxE/s400/IMG_1028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497018661151245938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElVV3LEJHI/AAAAAAAAGGY/FUp9V-ur7DE/s400/IMG_1030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497018654258373746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-wheel drive to our sand slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElULp999TI/AAAAAAAAGGQ/VHEYCaEzkCk/s400/IMG_1045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497017379403461938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The instructor telling us how to get down the sand slide without dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were given a board and had to sit on it, feet pointed up to the sky&lt;br /&gt;and hands had to be behind you at all times, and must be grabbing&lt;br /&gt;into the sand. Because it just rained, the sand wasn't wet but it was&lt;br /&gt;freezing cold so I left the place with numb, sandy hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElWpbQZ0uI/AAAAAAAAGHA/6Vs1gwkaQ5o/s1600/IMG_1079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElWpbQZ0uI/AAAAAAAAGHA/6Vs1gwkaQ5o/s400/IMG_1079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497020089873584866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElULK0u7wI/AAAAAAAAGGI/L7_rh8A7aRk/s400/IMG_1085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497017371043229442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH. Victory pose. The slide was about 2 stories high.&lt;br /&gt;Not too bad but still gave you a thrill sliding down, especially&lt;br /&gt;the gaining of speed halfway through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElUKxJRwYI/AAAAAAAAGGA/UWHMcHDcAwA/s400/IMG_1091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497017364150075778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElUKAtJPrI/AAAAAAAAGF4/F4m7qMGgRJ4/s400/IMG_1104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497017351147175602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap went to the beach next. It was a gorgeous sight.&lt;br /&gt;Great great cooling weather. Windy. REALLY windy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElUJr_qiMI/AAAAAAAAGFw/_B8MME3vNCY/s400/IMG_1130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497017345587710146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElTU1fbAzI/AAAAAAAAGFo/N9O0k8LYsNM/s400/IMG_1138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497016437603762994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair flying all over. Told you it was windy!&lt;br /&gt;Guys... they got it good in situations like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElTUS4zkFI/AAAAAAAAGFg/sdpjL1CmcHA/s400/IMG_1142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497016428314988626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to their version of Holland Village next. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElTUNxaH0I/AAAAAAAAGFY/KUHg6ggA9NQ/s400/IMG_1144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497016426941783874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElTTiz7EvI/AAAAAAAAGFQ/XnHjBK1dlMI/s400/IMG_1145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497016415409607410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElTTNaG3pI/AAAAAAAAGFI/6rDeGYbKLCY/s400/IMG_1147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497016409664183954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the bottle shop to get some drinks.&lt;br /&gt;Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElSiV7rQVI/AAAAAAAAGFA/dhJtWHhgt7o/s400/IMG_1163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497015570138874194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get yourself in a knot, mine was only 4% and it&lt;br /&gt;was a grapefruit breezer. Unlike my dad. Cold, hard beer.&lt;br /&gt;Up till now I have no idea how people enjoy that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked up to the dock next, about to go on a&lt;br /&gt;Dolphin watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElSh_5O4gI/AAAAAAAAGE4/Va5g3mqxOGE/s400/IMG_1167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497015564223046146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElShbKxdWI/AAAAAAAAGEw/TzYwpQzpKmM/s400/IMG_1182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497015554364503394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElSg2Gc6CI/AAAAAAAAGEo/tY0whTIXZCQ/s400/IMG_1183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497015544414267426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElSgY02EZI/AAAAAAAAGEg/s2sbIDCSpiE/s400/IMG_1221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497015536555790738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was when the boat was still stationary.&lt;br /&gt;We got ourselves onto the top deck and sat at the front of the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElRt0NJpQI/AAAAAAAAGEY/JM2gE9gUtxU/s400/IMG_1226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497014667732165890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shivering. Lol. You really, REALLY would find it hard&lt;br /&gt;to open your eyes too cos the wind was so so strong and it was&lt;br /&gt;crazily cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElRtR8-A9I/AAAAAAAAGEQ/GvfDIDg72Ds/s400/IMG_1231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497014658537489362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seagulls circling round the top of the boat the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElRsWFJPuI/AAAAAAAAGEA/oPqhC93HqBA/s400/IMG_1465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497014642465652450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElRtKq9DdI/AAAAAAAAGEI/q4rmPmY1vFw/s400/IMG_1326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497014656582880722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you go (: We saw the dolphins.&lt;br /&gt;They're so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElRr6L06aI/AAAAAAAAGD4/0uxOBt9gcMo/s400/IMG_1482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497014634977487266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my brother's wind breaker flying...&lt;br /&gt;The wind really was strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;DAY 4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.k.a. The day we get to plan our own activities.&lt;br /&gt;"TO THE ZOO!" My dad says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElQ7uT_P-I/AAAAAAAAGDw/WgCqMPPAojM/s400/IMG_1490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497013807156772834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElQ7JIT1YI/AAAAAAAAGDo/iU71HnBXzzE/s400/IMG_1495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497013797175678338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Train-ed to the ferry area.&lt;br /&gt;Their trains are so cool, it's double deckered (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got our ferry tickets to the zoo, we&lt;br /&gt;boarded it and settled into our seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElQ6tD6gfI/AAAAAAAAGDg/f41s_BHpt5g/s400/IMG_1567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497013789641048562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australian babies are so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;I just love it when they speak with that accent..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElPHPMxkhI/AAAAAAAAGCg/xkSxZCMmC-s/s400/IMG_1690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497011805940191762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElQ6CH-4WI/AAAAAAAAGDY/Bkg27LdCxjA/s400/IMG_1550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497013778115387746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passed the opera house again. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElQTrEok0I/AAAAAAAAGDQ/jLfhji5e0og/s400/IMG_1585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497013119092298562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElQTX4L-TI/AAAAAAAAGDI/IaRVsj0U2gI/s400/IMG_1635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497013113939818802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElQSqHY9dI/AAAAAAAAGDA/LAH1YlSxi4Q/s400/IMG_1610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497013101655553490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElQSB0ErVI/AAAAAAAAGC4/smLxJz88zM4/s400/IMG_1680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497013090837114194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElPHy2-rVI/AAAAAAAAGCw/RPWQtNMXhfs/s400/IMG_1663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497011815512452434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOH. Snake eating rat.&lt;br /&gt;First time I got to see it live and not on Discovery Channel.&lt;br /&gt;If my memory doesn't fail me, I found out from Discovery Channel&lt;br /&gt;that snakes dislocate their jaws to fit their meal in their mouth and then&lt;br /&gt;they push it down whole, and then digest. If I tried to do that&lt;br /&gt;I'd end up not being able to close my mouth AND puking everything out.&lt;br /&gt;Applause for snakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElPGswb93I/AAAAAAAAGCY/tTAA0SqM8ss/s400/IMG_1698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497011796694529906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mountain goats. Saw how they climbed up those&lt;br /&gt;steep rocks, really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElOi1rQxOI/AAAAAAAAGCQ/noSRkEe2cwg/s400/IMG_1719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497011180613453026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nothing like a cup of hot chocolate to warm your&lt;br /&gt;freezing body up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElOiX2Y01I/AAAAAAAAGCI/9v_GVqWrG9U/s400/IMG_1781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497011172607054674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElOiHWd0yI/AAAAAAAAGCA/hZLglk7GDzQ/s400/IMG_1794.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497011168178197282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kangaroos (:&lt;br /&gt;Went into this caged area with a long path that has no&lt;br /&gt;barriers between us and the kangaroos (:&lt;br /&gt;Got to see them close-up. Sad that I didn't manage to&lt;br /&gt;catch sight of their pouches ): I've always wanted to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElOhs6SvrI/AAAAAAAAGB4/_kSMYFG9zsw/s400/IMG_1737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497011161080708786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElN1tNmKMI/AAAAAAAAGBw/3rBgcrdWE90/s400/IMG_1810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497010405247428802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping Koala. THEIR SO CUTE MY GOSH (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElN1NXQIGI/AAAAAAAAGBo/dKFG4nZzdD8/s400/IMG_1848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497010396697993314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElN013X6KI/AAAAAAAAGBg/zX5s5Q3e52Q/s400/IMG_1886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497010390390270114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElN0cQ3OuI/AAAAAAAAGBY/4bufpcIk_4I/s400/IMG_1907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497010383517858530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we ferried back and had lunch in an Italian Restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElNRSUrm8I/AAAAAAAAGBQ/Bg3icMuWUts/s400/IMG_1918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497009779554098114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElNQ0g7h5I/AAAAAAAAGBI/-uDs55pKEL0/s400/IMG_1916.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497009771552409490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my meal (: Yummyyyy beyond reason.&lt;br /&gt;especially their caesar salad. The sauce was extra thick and creamy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached back the hotel at around 5pm, then right opposite our hotel&lt;br /&gt;was Broadway. I was amazed, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;And what are the odds, that they were showing WICKED the musical :D!&lt;br /&gt;It was the LAST show and LAST country they were performing in.&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY. WHAT ARE THE ODDS?!&lt;br /&gt;Its crazy amazing. My dad got my bro and I tickets. He isn't one for&lt;br /&gt;Musicals so he went to the bar for the night. AS USUAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broadway... Oh my gosh I couldn't believe it...&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I'm sucha lucky girl (:&lt;br /&gt;I got to go to Broadway... and it was a mind-blowing&lt;br /&gt;performance. Standing ovation at the end to the 2 lead&lt;br /&gt;actresses man. Their voices are just amazing and they are&lt;br /&gt;crazy talented people. I can't express how much I loved it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got their hoodie too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElNQuVnByI/AAAAAAAAGBA/Tlu04c0uyoI/s400/IMG_2000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497009769894315810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElNQLV9ykI/AAAAAAAAGA4/1s_XvBHr-i0/s400/IMG_2001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497009760500566594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro's jealous face. Failed. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Cos I bought the hoodie. Muahahaha. The size I was wearing is S..&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously. It's huge.&lt;br /&gt;but i loveeeee it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElL4eMtH7I/AAAAAAAAGAw/KQkeBvzNIiw/s400/IMG_2002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497008253733511090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. Last night in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;Packed everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElL4BtRUKI/AAAAAAAAGAo/MSd9KWHBdHs/s400/IMG_2004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497008246085472418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElL3YfHgSI/AAAAAAAAGAg/2VBZ9ynwOOU/s400/IMG_2006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497008235020255522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snacks I got.&lt;br /&gt;By the way the marshmallows over there.&lt;br /&gt;BEST I've ever tasted. They are super soft and super duper creamy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TElL21vfA3I/AAAAAAAAGAY/mfQXh96u7f0/s400/IMG_2009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497008225693664114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slurpee (: It's about 2 times the size of my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day headed back home&lt;br /&gt;and what I posted was probably just a brief summary of everything.&lt;br /&gt;I really think Australia's a great country.&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the whole post was saying how Australia's better than SG&lt;br /&gt;in so many aspects but really, I feel so much more at home in SG.&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine myself living in Australia.. I'd feel out of place.&lt;br /&gt;I mean.. sure SG lags behind in some places but I guess this is really&lt;br /&gt;where I belong luh. There's no other home for me.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So school's been fine lah...&lt;br /&gt;Basically just studying, training, slacking around.&lt;br /&gt;Finally got the 2.4 off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;15.08 (: I'm quite happy with my timing though still&lt;br /&gt;could've pushed myself to do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh! Jordan came over on one of the Sunday's that&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go out with my Dad. Met him at 10.30 at the MRT&lt;br /&gt;station. My bro decided to tag along. Probably just to make&lt;br /&gt;fun of me or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So awkward luh&lt;/span&gt;... LOL... my bro was being such an ass.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. He came over, we watched a movie, then&lt;br /&gt;just started on homework all the way till 5, then he had&lt;br /&gt;dinner with me and my mum. HA. HAHAHA. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... He eats damn fast. Seriously. Even my mum said so.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't even done with half my rice and he'd finished everything ._.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;And that stupid boy didn't eat his lunch. Stupid boy.&lt;br /&gt;Yea my mum then drove him to JE library to meet his mum lah.&lt;br /&gt;Had a good time that day (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also... today sucked like bleh. ):&lt;br /&gt;Got an sms from my mum to call her after that period&lt;br /&gt;so after recess, went to call her.&lt;br /&gt;She had to stay out late tonight in school cos of Musical rehearsals&lt;br /&gt;so she said the only time out of the whole weekend she could bring&lt;br /&gt;me to see a doctor was immediately after school at around 3.30.&lt;br /&gt;I said "I have training" like so many damn times... and she just like. ._.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. it's not her fault.&lt;br /&gt;My calf muscle's been working up since last friday and it still kinda hurts.&lt;br /&gt;... went to see doctor in the end anyway...&lt;br /&gt;Doc says I had skeletal muscle cramps :/ so the lump of muscle that&lt;br /&gt;keeps appearing on the side of my calf is nothing out of the ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;He said it would've healed faster if I didn't attempt to train on wed. :/ Fine&lt;br /&gt;I'm stupid and stubborn okay. I didn't think...&lt;br /&gt;but yea. I just have to relax this weekend ._. and I'll be able to train&lt;br /&gt;by next week. Yeah so that was that. It kind of ruined my day but 'm fine now&lt;br /&gt;I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a BBQ tomorrow at yan ying's place actually but I can't go.&lt;br /&gt;._. Have to head over to ACJC with my bro cos Mum's got a musical&lt;br /&gt;performance with my pri school. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;High School Musical Junior. Where do these ideas come from :/&lt;br /&gt;yeap so that's my whole weekend wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. So. Hope you guys enjoyed my post.&lt;br /&gt;Or not. Either way. (:&lt;br /&gt;I spent like... 4 hours just posting up all the damn pictures&lt;br /&gt;and typing everything out. Well.. I haven't blogged in a month&lt;br /&gt;so I guess that's that. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. Enjoy your weekend you guys (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Make the best out of it. It won't come for another week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Zenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-7137359079931287501?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/7137359079931287501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=7137359079931287501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/7137359079931287501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/7137359079931287501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2010/07/it-flies-it-flies.html' title='It flies? It FLIES!'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TEmMygAOkgI/AAAAAAAAGV0/m3I9oqoELi0/s72-c/IMG_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-7641747201614967192</id><published>2010-06-26T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T22:43:50.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who's back...</title><content type='html'>to my extremely dead blog.&lt;br /&gt;Hi corpses (:&lt;br /&gt;Back from Australia. I have like.. 3000 pictures&lt;br /&gt;to post up.. O:.. how the heck..&lt;br /&gt;but not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to post a fantastically boring post today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder... Just a thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've all watched those movies...&lt;br /&gt;The character's loved one is in his/her hands,&lt;br /&gt;they're both on the floor, the loved one bleeding and&lt;br /&gt;spurting guts... the character bawling, begging him not&lt;br /&gt;to die...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always imagined.. if that happened to me..&lt;br /&gt;what would be going through my mind..&lt;br /&gt;My brother once told me that humans live on drama&lt;br /&gt;like cars run on fuel...&lt;br /&gt;Would we automatically remember those scenes and&lt;br /&gt;just play them out? Would it be like.. impossible to&lt;br /&gt;express our own emotions and do the things we feel like&lt;br /&gt;doing just cos we'd been shown, sorta like.. HOW we should&lt;br /&gt;react to a situation like that?&lt;br /&gt;That would suck wouldn't it..&lt;br /&gt;I mean like.. we would be at a loss at how we should react&lt;br /&gt;cos we wouldn't know whether it was influenced or that's&lt;br /&gt;how we really felt :/...&lt;br /&gt;I mean..&lt;br /&gt;just a thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-7641747201614967192?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/7641747201614967192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=7641747201614967192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/7641747201614967192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/7641747201614967192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2010/06/guess-whos-back.html' title='Guess who&apos;s back...'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-2858419767067121949</id><published>2010-06-18T20:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T20:57:59.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down under</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TBtrOOdRFtI/AAAAAAAAGAA/KmceOoUwFfk/s1600/goodbye1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TBtrOOdRFtI/AAAAAAAAGAA/KmceOoUwFfk/s400/goodbye1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484094863396902610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;'m leaving till the 24th, next Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Going to see kangaroos and visit wineries. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'll miss all of you guys a lottttttttttttttt ):&lt;br /&gt;but! when I'm back, you won't realize I left.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much for your wishes everyone :D&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you guys tonssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoooooo...&lt;br /&gt;I have no mood for anymore goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;So painful. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;so. I'll end of here.&lt;br /&gt;Take care everyone. (: Love yaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-2858419767067121949?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/2858419767067121949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=2858419767067121949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/2858419767067121949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/2858419767067121949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2010/06/down-under.html' title='Down under'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TBtrOOdRFtI/AAAAAAAAGAA/KmceOoUwFfk/s72-c/goodbye1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-8868959411345345708</id><published>2010-06-16T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T23:14:01.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Since no one's looking...</title><content type='html'>I guess I can write whatever the heck I want. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;BOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I know that didn't scare you... Don't brag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY... went to the library with Van &amp;amp; Jordan. (:&lt;br /&gt;I was the first one there! FINALLY. Arrived at... 9.40,&lt;br /&gt;20 minutes before the library even opened. Was...&lt;br /&gt;sort of... drenched... kinda... sorta...&lt;br /&gt;I left my umbrella in the library the previous day...&lt;br /&gt;so had to walk to the MRT in the rain,&lt;br /&gt;and from the MRT, walk to the library in a drizzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Van came next, then got a seat by our favourite window.&lt;br /&gt;Did the script for 2A1 assembly presentation...&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's not too cliche.... There's nothing much I can think&lt;br /&gt;of that'll make it surprisingly unique...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TBjl4KyixbI/AAAAAAAAF_w/W8IDQ_A4WI4/s400/Library+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483385299455362482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TBjl3gjqN-I/AAAAAAAAF_o/wR514Hgz4hI/s400/Library+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483385288118646754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan came a bittttttttttttt... later. LOL...&lt;br /&gt;The sky was pretty dark... It was like... 10.30 in the morn&lt;br /&gt;and it looked like 6.30 in the evening. Cool though..&lt;br /&gt;I really like the sky like that.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TBjl2ryrgUI/AAAAAAAAF_Y/j5QzF9u5uWo/s400/Library+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483385273954566466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Van... stress... LOL... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did quiteee a bit of work. Left with....&lt;br /&gt;Maths... Can die... ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TBjnq3hNowI/AAAAAAAAF_4/tYEF9KSYvlg/s400/Library+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483387269967356674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Slacker. &lt;/span&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually.. in the end all of us slacked.&lt;br /&gt;Van gave up on the 1 paragraph chinese letter she&lt;br /&gt;was attempting to write for... an hour...&lt;br /&gt;and just ended up talking for the last hour before&lt;br /&gt;we went off to coffee shop to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ohmygoshhhh&lt;/span&gt; and then the thinggggg with my mummmm&lt;br /&gt;and the losttttt umbrellaaaaaaa... Wasted tears on that man...&lt;br /&gt;No more crying for a while. My eyes are sore and dry.&lt;br /&gt;So pointless. I hate it when my mum shouts at me..&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I'll ever do that if I have a kid...&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I remember me telling myself at this point..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"If I ever do that... I'll hate myself..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I wont... :/&lt;br /&gt;I wish I'll never make my kid cry.. :/&lt;br /&gt;but I know it's kinda impossible right... :/&lt;br /&gt;Sighhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, about the same thing also.&lt;br /&gt;Same library, same peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today had training at Ngee Ann poly. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;7-9 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PM&lt;/span&gt; baby...&lt;br /&gt;Fun like crazy. but really, REALLLYYYYYLYLYLYLYLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but fun all the sameeee (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day was pretty much spent like that...&lt;br /&gt;I'm heading off to Aus this Sat man... That's in&lt;br /&gt;less than 3 days... Please take care of yourselves while&lt;br /&gt;I'm gone everyone (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-8868959411345345708?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/8868959411345345708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=8868959411345345708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/8868959411345345708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/8868959411345345708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2010/06/since-no-ones-looking.html' title='Since no one&apos;s looking...'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TBjl4KyixbI/AAAAAAAAF_w/W8IDQ_A4WI4/s72-c/Library+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-4462694428541980532</id><published>2010-06-09T22:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T00:19:34.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm here, heart in my hands...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TA-8gF9s8hI/AAAAAAAAF_I/oC2iz-_PE7I/s400/Bella%27s+14th+Bday+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480806531075994130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sha and I before french (:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yay (: Okay so spent La's birthday at WCP with&lt;br /&gt;youth peeps, playing balls games and etcetc.&lt;br /&gt;My group's name was &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Cartoon pineapple Tarts".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort of too lazy to explain HOW we got there but,&lt;br /&gt;we just did. It's awesome anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TA-8URjhF8I/AAAAAAAAF_A/uc-vdbwT9GY/s400/Bella%27s+14th+Bday+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480806328028960706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TA-8ThWCsQI/AAAAAAAAF-4/OYjzi1hmzU4/s400/Bella%27s+14th+Bday+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480806315087540482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TA-8SXkfS4I/AAAAAAAAF-w/QVlMRJOwNjQ/s400/Bella%27s+14th+Bday+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480806295283911554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TA-8P6IpSOI/AAAAAAAAF-o/7vPhN0jGOxk/s400/Bella%27s+14th+Bday+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480806253022759138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TA-8PHET5JI/AAAAAAAAF-g/ddStZ_RQbrc/s400/Bella%27s+14th+Bday+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480806239314371730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday girl standing on top of me. I was literally&lt;br /&gt;lying down taking pics of her.&lt;br /&gt;It was this rectangular net-box. The metal connectors&lt;br /&gt;kinda hurt when you sat on them but was pretty&lt;br /&gt;comfortable after a while. It was a gorgeous day, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had to have dinner with family so went home&lt;br /&gt;about an hour earlier, then ate with them.&lt;br /&gt;Aft that, spent the night watching my brother play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Alan Wake"&lt;/span&gt;... Seriously it got me afraid of the dark again...&lt;br /&gt;but bloody great storyline (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day went out with Dad and bro to Vivo,&lt;br /&gt;got a overcoat for Australia :D after we ate at this amazing&lt;br /&gt;British Bar cum Diner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TA-rzDtgsJI/AAAAAAAAF9I/FbmsD7jLFkQ/s400/Bella%27s+14th+Bday+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480788165191053458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TA-rycUsEWI/AAAAAAAAF9A/OwTXS2tEta8/s400/Bella%27s+14th+Bday+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480788154617958754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TA-rxw8hRkI/AAAAAAAAF84/8ynpZ6hzufg/s400/Bella%27s+14th+Bday+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480788142973863490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TA-rxArRVvI/AAAAAAAAF8w/CcMuTlL2BMM/s400/Bella%27s+14th+Bday+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480788130016614130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're Caesar was great (: My bro had it.&lt;br /&gt;I ate the Salmon Salad  + Roasted chicken and my&lt;br /&gt;Dad had roasted Angus beef. Both equally yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands down.. best dessert I've ever had in my life &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TA-rwpXyXZI/AAAAAAAAF8o/hKMQoqtFcRg/s400/Bella%27s+14th+Bday+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480788123760876946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it looks gross lah. Lack of photography skills...&lt;br /&gt;but this was HEAVENLY... like my gosh, amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Steaming hot brownie with gooey fudge inside, and&lt;br /&gt;in the middle a scoop of ol' vanilla, plus berries on&lt;br /&gt;the side....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Ahhhhhh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been... Hell-iday more than holiday...&lt;br /&gt;So bored... Kinda....&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. a week before I'm off to join&lt;br /&gt;the kangaroos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-4462694428541980532?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/4462694428541980532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=4462694428541980532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/4462694428541980532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/4462694428541980532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-here-heart-in-my-hands.html' title='I&apos;m here, heart in my hands...'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TA-8gF9s8hI/AAAAAAAAF_I/oC2iz-_PE7I/s72-c/Bella%27s+14th+Bday+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-33553549833132720</id><published>2010-06-04T22:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T23:19:50.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too little too late</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TAkSEWqaPOI/AAAAAAAAF8Y/Fpm2ckdFtxA/s400/Peanut+butter+and+earphones+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478930287685156066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Skippy's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The besttt &amp;amp; most effective cure to a bad day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TAkSDzxeWKI/AAAAAAAAF8Q/f_OhE8LJwPs/s400/Peanut+butter+and+earphones+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478930278319544482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TAkSDE6H2II/AAAAAAAAF8I/z_-0Duwhf8s/s400/Peanut+butter+and+earphones+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478930265739352194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear it just... I don't know how to explain it.&lt;br /&gt;It's like heart surgery in progress just by eating&lt;br /&gt;small spoons of it... (:&lt;br /&gt;I love you, whoever invented Skippy's grape stripes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TAkS1QiRwpI/AAAAAAAAF8g/9wet3u0sNfg/s400/Peanut+butter+and+earphones+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478931127854023314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro spent like... an hour an Funan IT just searching&lt;br /&gt;for headphones for me (':. I love them a lottt.&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could just wear them to sleep, but I'm afraid&lt;br /&gt;they'll break. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO. Jordan's in Australia. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;My hand's been itchy these few days, fumbling with phone.&lt;br /&gt;but it's okay! cos I've been busy these few days.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going Aus tooooooo (: On the 19th to the 24th with&lt;br /&gt;my Dad + Bro. Excited much? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;15 more days&lt;/span&gt; darn it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went to Bella's condo after French and after&lt;br /&gt;Jordan left, reached around 7+.&lt;br /&gt;Bought 2 mini cakes for Van and Bella. (:&lt;br /&gt;Yuyan, Joanna, Kian Min and Wen Xin were there too.&lt;br /&gt;Just slacked by the BBQ pit at night, ate food&lt;br /&gt;and crapped, listened to music (:&lt;br /&gt;Then we went up to Bella's place to watch a movie&lt;br /&gt;before I headed home and fell dead on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TAkSCue3D5I/AAAAAAAAF8A/UGIV6ImXOrQ/s400/Party.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478930259719425938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went to collect Bella + Van's present early in&lt;br /&gt;the morn so ALMOST didn't go to school. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;In the end I just dumped prezzies in mum's car and&lt;br /&gt;asked her to drive me to school. Was late by like 1/2 an hour,&lt;br /&gt;but who cares. Not official school day anyhoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did quite a bit of work today, and it was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;Went out to by masking tape + Red spray paint with&lt;br /&gt;HL and bella. Did a bit of spraying and taping and got&lt;br /&gt;my hands all reddd cos I went all natural without a brush (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TAkSCQJ5GJI/AAAAAAAAF74/Gas6tLG5Rzg/s400/HIP+work.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478930251578415250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair is not dyed ah... I know a lot of you think so...&lt;br /&gt;You're thinking wrong... T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, quite fun today yea. It's Vanes' birthday&lt;br /&gt;today so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY VAN (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya loads loads loads my dear husband.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for lending me your shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for thinking about stuff with me&lt;br /&gt;and for putting up with me. I really love you a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be sad kay? I'll be here if you need me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; (in advance)&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; BELLA (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same thing to you also, I know you've&lt;br /&gt;got a lot on your plate, but don't be so frustrated&lt;br /&gt;cos you've always got ME. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU okay? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the hols already, got quite a lot to do.&lt;br /&gt;Procrastinating... Homework... LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay... It's kinda late. but I'll still&lt;br /&gt;go play bejeweled. Happy hols everyone.&lt;br /&gt;And sorry for not updating for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;p/s&lt;/span&gt;, there's only a shoulder for you,&lt;br /&gt;may not be big enough, but it'll be there when you need it.&lt;br /&gt;Don't frown, readers, be happy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sha:&lt;/span&gt; LOL... So long ago, but yeah. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nice:&lt;/span&gt; hahaha.. yeah, they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Vernice:&lt;/span&gt; Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Vanes:&lt;/span&gt; POST LE LAH... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Natalie:&lt;/span&gt; :X&lt;br /&gt;Lol... my boo, my boo, my boooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ShanChih:&lt;/span&gt; Hahahaha, as always??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WeeNee:&lt;/span&gt; HI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YanYing:&lt;/span&gt; thanks, a lot (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Anonymous:&lt;/span&gt; Lol.. I actually really like that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&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/4324329057357730113-33553549833132720?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/33553549833132720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=33553549833132720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/33553549833132720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/33553549833132720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2010/06/too-little-too-late.html' title='Too little too late'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/TAkSEWqaPOI/AAAAAAAAF8Y/Fpm2ckdFtxA/s72-c/Peanut+butter+and+earphones+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-2010462706507756635</id><published>2010-05-25T18:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T20:59:22.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Metallic tastes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S_un-508HhI/AAAAAAAAF7M/VsRrBh1Yrhg/s1600/oh-no-its-sick1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S_un-508HhI/AAAAAAAAF7M/VsRrBh1Yrhg/s400/oh-no-its-sick1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475154471115562514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I feel sick and tired...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That counts in literal meaning too...&lt;br /&gt;Sick and tired. Of everything.&lt;br /&gt;Of people's bullshit. Of my bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;Can I ever be tired of life without feeling guilty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like laughing with my brother.&lt;br /&gt;He makes me feel better. He's a good brother...&lt;br /&gt;Really... He doesn't deserve what he's going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As master wu gui says... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"One often meets his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;destiny on the road he takes to avoid it"&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And master wu gui knows what he's talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-2010462706507756635?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/2010462706507756635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=2010462706507756635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/2010462706507756635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/2010462706507756635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2010/05/metallic-tastes.html' title='Metallic tastes'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S_un-508HhI/AAAAAAAAF7M/VsRrBh1Yrhg/s72-c/oh-no-its-sick1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-3279823454883902720</id><published>2010-05-17T23:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T13:25:29.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You wake up, another year is gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S_da-r1y-yI/AAAAAAAAF7E/5kF6tlsdWdA/s1600/Jaz+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S_da-r1y-yI/AAAAAAAAF7E/5kF6tlsdWdA/s400/Jaz+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473943905058880290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Jaz (: My new bed companion along&lt;br /&gt;with Porky and Lyla.&lt;br /&gt;Jaz... Like, jes? but with an A and a Z.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she just the cutest thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S_dZFAbfUvI/AAAAAAAAF60/6as-kTO5sLk/s400/Jaz+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473941814641644274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a clementeen. Just like me!...&lt;br /&gt;LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to BK for dinner with 'sha yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;probably tonight also. Maybe go take neos...&lt;br /&gt;LOL... I know i know... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Lame...&lt;/span&gt; but it's been like,&lt;br /&gt;7 months? more? Come on. It's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S_da-CIp05I/AAAAAAAAF68/z4zdZKPIpW8/s1600/Jaz+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S_da-CIp05I/AAAAAAAAF68/z4zdZKPIpW8/s400/Jaz+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473943893863682962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning behind the photo... Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Realized that people like touching their hair&lt;br /&gt;when they take pictures. Why? I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;So... we thought.. Why limit yourself to&lt;br /&gt;just your hair? Touch your nose. Eyebrow.&lt;br /&gt;Lips. Cheek. Ear. Think outside the little box you guys&lt;br /&gt;are in man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S_dZEXdPy_I/AAAAAAAAF6k/H0A8csekaNk/s400/Jaz+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473941803643161586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S_dZDy_yFuI/AAAAAAAAF6c/O-bvCr_Y8zc/s400/Jaz+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473941793855903458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"I am swedish, cos the best sausages come from there."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Wa piang eh..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"JIA WA EH SAI LAH!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL... Random... so random, but my stomach hurt&lt;br /&gt;soooo much, I felt like I was losing fat just by laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training yesterday was... I wouldn't say it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't as if we laughed like super loads,&lt;br /&gt;it's just, I didn't feel like crap when I dropped the ball&lt;br /&gt;cos everyone was there for me, encouraging me&lt;br /&gt;and I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;appreciate it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back all my results already.&lt;br /&gt;I guess the only one that I really don't want to think&lt;br /&gt;about is Maths, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;My mum was like "As long as you passed don't worry so&lt;br /&gt;much lah!" cos she knew how much I was stressing over&lt;br /&gt;my Maths ._.&lt;br /&gt;I got a glimpse of my Art results,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; A1!&lt;/span&gt; Yeah (:&lt;br /&gt;Did pretty okay for most of everything. Effort does pay off,&lt;br /&gt;so gonna put in more effort for Sem 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S_dZDfmutOI/AAAAAAAAF6U/pwWDBQT9wAQ/s400/31058_1500795122644_1317159771_31391300_3737131_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473941788650550498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've named that day at Youth, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lolli Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distributed Lolli's to lots of people.&lt;br /&gt;Lolli's are nice. They're round and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Just like Augustus Gloop after his treatment&lt;br /&gt;at Willy Wonka's Factory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had chinese Oral today. Yes, on a bloody Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up on a bloody saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Wore my uniform on a bloody Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Went to school on a bloody Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm home... on a bloody Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Yes you can hold my hand if you want to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;cos i wanna hold yours too"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those old songs. Lyrics. Just lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"YEAH YEAH, WOAH WOAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Well I miss you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YEAH YEAH I KNOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I know it's kinda late, but happy birthday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;To you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. (: I miss the times when that song was&lt;br /&gt;still new, I like it more now that it's old now and&lt;br /&gt;it brings back memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Tomorrow's Dad's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Bro and I're gonna get him steakkkk :D&lt;br /&gt;Going over to his place. Sigh. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My dad's so old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA... Old yet so lame...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay...&lt;br /&gt;One more week beforeee... JUNE HOLS! :D&lt;br /&gt;Jiayou everyone, we're almost there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-3279823454883902720?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/3279823454883902720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=3279823454883902720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/3279823454883902720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/3279823454883902720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2010/05/lips-of-angel.html' title='You wake up, another year is gone'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S_da-r1y-yI/AAAAAAAAF7E/5kF6tlsdWdA/s72-c/Jaz+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-3364793322062174049</id><published>2010-05-16T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T20:22:02.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F.U.B.A.R.</title><content type='html'>...which stands for&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; F***ed up beyond all recognition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem... "Pardon my French"...&lt;br /&gt;I haven't cursed here in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;By cursed I mean... the kind of words that would make my&lt;br /&gt;mother's ears bleed.&lt;br /&gt;Probably it just so happens that now's the appropriate&lt;br /&gt;moment to break that streak.&lt;br /&gt;Just for this post, let me do what I want without being&lt;br /&gt;scrutinized over every single detail kay...&lt;br /&gt;This will be a long, wordy post... By long and wordy&lt;br /&gt;I mean your eyes are gonna hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S-_WvHrfGtI/AAAAAAAAF6E/5w8bqbAaX_8/s400/Dad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471828177282079442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad gave this to me a, lol, long time ago. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Really long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this probably happens to every other girl...&lt;br /&gt;but he used to call me his princess. And it made me feel special.&lt;br /&gt;I've grown out of that.. I mean, the princess part, not the&lt;br /&gt;feeling special part. It's just nice to know that I always have&lt;br /&gt;my Dad's number on my phone when I need him.&lt;br /&gt;He hasn't always been there for me :/ but he's my Dad...&lt;br /&gt;and he's done what he could. Either way, I'm still his kid. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Dad and bro today as usual.&lt;br /&gt;We traveled all the way to Raffles City for&lt;br /&gt;Authentic Hainanese Chicken Rice. I'm not saying that&lt;br /&gt;everything else in the store sucked, but, the rice was&lt;br /&gt;freaking amazinggg... I have no idea why that rice seemed&lt;br /&gt;so much more appetizing than everything else I've had the&lt;br /&gt;past week. Whether it was cos I was famished, or maybe&lt;br /&gt;cos it smelt so damn good, whatever the reason, I've&lt;br /&gt;never had better rice. Ever. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And I just realized how stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;that looks after typing it out.&lt;/span&gt; Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, or was it before... Anyway, we went to&lt;br /&gt;Peninsula Plaza to check out a tattoo parlor there, then&lt;br /&gt;went to Funan IT to get my Dad's laptop.&lt;br /&gt;Slacked around in Funan for a while, hyped up over&lt;br /&gt;Alienware on Level 3, played around with it and drooled&lt;br /&gt;on their keyboards, then came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams've been over for 2 days or so.&lt;br /&gt;The relief I felt when the TC was like "Alright, put down&lt;br /&gt;your pencils"... My head was throbbing so much with&lt;br /&gt;happiness. You know how I celebrated? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;DO YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I went home to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, no reward better than knocking out for 6 hours&lt;br /&gt;or so in front of the television. It was the best I'd felt&lt;br /&gt;the whole week.&lt;br /&gt;And the tole of stress this week finally crashed down on&lt;br /&gt;me all in one shot. Gosh I needed sleep so badly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paper I'm most worried about's Maths I guess...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even sure I can PASS.&lt;br /&gt;If you guys see me cry when we get back our Maths&lt;br /&gt;paper, it's either tears of joy, or cos I know I'm gonna&lt;br /&gt;come back the next day headless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;SCREW MATHS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I was so near to giving up on my&lt;br /&gt;paper. ._. And my results will probably show it.&lt;br /&gt;After exams everyone was going "It was okay lah!"&lt;br /&gt;"Not that hard!" "Very hard meh?!"&lt;br /&gt;I felt like suckerpunching every one of them in the face..&lt;br /&gt;but I didn't of course... I mean.. how weird would that&lt;br /&gt;be... right?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole routine for the week was, sleep at 12,&lt;br /&gt;wake up at 3/4/5, study till 6, go to school, exam,&lt;br /&gt;come home, study, sleep at 12, wake up 3/4/5...&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a really good plan... I know.&lt;br /&gt;I've got eyebags to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;but it became more of a convenient habit for me,&lt;br /&gt;so just followed through with it the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Library with Van to study Geog on... Tues?&lt;br /&gt;Crammed for about 8-9 hours straight... brain died...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(currently spamming vulgarities with Van on msn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOL..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 4+ bella came to join us.&lt;br /&gt;Next day went with 2 of them + Jordan.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really study. At all. LOL...&lt;br /&gt;It was lit anyway... Slacked slacked slacked.&lt;br /&gt;Bella came for a while, went for detention, then came back.&lt;br /&gt;LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Plans for June Holiday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BASICALLY THEY ALL INVOLVE CHILLING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to do anything that'll cause me to rip my&lt;br /&gt;hair out and scream insults at everyone.&lt;br /&gt;People coming over, going out with people, going for&lt;br /&gt;trainings, going overseas.&lt;br /&gt;All pretty okay yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Whatever. 2 more weeks of school.&lt;br /&gt;Feel like giving up when I'm so nearrrrr....&lt;br /&gt;to.... holidayyyy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Fubar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-3364793322062174049?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/3364793322062174049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=3364793322062174049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/3364793322062174049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/3364793322062174049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2010/05/fubar.html' title='F.U.B.A.R.'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S-_WvHrfGtI/AAAAAAAAF6E/5w8bqbAaX_8/s72-c/Dad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-3328544529017202038</id><published>2010-05-07T20:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T21:36:58.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's JaNK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I want to be someone that makes a difference...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A good difference. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm aspiring to be that person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna close my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I don't fall asleep cos I'd miss you babe,&lt;br /&gt;and I don't wanna miss a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's finally Friday, still... there's a tinge&lt;br /&gt;of irony since the last thing I can do is relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Full week of exams next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 days straight. 'm dead.&lt;br /&gt;For now... Let's ignore that and&lt;br /&gt;talk about something else. Exams make me&lt;br /&gt;frown. Frowning on a Friday night is not something&lt;br /&gt;you should be doing. So I shan't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sha came over and we did Mummy Day presents! (:&lt;br /&gt;Well.. it's still in progress LAH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S-QQ9c3d_bI/AAAAAAAAF58/iP8Ke5b-Hpc/s400/Mummy%27s+Day+%2710+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468514495441534386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S-QQ8t0tEGI/AAAAAAAAF50/M0sLV67AQjI/s400/Mummy%27s+Day+%2710+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468514482813472866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She provided all the glitter sponge-paper sh-tuff&lt;br /&gt;and I just zipped open my pencilcase, that was&lt;br /&gt;all we had but OI, IT WAS NICE KAY...&lt;br /&gt;Probably feel so accomplished cos cutting out&lt;br /&gt;one heart itself is hard enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we had entertainment along with&lt;br /&gt;sore fingers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S-QQ8a9hxTI/AAAAAAAAF5s/TrjaXNnAVM0/s400/Mummy%27s+Day+%2710+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468514477750207794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S-QQ76pnSDI/AAAAAAAAF5k/Fe_uGlJRVkg/s400/Mummy%27s+Day+%2710+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468514469076748338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S-QQ7ejrArI/AAAAAAAAF5c/zBNiyy_Rjxo/s400/Mummy%27s+Day+%2710+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468514461535634098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched this episode like... 5-6 times already...&lt;br /&gt;and I'm still not tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S-QQBaau7II/AAAAAAAAF5U/SG_0YFzPJeM/s400/Mummy%27s+Day+%2710+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468513463991987330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished cutting out "Mummy" (:&lt;br /&gt;It was tiring okay... all the bumps and edges I had to cut&lt;br /&gt;off... LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S-QQAtZ-7LI/AAAAAAAAF5M/YTkFCPA5I1E/s400/Mummy%27s+Day+%2710+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468513451909246130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes... I realized there's a "2" missing from&lt;br /&gt;"me" and "woodbridge".&lt;br /&gt;AH... that explains my life itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and of course at 4.30... :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S-QQAHXfkQI/AAAAAAAAF5E/Ijl7yHAqC50/s400/Mummy%27s+Day+%2710+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468513441698255106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S-QP_qBc_FI/AAAAAAAAF48/Nnp1sKkOk9E/s400/Mummy%27s+Day+%2710+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468513433821183058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRIENDS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I showered, we went over to her place,&lt;br /&gt;got all her stuff, she showered, and then went to&lt;br /&gt;Westmall for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Worst thing is that... Planned to spend the night&lt;br /&gt;out late with her as usual, and 1 phone call from my mum,&lt;br /&gt;there went THAT plan.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah... I came home, studied... a little...&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really too lazy to explain to you all that's happened,&lt;br /&gt;and I bet you've got sh-tuff going on if your life too...&lt;br /&gt;You may have it hard, I know people that's going&lt;br /&gt;through quite a lot now, but hey...&lt;br /&gt;I may not be the best person in this world, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; you&lt;br /&gt;can just tell me if you're bummed out.&lt;br /&gt;It feels good to have someone to talk to. I know.&lt;br /&gt;Don't keep it to yourself...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; cos there're always people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;who'll be there for you and listens to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile people.&lt;br /&gt;There's always something to smile about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky's especially blue today.&lt;br /&gt;The grass is greener.&lt;br /&gt;My hair's feeling a little obedient than usual.&lt;br /&gt;Someone made me laugh like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;That compliment actually made me feel good...&lt;br /&gt;My handwriting isn't going bonkers, huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just find it...&lt;br /&gt;There's always something...&lt;br /&gt;It's easier to look for something to cry about,&lt;br /&gt;but it doesn't feel as good as smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag replies (FINALLY...):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;JeeSoo&lt;/span&gt;: Haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;Haha... no it's 2.4 :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HaoLie&lt;/span&gt;: Oh... Kay, thanks, corrected (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WeeNee&lt;/span&gt;: HAHAHA. HI. THANKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;JP&lt;/span&gt;: ... Is it THAT fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;: Hahaha... cannot tell! Internet luh!&lt;br /&gt;Not sure :/ will tell you and keisha once i know (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Maddie&lt;/span&gt;: hahaha... ohhhh... Thanks (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pamela&lt;/span&gt;: hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Natalie&lt;/span&gt;: YES! OMG. SO OLD...&lt;br /&gt;It was #1 on chart attack in '06 like... super long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jordan&lt;/span&gt;: Work hard. You seriously can de.&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up on yourself like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Rachelle&lt;/span&gt;: hahaha, kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bella&lt;/span&gt;: LOL!... T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cheryl&lt;/span&gt;: Haha yeah. Quite old already.&lt;br /&gt;Canon E05 40D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jesline&lt;/span&gt;: i've been fine, thanks (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-3328544529017202038?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/3328544529017202038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=3328544529017202038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/3328544529017202038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/3328544529017202038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-jank.html' title='It&apos;s JaNK'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S-QQ9c3d_bI/AAAAAAAAF58/iP8Ke5b-Hpc/s72-c/Mummy%27s+Day+%2710+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-7988983637081844137</id><published>2010-05-01T15:28:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T21:07:37.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a bunch of idiots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S9vv4WgnuhI/AAAAAAAAF3w/M7kmd0v39Zc/s400/Coach%27s+wedding+098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466226324138342930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm in awe at how nice I smell.&lt;br /&gt;Durian cake and perfume, can't get any better than that.&lt;br /&gt;That itself's already a good enough summary of how my&lt;br /&gt;day went. I put on some perfume, went out, came back,&lt;br /&gt;and had durian cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just for the sake of blogging properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach's wedding today, as you'd have already&lt;br /&gt;guessed by the picture I hung on top.&lt;br /&gt;Was surrounded by gorgeous people (so much so that&lt;br /&gt;it scared me) the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;For a bunch of retards who scream on court,&lt;br /&gt;flinging our sweat at each other and flashing our underarms&lt;br /&gt;at everyone, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I guess we clean up pretty well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S9vv3-iajdI/AAAAAAAAF3o/TS-RuXd-CV0/s400/Coach%27s+wedding+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466226317703417298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assume that this is their new car.&lt;br /&gt;Curse the day the BMW was invented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S9vv3ZCQnmI/AAAAAAAAF3g/lLk5fBTfhig/s400/Coach%27s+wedding+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466226307636436578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S9vv2zVG_SI/AAAAAAAAF3Y/0JxTK6h1bjo/s400/Coach%27s+wedding+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466226297514949922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S9vubIGuoKI/AAAAAAAAF3Q/FCvikPz85bQ/s400/Coach%27s+wedding+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466224722543812770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly think that their wedding pictures were one of&lt;br /&gt;the nicest I've seen in my life. Creative too...&lt;br /&gt;And so sweet. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S9vuak4-CqI/AAAAAAAAF3I/IqVAAEaKPyk/s400/Coach%27s+wedding+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466224713090861730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S9vuaOH-lRI/AAAAAAAAF3A/Z0a2F7KsrHE/s400/Coach%27s+wedding+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466224706979796242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guest gift. 2 pieces of heart-shaped chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;Selfish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S9vuZlMIEwI/AAAAAAAAF24/imEaC7Pt3_A/s400/Coach%27s+wedding+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466224695991341826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S9vsjm2pYrI/AAAAAAAAF2w/54jVN9cYTq0/s400/Coach%27s+wedding+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466222669213557426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the beauties that went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S9vsjMkxldI/AAAAAAAAF2o/6FUTkTmZ4iQ/s400/Coach%27s+wedding+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466222662159275474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S9vsiiPxEHI/AAAAAAAAF2g/tUWGbf67rdY/s400/Coach%27s+wedding+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466222650796871794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why Cheyenne has her tongue an inch&lt;br /&gt;away from my face... Has she grown curious about&lt;br /&gt;how a mole-less face tastes like?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S9vsiD3W_WI/AAAAAAAAF2Y/KMYoATpw93A/s400/Coach%27s+wedding+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466222642641436002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're just the way we are.&lt;br /&gt;So shut up and move on with your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S9vrGG-5BvI/AAAAAAAAF2Q/oLnaXhoQDyE/s400/Coach%27s+wedding+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466221062930368242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ZEN! ZEN! Let's do the man pose!"&lt;br /&gt;Man worh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S9vrFhw1RDI/AAAAAAAAF2I/Ms-2QrsNuCg/s400/Coach%27s+wedding+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466221052939289650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearest bella who stuck to her style&lt;br /&gt;of a sweet dress and sneakers.&lt;br /&gt;She looked nice, as always. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S9vrFCZ5KkI/AAAAAAAAF2A/LRwKx4kXBbY/s400/Coach%27s+wedding+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466221044521577026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our "I'm so stressed" look we copied from someone..&lt;br /&gt;I wonder who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S9vrE_loLEI/AAAAAAAAF14/UKfiZOPIGCw/s400/Coach%27s+wedding+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466221043765488706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 idiots seated at table number 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S9vpV2wH3uI/AAAAAAAAF1w/19mSb8-Ui9E/s400/Coach%27s+wedding+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466219134428110562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach and her Dad entering.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like such a kiasu. The minute the door opened,&lt;br /&gt;a bunch of us rushed like mad woman to get a spot,&lt;br /&gt;snapping pictures of the bride and her father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S9vpVV1mmdI/AAAAAAAAF1o/Q0vWJhV3X9I/s400/Coach%27s+wedding+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466219125592725970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The back of her main dress.&lt;br /&gt;She looked gorgeous (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S9vpU8xiWQI/AAAAAAAAF1g/yqi87df16j8/s400/Coach%27s+wedding+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466219118864783618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S9vpUNkfnnI/AAAAAAAAF1Y/6PI_BVDS5_4/s400/Coach%27s+wedding+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466219106193612402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Seyler. Everyone was gaping at how amazing she&lt;br /&gt;looked, and i'm somewhat ashamed to say that this&lt;br /&gt;picture does her no justice whatsoever. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;She did look pretty though (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S9vnJz7Ov4I/AAAAAAAAF1Q/ztdzo4GjjDk/s400/Coach%27s+wedding+053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466216728487706498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YuYan and Ronnie in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;Yes the toilet. Why? Cos it was nice and we get&lt;br /&gt;easily amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S9vnJQWZKAI/AAAAAAAAF1I/UhZQhB-z41c/s400/Coach%27s+wedding+056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466216718937958402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheyenne and I. She's wearing goofy glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S9vnI4Pk0HI/AAAAAAAAF1A/XqYku5MG1L8/s400/Coach%27s+wedding+057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466216712466911346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella said "I'm in love with the camera woman."&lt;br /&gt;Who isn't? *Egoistic smile*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S9vnISqZVKI/AAAAAAAAF04/rmFDKI5h2Sg/s400/Coach%27s+wedding+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466216702378857634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unglam shot. HAHAHAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;Sadistic person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S9vizFK6-NI/AAAAAAAAF0w/DGKEL0z4n54/s400/Coach%27s+wedding+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466211939933419730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S9viykJlxqI/AAAAAAAAF0o/fAoKzz_GqLY/s400/Coach%27s+wedding+066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466211931069466274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanes and I. She looked so pretty today, not as if&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't every other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S9viyL6C5sI/AAAAAAAAF0g/SwHlTnrsPOU/s400/Coach%27s+wedding+069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466211924561815234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Failed attempt at artistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S9vixq9fdQI/AAAAAAAAF0Y/iqMAavHye6s/s400/Coach%27s+wedding+071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466211915717899522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder who was REALLY getting married today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S9vg9b6aaKI/AAAAAAAAF0Q/UtdKLCzVT6Y/s400/Coach%27s+wedding+078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466209918813628578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini apple crumbles (:&lt;br /&gt;nice, but would taste even better if they were warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S9vg8-wpgII/AAAAAAAAF0I/QKQHO0mkFuU/s400/Coach%27s+wedding+080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466209910988046466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S9vg8iN0jjI/AAAAAAAAF0A/KIxjX9WvT4A/s400/Coach%27s+wedding+081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466209903325777458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S9vg8AwByfI/AAAAAAAAFz4/uQvrXnJ-XA8/s400/Coach%27s+wedding+082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466209894342445554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S9vccMPFlpI/AAAAAAAAFzw/2R6Kk6Q93FQ/s400/Coach%27s+wedding+085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466204949623182994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S9vcbpFXxXI/AAAAAAAAFzo/aWbaam21zCw/s400/Coach%27s+wedding+087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466204940187190642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S9vcbOZJwMI/AAAAAAAAFzg/CEkU3pV-kNg/s400/Coach%27s+wedding+088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466204933022400706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S9vcavFLbzI/AAAAAAAAFzY/BUxpkQedWw0/s400/Coach%27s+wedding+089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466204924617125682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S9vav07aHnI/AAAAAAAAFzQ/PL8qF3wRacg/s400/Coach%27s+wedding+091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466203087940755058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you were wondering...&lt;br /&gt;we were posing out "2-A-1".&lt;br /&gt;I know... It doesn't look like it... but...&lt;br /&gt;dedication to our beloved class either ways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S9vavd3I6vI/AAAAAAAAFzI/-qb5MUZlViY/s400/Coach%27s+wedding+095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466203081748835058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My a1 babes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food today didn't really satisfy me.&lt;br /&gt;In the words of Edward Cullen&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; "It's like a human&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;living on tofu... It keeps you strong but you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;never... fully satisfied."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I actually remembered that&lt;br /&gt;so abruptly...&lt;br /&gt;Probably the impact of watching Twilight again&lt;br /&gt;due to lack of things to watch...&lt;br /&gt;I am THIS close to starting my "the movie gives&lt;br /&gt;the book a bad reputation" thing again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On with the post... before I lose it.. again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding was so sweet... Coach cried ):&lt;br /&gt;Tears of joy. I really doubt that she'd be&lt;br /&gt;crying with thoughts like "Damn it... Get me out&lt;br /&gt;of this... please... now... AHHH... This dress freaking&lt;br /&gt;itchesss.... I have a wedgyyyy...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'd exchanged their vows, rings and saliva&lt;br /&gt;before we could eat, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt;. I was scared my&lt;br /&gt;grumbling stomach would interrupt the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum picked me up after a while of slacking&lt;br /&gt;and drove me home. Told me she'd finally gotten&lt;br /&gt;me unlimited sms'. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS.......&lt;br /&gt;I hate having to be responsible for how many sms'&lt;br /&gt;I send. ._. It's boring.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a lazy lazy day as most Saturdays are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except this morning...&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, when you only have 8 minutes to travel&lt;br /&gt;from one part of Singapore to the other, 60km/h&lt;br /&gt;is NOT fast enough... The morning traffic didn't really&lt;br /&gt;do much help either... And my MUM...&lt;br /&gt;Gosh... she drove me nuts with her relaxed attitude,&lt;br /&gt;kinda singing to the songs on "The Power of Love" CD.&lt;br /&gt;I say kinda cos she sings a phrase she knows,&lt;br /&gt;then hums the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I reached there on time...&lt;br /&gt;(ahem... 15 minutes late...)&lt;br /&gt;then went in with some of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay I shall abruptly end the post&lt;br /&gt;cos I needa go Expo now with Bro &amp;amp; Mum&lt;br /&gt;to find God knows what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. 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WTF?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S9q6i3cP8kI/AAAAAAAAFy4/8R4dkGx-FRc/s400/Random+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465886205928272450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Coach's wedding tomorrow. I'm pretty excited about&lt;br /&gt;most of it except... the waking up early in the morning.. (:&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;wearing a dress. :/&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably bringing my bro's giant camera along so&lt;br /&gt;WILL HAVE PICTURES for you. Say yay.&lt;br /&gt;Oh!... and of course, I'd hate it if I had to miss&lt;br /&gt;Besieged. (Online story by Jiang Hao Lie. Chairman Jiang.&lt;br /&gt;LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;This week's been confusing...&lt;br /&gt;Some days have been short like these past 2 days&lt;br /&gt;cos of exams, and the rest felt as if they were never going&lt;br /&gt;to end... T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S9q6iQZQgnI/AAAAAAAAFyw/AZc3GKoCsWE/s400/Random+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465886195446743666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S9q5zMhC5iI/AAAAAAAAFyo/tv60DUka91I/s400/Random+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465885386951812642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being happy. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I just realized. There was just a few moments this week&lt;br /&gt;when I laughed like super hard, to the point where I&lt;br /&gt;thought "Wow..." LOL... but honestly once you've gotten&lt;br /&gt;used to just smiling or laughing politely, laughing hard&lt;br /&gt;really is painful... Your cheeks hurt... your stomach hurts...&lt;br /&gt;your eyebrows hurt... I don't how how, they just do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. and I bought this &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S9q5yMyjYtI/AAAAAAAAFyY/CYL3sZ46vAI/s400/Random+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465885369845375698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a long time ago. I've been playing with it these past few&lt;br /&gt;days. It's fun when you're bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S9q5ytqpfzI/AAAAAAAAFyg/OkwDzRVrjqY/s400/Random+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465885378670591794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have absolutely nothing on tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Not even going out with 'sha. ):&lt;br /&gt;So bored and lonely at home.&lt;br /&gt;Bro's out, Mum's out, I'm at home... here...&lt;br /&gt;rotting to death...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to good music though.&lt;br /&gt;Music is good company when you're bored and lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S9q5xi-gB-I/AAAAAAAAFyQ/jMWwd9v57mc/s400/Random+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465885358621198306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and ABOUT power rangers...&lt;br /&gt;There was a Pri inter-school chinese dancing+singing&lt;br /&gt;competition that was held at CT school hall.&lt;br /&gt;I was so super surprised when my dearest cousin&lt;br /&gt;told me. Didn't have anything on today after&lt;br /&gt;MT exam so I stayed back to watch.&lt;br /&gt;Sat with her and her friends (all P4... I felt so big...)&lt;br /&gt;watching children roll around the floor and mumble&lt;br /&gt;words for bloody 3 and a half hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do people actually enjoy children acting retarded.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S NOT CUTE... most of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THEY LOOK SCARY. SERIOUSLY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly wanted to sleep. The hall was stuffy and hot&lt;br /&gt;and some of the songs really COULD put me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Took a humongous bus back with the rest of them to&lt;br /&gt;her school and brought her back home.&lt;br /&gt;Had cup noodles at her house before coming back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S9q5xA_IZZI/AAAAAAAAFyI/v_Cv8u43FLg/s400/Random+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465885349497038226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro and I are considering buying a new guitar&lt;br /&gt;cos we realized that our guitar sucks... HAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe. Will coax mum/dad into buying for us...&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Con men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright alright...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even bathed or changed...&lt;br /&gt;It's already &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EIGHTTT... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. okie dokes people...&lt;br /&gt;WILL POST AGAIN SOON (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-6941811226505998185?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/6941811226505998185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=6941811226505998185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/6941811226505998185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/6941811226505998185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-so-bored-im-biting-myself.html' title='I&apos;m so bored, I&apos;m biting myself.'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S9q6i3cP8kI/AAAAAAAAFy4/8R4dkGx-FRc/s72-c/Random+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-982025006404456299</id><published>2010-04-25T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T19:36:35.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dictionary.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S9QnhxSYGQI/AAAAAAAAFx4/BV9z1SLTLBY/s1600/sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S9QnhxSYGQI/AAAAAAAAFx4/BV9z1SLTLBY/s400/sad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464035709026834690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just out of impulse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's a Sunday anyway so, heck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to an a person that shall remain anonymous&lt;br /&gt;just now... He's right. He's so right.&lt;br /&gt;There's no such thing as teenage love.&lt;br /&gt;I bet all of ya'll know that... yet somehow we can't&lt;br /&gt;bring ourselves to believe it, can we?&lt;br /&gt;It's the feeling of NOW that's got us all stubborn,&lt;br /&gt;right?&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't that suck? Clinging on to something so&lt;br /&gt;dearly when you know it's... just going to end up&lt;br /&gt;making you cry and making you lose faith?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's right.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad he knows that.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I know that too.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not being all mature here... but honestly&lt;br /&gt;if you think about it.......&lt;br /&gt;it really is true. And it's hard to think about it,&lt;br /&gt;but... sooner or later you're gonna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Don't the times you want to scream suck?&lt;br /&gt;It feels like something expanding in your chest&lt;br /&gt;and you're having problems forcing it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ah. I'm such an idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-982025006404456299?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/982025006404456299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=982025006404456299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/982025006404456299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/982025006404456299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2010/04/dictionary.html' title='Dictionary.'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S9QnhxSYGQI/AAAAAAAAFx4/BV9z1SLTLBY/s72-c/sad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-1969212442566390297</id><published>2010-04-23T23:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T00:10:41.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PTI has never been that fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hellooo people. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this is gonna be a long... wordy... post.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today... seemed like it was never going to end.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long, tiring, retarded day.&lt;br /&gt;By retarded, I mean absolutely insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today had usual lessons, PE in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;half of the class did 2.4, while the other half...&lt;br /&gt;(the half that I was in) did 3 rounds of sprinting.&lt;br /&gt;Each had to be under 1.45 mins. My legs were cramming&lt;br /&gt;like crazy after that.&lt;br /&gt;Van and I did something retarded in class for the&lt;br /&gt;2nd time and got bombed with comments from&lt;br /&gt;the people who were there. It was fun though (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there was PARENTTEACHERMEETING&lt;br /&gt;after school, both of us were too lazy to go home,&lt;br /&gt;thus... just stayed around for 5 hours slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S9HAgmPLA8I/AAAAAAAAFxw/0oDi6XC482U/s1600/DSC00373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S9HAgmPLA8I/AAAAAAAAFxw/0oDi6XC482U/s400/DSC00373.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463359489229652930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retarded. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did homework for about an hour till 2-ish.&lt;br /&gt;I got teased by seniors for doing a science worksheet&lt;br /&gt;on the human reproductive system...&lt;br /&gt;At 2, we headed out to eat tako, saw class girls&lt;br /&gt;at City Vibe so we ate with them, then went ourselves&lt;br /&gt;to buy bubble tea, went back to school, and listened&lt;br /&gt;to music for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got bored, so we followed Kai Yan to the library to&lt;br /&gt;relax. Decided to play scrabble with Jing Wei, Hao Lie,&lt;br /&gt;Kai Yan, Mr Chng (or as my class calls him.. TECKY!)&lt;br /&gt;and Van. It ended up as Dirty scrabble.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't even count points, stole other people's letters&lt;br /&gt;and put in disgusting things. I laughed like some retard,&lt;br /&gt;but it was so much fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the fitness corner with the those guys and girls,&lt;br /&gt;played around a while, then when we stopped to chill in&lt;br /&gt;the canteen, it started pouring like crazyyy...&lt;br /&gt;Lightning and thunder, insane winds. Decided to&lt;br /&gt;do some sliding around the corridor. So was doing it&lt;br /&gt;by myself, then van started, asked a few other people to do it,&lt;br /&gt;then we moved to the canteen floor which was already wet.&lt;br /&gt;After about 4 or 5 nice slides, I lost balance and fell on my&lt;br /&gt;ASS.&lt;br /&gt;EPIC... My butt was so wet T.T Uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S9HAgYj_rRI/AAAAAAAAFxo/dif4dKP-L40/s1600/Wet+skirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S9HAgYj_rRI/AAAAAAAAFxo/dif4dKP-L40/s400/Wet+skirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463359485558893842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed so much today. That was just a summary.&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun day... (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PTI was goooood. :D&lt;br /&gt;Won't explain so much luh, but teacher's were fun...&lt;br /&gt;and ended up my mum new Mr. Tan (art teacher)&lt;br /&gt;since like... 8 years ago. ._. Didn't know... shucks.&lt;br /&gt;NOW WE ALL DO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was just a bunch of bullshit,&lt;br /&gt;went home to eat, TV, and now I'm here&lt;br /&gt;with scratched up knees and swollen fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;They're all worth it. Today was great (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-1969212442566390297?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/1969212442566390297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=1969212442566390297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/1969212442566390297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/1969212442566390297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2010/04/pti-has-never-been-that-fun.html' title='PTI has never been that fun'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S9HAgmPLA8I/AAAAAAAAFxw/0oDi6XC482U/s72-c/DSC00373.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-1767797109849606244</id><published>2010-04-20T17:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T18:13:20.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>86400 seconds in a day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S819ToujAzI/AAAAAAAAFxg/VjUfLtQu3lc/s1600/Funny_60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S819ToujAzI/AAAAAAAAFxg/VjUfLtQu3lc/s400/Funny_60.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462159699373916978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I have pictures to post up soon.&lt;br /&gt;My hands are itching to hold the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Summary of this week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I screwed up my Chinese test.&lt;br /&gt;- Didn't do that bad for Geography.&lt;br /&gt;- Just took Science... should be dead soon.&lt;br /&gt;- Maths test tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;- 2.4 Napfa on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW FUN IS THAT. And this weekend'll be&lt;br /&gt;spent studying and burying my head in mountains&lt;br /&gt;of books. (:&lt;br /&gt;SO. Due to lack of things to post up here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A doctor was having an affair with his nurse.&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after this  started, she told him she was pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting his wife to know, he  gave the nurse a large sum&lt;br /&gt; of money and asked her to go to Italy and  have the baby there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;“But how will I let you know the baby is  born?” she asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He replied, “Just send me a postcard and&lt;br /&gt;write  ’spaghetti’ on the back.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Not knowing what else to do, the nurse  took the money&lt;br /&gt;and flew to Italy. Six months went by and then one day &lt;br /&gt;the doctor’s wife called him at the office and&lt;br /&gt;explained, “Dear, you  received a very strange postcard&lt;br /&gt;in the mail today and I don’t  understand what it means.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The doctor said, “Just wait until I  get home&lt;br /&gt;and read it and I will explain it to you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Later that  evening the doctor came home,&lt;br /&gt;read the postcard, fell to the floor with a &lt;br /&gt;heart attack – and died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So the wife picked up the cord and  read, “Spaghetti,&lt;br /&gt;Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti – two with&lt;br /&gt;sausage and  meatballs, two without.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-1767797109849606244?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/1767797109849606244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=1767797109849606244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/1767797109849606244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/1767797109849606244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2010/04/86400-seconds-in-day.html' title='86400 seconds in a day'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S819ToujAzI/AAAAAAAAFxg/VjUfLtQu3lc/s72-c/Funny_60.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-2795662775271088265</id><published>2010-04-16T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T22:27:10.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my love, is a life-taker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S8hqiK0P9uI/AAAAAAAAFxY/ggquwSxaUAM/s1600/Zenda%27s+ball+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S8hqiK0P9uI/AAAAAAAAFxY/ggquwSxaUAM/s400/Zenda%27s+ball+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460731683438327522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm gonna let you guys in on a secret... kay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... It's not really a secret.&lt;br /&gt;It's just cos, no one it involves will read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secret is...&lt;br /&gt;I actually, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;, love my brother...&lt;br /&gt;PFFT... I mean not in THAT way.&lt;br /&gt;I mean.. despite all I say and everything I do,&lt;br /&gt;my unwillingness to share anything with him,&lt;br /&gt;and tell him about my life and whatever...&lt;br /&gt;I actually do love him :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet that's the case for &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;most&lt;/span&gt; people...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why we just don't want to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn people I mean. I've friends who&lt;br /&gt;hug's and and is close to their brother.&lt;br /&gt;I'm close to my brother... I am.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't, hug him, or tell him I love him.&lt;br /&gt;We just hang in front of the TV, xbox-ing and&lt;br /&gt;watching weird shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I see my brother angry...&lt;br /&gt;You've never seen my brother angry before&lt;br /&gt;right..&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; He's like some psycho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he reminds me so much of what I used to see.&lt;br /&gt;I never liked what I used to see.&lt;br /&gt;I hated it.&lt;br /&gt;and just seeing him like that makes me cry.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow seeing someone you love become&lt;br /&gt;something they're not just because of influences...&lt;br /&gt;or... change of opinion, it really hurts.&lt;br /&gt;and anyway... It's really unfair.&lt;br /&gt;not just to me. Everyone around him.&lt;br /&gt;He's not that kind of person.&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I know, I just do.&lt;br /&gt;He says things he doesn't mean, he does things he&lt;br /&gt;knows will hurt, just cos he's too lazy to control&lt;br /&gt;himself anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hey, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;who's family doesn't have issues?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not mine. Mine is jammed-pack with issues.&lt;br /&gt;but the truth is that I wouldn't trade my family&lt;br /&gt;with anyone else's...&lt;br /&gt;I bet people say things they don't mean all the time,&lt;br /&gt;and wished they could take it back later,&lt;br /&gt;but... we can't. We can say new things though.&lt;br /&gt;Like. "I'm sorry..."&lt;br /&gt;Whether everything gets better is another thing...&lt;br /&gt;but you do what you can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S8hqhsg1lKI/AAAAAAAAFxQ/51Dv-0kUuMY/s1600/Zenda%27s+ball+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S8hqhsg1lKI/AAAAAAAAFxQ/51Dv-0kUuMY/s400/Zenda%27s+ball+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460731675303842978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a bad night yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;Things happened, other things were said,&lt;br /&gt;and left me sleepless for most of the night.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early... and just got out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes were swollen, and I was restless most of the&lt;br /&gt;day. Not many people knows what happened but&lt;br /&gt;they still managed to make me laugh without knowing.&lt;br /&gt;So thank you. cos I really needed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Especially to 'sha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe. I realized we spent near 5 hours doing practically&lt;br /&gt;nothing. And I still laughed and talked like shit.&lt;br /&gt;I love ya, thanks so much, I actually managed to&lt;br /&gt;forget everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;We just move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's what we've been doing for our whole lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S8hqhCws9GI/AAAAAAAAFxI/40SdJhmnMjQ/s1600/Zenda%27s+ball+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S8hqhCws9GI/AAAAAAAAFxI/40SdJhmnMjQ/s400/Zenda%27s+ball+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460731664096097378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the book I've been reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Merde happens".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't exactly know how explain it, but it's a real&lt;br /&gt;good book, funny too. The author definitely takes&lt;br /&gt;his sense of humor as an advantage in writing.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think most people would understand his jokes&lt;br /&gt;though.. :X he has a weird sense of humor,&lt;br /&gt;but fantastic all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I'm really tired, and haven't had&lt;br /&gt;a proper dinner. So. I'm gonna go get me some&lt;br /&gt;grub.&lt;br /&gt;That didn't sound right... did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-2795662775271088265?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/2795662775271088265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=2795662775271088265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/2795662775271088265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/2795662775271088265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-love-is-life-taker.html' title='my love, is a life-taker'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S8hqiK0P9uI/AAAAAAAAFxY/ggquwSxaUAM/s72-c/Zenda%27s+ball+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-3630785761342720344</id><published>2010-04-11T16:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T22:39:48.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idk what's the point of this post but...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S8SCINHDu6I/AAAAAAAAFxA/5qsNU1-NxPc/s400/hope-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459631725749713826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate Sundays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mere thought of Sundays makes me close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and force myself to think of something else but,&lt;br /&gt;as much as I've hated Sundays over the years,&lt;br /&gt;I believe I've never hated a Sunday as much as this one,&lt;br /&gt;and the weird thing is I have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;Or... maybe I do. I just don't know that I know it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now as I type away on this keyboard and listen&lt;br /&gt;to the sounds of rapid gunfire (on my brother's xbox)&lt;br /&gt;and the annoying whirl of the washing machine,&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking at this bug that's knocking it's head relentlessly&lt;br /&gt;on my window pane, trying to get in,&lt;br /&gt;when I'm trying to get out.&lt;br /&gt;Not literally... as in fly out of the window to my death,&lt;br /&gt;or at least to some broken ribs, but...&lt;br /&gt;you know, metaphorically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't feel like I'm living my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at all these things around me, trophies and&lt;br /&gt;everything, what do they count for?&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to PROVE that I am me.&lt;br /&gt;Trophies don't define me. Pictures don't define me.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I can see right now defines me as a person.&lt;br /&gt;If nothing I can see does, then what?&lt;br /&gt;What is it that I'm missing here?... ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to have this empty feeling in me now.&lt;br /&gt;It's not my stomach... I ate lunch, I remember clearly.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can feel all the broken hearts around the&lt;br /&gt;world now? Or at least, the friend's that are going&lt;br /&gt;through a tough time now...&lt;br /&gt;Broken heart's... not as in relationships and BGF's...&lt;br /&gt;As in. Broken Dreams. Missing memories.&lt;br /&gt;Just a plain piece of lonely on their plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I feel like crap now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the... you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;School tomorrow's just the cherry on top of&lt;br /&gt;a fantastic feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother says that we are "Emo, angst-y" teens&lt;br /&gt;who are going through a point in time where everything's&lt;br /&gt;just wrong and everything pisses us off.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it's completely true...&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we may feel more emotional, but&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why everything just whirlwind's&lt;br /&gt;around your head at this time.&lt;br /&gt;You start wondering why, and then when you can't&lt;br /&gt;answer why, you ask all the other 4 W's and 1 H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why do I keep using 'I'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I too self-absorbent?&lt;br /&gt;Even as I'm thinking about this..&lt;br /&gt;should I be thinking about others??&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong to keep using 'I'?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not being rebellious, though it may&lt;br /&gt;sound like it... I'm asking a question, cos I honestly&lt;br /&gt;don't know the answer ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The world's nutso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Global warming and natural disasters.&lt;br /&gt;Argument whether it IS natural or not.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get all geo on me...&lt;br /&gt;Poverty, riots.&lt;br /&gt;Etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we just walk on the streets and say 'Hi' to&lt;br /&gt;every stranger we see.&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine if we could?&lt;br /&gt;Not because our parents taught us so... or because&lt;br /&gt;we want to creep people out... but... just cos we&lt;br /&gt;feel like it, and people DON'T think it's creepy&lt;br /&gt;or weird or unnecessary?&lt;br /&gt;They JUST say 'Hey' back with a smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about hugging.&lt;br /&gt;I find it retarded that boys and girls... well most,&lt;br /&gt;would find it funny if we just hug each other.&lt;br /&gt;What about comforting?&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't we just hug someone without having&lt;br /&gt;to explain why to everyone else? Or being teased at?&lt;br /&gt;Can't we just live where everyone would just&lt;br /&gt;hug someone who needs one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in case you haven't guessed...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not contented with the world we live in now. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I understand if you think I'm just trying to be smart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or cool or if I have nothing better to do...&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe you think I don't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;I make sense to myself... Does that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's a hug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all of you who needs one...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what you're doing reading my blog,&lt;br /&gt;when you should be doing something that makes you&lt;br /&gt;feel better... but anyway,&lt;br /&gt;know that I'm here if you need a hug.&lt;br /&gt;Or someone to talk to...&lt;br /&gt;cos you aren't the only one...&lt;br /&gt;I believe everyone has at least a single problem to worry&lt;br /&gt;about... more... Who knows? Maybe hundreds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't convince you that things will get better...&lt;br /&gt;but I think they will.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but there's always a time where&lt;br /&gt;you feel nothing's gonna get better.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not exaggerating or boasting but&lt;br /&gt;I've been there quite a number of times.&lt;br /&gt;You know what you've gotta do?&lt;br /&gt;You gotta wipe those tears of your face, stop&lt;br /&gt;whining, and stand up...&lt;br /&gt;If there are people who laughs at you, laugh back,&lt;br /&gt;because there's no point getting angry when you fall.&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you want to be the one who helps someone&lt;br /&gt;up and says "It's okay, I was there on the floor a few&lt;br /&gt;minutes ago."...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you being nice could make someone's day better.&lt;br /&gt;Smiles have made my day,&lt;br /&gt;so you never know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guys, don't give up on life...&lt;br /&gt;Never do...&lt;br /&gt;How crappy you must feel,&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine, but you know that&lt;br /&gt;if you're still living and breathing, there must be&lt;br /&gt;a reason... No one's here for nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm sorry if I wasted your time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted you guys to know (in a really&lt;br /&gt;around-the-bush way) that you're not alone...&lt;br /&gt;and the world may be messed up, but...&lt;br /&gt;we're all here together... aren't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-3630785761342720344?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/3630785761342720344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=3630785761342720344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/3630785761342720344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/3630785761342720344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2010/04/idk-whats-point-of-this-post-but.html' title='Idk what&apos;s the point of this post but...'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S8SCINHDu6I/AAAAAAAAFxA/5qsNU1-NxPc/s72-c/hope-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-386072338109796798</id><published>2010-04-10T11:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T17:18:07.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Synchronised swimming with Sexy Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S7_yJUvEMfI/AAAAAAAAFwQ/7FQnobzgreg/s400/1st+Sleepover+at+new+place+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458347515395191282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;At last &lt;/span&gt;(thanks HL (:) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;, a proper post. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(but I gotta leave soon, so, on with it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday nothing much happened.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go to school, too lazy to explain why.&lt;br /&gt;Vanes came over after school for about 2 hours to finish&lt;br /&gt;up our music project PPS, then we went for lunch and&lt;br /&gt;ice kacang at the Kou Fu nearby :D&lt;br /&gt;Slacked at Macs for a while before she headed home and&lt;br /&gt;I went to meet up with Mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum went to Macau yesterday with a bunch of other&lt;br /&gt;teachers so she wont be back till Sunday. THAT means...&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, nothing much actually...&lt;br /&gt;I still gotta pack up my books and stuff, that's probably&lt;br /&gt;the only thing left in this house that needs to be packed&lt;br /&gt;up, the rest is pretty much settled in already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S7_yL6dSfQI/AAAAAAAAFww/Bh-vDWhTVWI/s400/1st+Sleepover+at+new+place+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458347559880916226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S7_yLCQWvPI/AAAAAAAAFwo/lPTExwZIzqk/s400/1st+Sleepover+at+new+place+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458347544794283250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S7_yKjdwm0I/AAAAAAAAFwg/Ch7mlblO6NI/s400/1st+Sleepover+at+new+place+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458347536529005378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S7_yKHq-kiI/AAAAAAAAFwY/7MYaeQWoPe8/s400/1st+Sleepover+at+new+place+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458347529068253730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Welcome to whose line is it anyway: The show where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;everything's made up and the points don't matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeap, they don't matter, just like celebrity vows." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went swimming yesterday night when the sun just set&lt;br /&gt;with couzzies (: It IS tiring. I practically forgot&lt;br /&gt;how tiring it was. I swam like 10 laps and my legs were&lt;br /&gt;cramping beneath me already,&lt;br /&gt;so in the end I just floated around.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't swam in ages. The feeling was really weird&lt;br /&gt;when i jumped into the pool. I forgot how it felt like.&lt;br /&gt;At least now I remember again... It sucks to forgot&lt;br /&gt;something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird stalkers. Called 'sha to come over and so she did,&lt;br /&gt;then everything was fine again. It was already quite late&lt;br /&gt;then, but I hadn't had my dinner so went to YTP for&lt;br /&gt;Burger King. We ate and laughed till the lates were almost&lt;br /&gt;all switched off, then walked back home, settled in and&lt;br /&gt;went down to slack by the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I laughed till my neck HURT like crazy. We lied&lt;br /&gt;on the long chairs for over an hour just slacking and&lt;br /&gt;texting and watching the residents in their houses.&lt;br /&gt;There was this 1 guy that 'sha noticed was doing something&lt;br /&gt;weird... and then she realized he was butt naked, changing.&lt;br /&gt;She told me and I looked and he was pulling up his pants.&lt;br /&gt;Started laughing like crazyyyy people in the middle of the&lt;br /&gt;night, probably waking everyone up for their sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Did a lot of stupid stuff, all leading up to the same result&lt;br /&gt;which is us laughing till we hurt all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the pictures we took when we had&lt;br /&gt;nothing better to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S7_w3iHLPmI/AAAAAAAAFwI/-FoXYOSEXTs/s400/1st+Sleepover+at+new+place+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458346110236704354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PORKERS (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S7_w22iv6QI/AAAAAAAAFwA/Wz1uWtQ3olc/s400/1st+Sleepover+at+new+place+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458346098541193474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'sha's flirting with a pig.&lt;br /&gt;She has better taste. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S7_w2SwAtxI/AAAAAAAAFv4/Q-bpPJQarRU/s400/1st+Sleepover+at+new+place+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458346088933144338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S7_w1e20A4I/AAAAAAAAFvo/XR-vFC-TNUA/s400/1st+Sleepover+at+new+place+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458346075003028354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with porkers and 'sha with my daughter, Lyla (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WHO IS by the way 7 YEARS OLD THIS YEAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S7_vwK3b2cI/AAAAAAAAFvg/QfteTnZQZ-w/s400/1st+Sleepover+at+new+place+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458344884225956290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S7_vvksEMfI/AAAAAAAAFvY/kud1LAclUw4/s400/1st+Sleepover+at+new+place+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458344873977721330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S7_vuYO2CSI/AAAAAAAAFvI/qynz68KxkXA/s400/1st+Sleepover+at+new+place+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458344853454063906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S7_vt4WTcYI/AAAAAAAAFvA/9DlNfIbsWx4/s400/1st+Sleepover+at+new+place+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458344844895416706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S7_ulxTBmPI/AAAAAAAAFu4/ZiHj4Q-Pqxc/s400/1st+Sleepover+at+new+place+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458343606052034802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S7_ulLWPW1I/AAAAAAAAFuw/3JyJi7ZEVfk/s400/1st+Sleepover+at+new+place+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458343595864972114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S7_ukm2LvsI/AAAAAAAAFuo/bC2o1ZC4-y4/s400/1st+Sleepover+at+new+place+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458343586066841282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S7_ukLodi0I/AAAAAAAAFug/HOU2sK2dAtY/s400/1st+Sleepover+at+new+place+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458343578761530178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S7_ujsu0qvI/AAAAAAAAFuY/O0xMjt6-r_s/s400/1st+Sleepover+at+new+place+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458343570466712306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed like mentally unstable people yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Slept pretty late, woke up early to have breakfast at&lt;br /&gt;Macs and then 'sha left for Service. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I honestly don't get the weather these few days. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems as if the sky can never make up it's mind&lt;br /&gt;whether it's happy or sad.&lt;br /&gt;I guess everyone's been going through mood swings&lt;br /&gt;lately. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napfa's on Monday, the 5 stations one,&lt;br /&gt;and from next week onwards... I'm officially starting&lt;br /&gt;B Div trainings. I don't even dare thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;Dude, I'm scared okay?...&lt;br /&gt;About a lot of things. :/&lt;br /&gt;Whether I'll be able to handle the trainings,&lt;br /&gt;whether I can understand the methods.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, there's so much more. :/&lt;br /&gt;I know it's a bad mentality, but... I can't bring&lt;br /&gt;myself to think otherwise. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Believing in myself is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;not a perk I have&lt;/span&gt;, and sometimes it can be a really&lt;br /&gt;big nuisance. I'm working on it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tag replies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WanLin: &lt;/span&gt;HAHAHA. 12?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Natalie:&lt;/span&gt; POLO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Isabelle:&lt;/span&gt; Oh, haha. Hi (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;JeeSoo: &lt;/span&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lala: &lt;/span&gt;I have no idea. Where ARE you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YuYan: &lt;/span&gt;LOL, maybe I should record it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-386072338109796798?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/386072338109796798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=386072338109796798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/386072338109796798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/386072338109796798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2010/04/synchronised-swimming-with-sexy-music.html' title='Synchronised swimming with Sexy Music'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S7_yJUvEMfI/AAAAAAAAFwQ/7FQnobzgreg/s72-c/1st+Sleepover+at+new+place+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-7783661846438503419</id><published>2010-04-08T20:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T21:28:47.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"What? You don't know Hokkien ah?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S73TFCNeDEI/AAAAAAAAFto/cnEOjWt7V9o/s1600/hi-pig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S73TFCNeDEI/AAAAAAAAFto/cnEOjWt7V9o/s400/hi-pig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457750406889081922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ANAH ANAH, I know I owe you guys a real proper&lt;br /&gt;post with good pictures and good grammer, but&lt;br /&gt;I've been kinda swamped yeah...&lt;br /&gt;I hope you understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I just realised that Geraldine and I stay at&lt;br /&gt;the opposite unit from each other. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA (: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with something I remember.&lt;br /&gt;Uhm.&lt;br /&gt;Hao Lie wrote "H... (I)" on Mr Chua's butt&lt;br /&gt;with a chalk. Halfway through, he got kicked outta&lt;br /&gt;class. HAHAHAHA. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Epic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm... Our class was drawing hopscotch on the floor&lt;br /&gt;of the classroom and other random stuff that makes&lt;br /&gt;me laugh. Gosh, 2a1... What a class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of funny stuff has been happening in class these&lt;br /&gt;days. Honestly, too many to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you guys about yesterday's match against&lt;br /&gt;Tanjong Katong Convent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Damn those guys were GOOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pushing and shoving and clawing and smacking.&lt;br /&gt;Flamed our players too.&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT beside me as if I was invisible.&lt;br /&gt;"Dude, like, I'm right here? You wanna talk it out with&lt;br /&gt;me? What? What's wrong with our players?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just sat down and shut up like a dummy,&lt;br /&gt;tolerating them flaming as like hell.&lt;br /&gt;When Joanna shot in a really beautiful ball,&lt;br /&gt;on impulse I went "SUIIIII!" (beautiful, in hokkien,&lt;br /&gt;but in this case I meant "WOAH, NICE ONE!")&lt;br /&gt;And the KC senior asked me, "What? You don't know&lt;br /&gt;how to speak english is it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"DON'T KNOW HOW TO SPEAK HOKKIEN IS IT?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like spamming this blog by insulting them but&lt;br /&gt;Coach said we shouldn't... so... :/&lt;br /&gt;CT WHOOSH! 29-13. Feel like a proud mother (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hey, you with the blackface, I know you won't see this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but, I'm sorry I can't do anything to help you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You have no idea how helpless I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I just wish you'll cheer up yeah... Idk how you're&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;gonna spend the rest of your life like that when there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;are other things that may come along... *hug...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to do an English essay about Drugs again.&lt;br /&gt;Brandon Teo was saying that the top prize would&lt;br /&gt;probably be... oh.. I don't know... Drugs. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Wan lin's helping me print it out so,&lt;br /&gt;THANKS mummy (:&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know if I'll do well for this one 'cos&lt;br /&gt;when you read it, it sounds a bit awkward.&lt;br /&gt;Aww well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out today that Mr See read/reads my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HI MR SEE, IF YOU'RE READING (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. To everyone who's feeling crappy,&lt;br /&gt;know that you aren't alone, and that the week's&lt;br /&gt;almost over...&lt;br /&gt;Push on, readers! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Zenda. (SORRY FOR LATE TAG REPLIES.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-7783661846438503419?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/7783661846438503419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=7783661846438503419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/7783661846438503419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/7783661846438503419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-you-dont-know-hokkien-ah.html' title='&quot;What? You don&apos;t know Hokkien ah?&quot;'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S73TFCNeDEI/AAAAAAAAFto/cnEOjWt7V9o/s72-c/hi-pig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-3140406010046209500</id><published>2010-04-03T10:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T11:22:35.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring picture-less post</title><content type='html'>FINALLY.&lt;br /&gt;My first post from the new place.&lt;br /&gt;Thats... not a metaphor or anything, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Im blogging from my new house (:&lt;br /&gt;My room's coming up quite nicely.&lt;br /&gt;Wallpaper, bed, curtains all up. Slowly moving in&lt;br /&gt;decorating stuff. 'Ve been sleepin here for 2 nights alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really funny that people think once you live&lt;br /&gt;in a Condo, you have complete privacy and security.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, when you look out of your living room window&lt;br /&gt;sometimes at night, you see people doing the weirdest&lt;br /&gt;things. OH GEEZ... not like THAT.&lt;br /&gt;I mean... acting like rockstars. Dancing in front of the TV.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to do splits. Practicing pop-corn throwing.&lt;br /&gt;(: It's funny looking at all of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Bella's coming over later, then we're heading&lt;br /&gt;for church together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey. I tried reading "LEXUS" in a weird accent.&lt;br /&gt;It ended up sounding like "LICKS ASS".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-3140406010046209500?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/3140406010046209500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=3140406010046209500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/3140406010046209500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/3140406010046209500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2010/04/boring-picture-less-post.html' title='Boring picture-less post'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-9080033485810975242</id><published>2010-03-25T21:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T22:10:39.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14 ain't much of a deal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S6tkUqGYmGI/AAAAAAAAFtg/eDrMJqfjYYQ/s400/14th+Bday+w+Dad+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452562079923345506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I tried sparkling water.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh my geez it's dang weird. Stick with tap, trust me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;YEAH. I TURNED 14!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About... 4 days ago... So I'm... about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;14 years, 3 days, 9 hours and 28 minutes old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;Actually, to be honest, turning 14 doesn't feel like much.&lt;br /&gt;I feel a wrinkle about to pop soon though. NOOOOO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got so much to write, quite a few pictures too.&lt;br /&gt;I'll start with birthday stuff.&lt;br /&gt;So you already know about the A1 outing on thursday,&lt;br /&gt;after that I had one with my Dad + Bro on Sat at a hotel&lt;br /&gt;in orchard. I felt like fainting when I looked at the prices,&lt;br /&gt;and my Dad got chissed at me for worrying about that.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help it. It looked like the price of a drink was&lt;br /&gt;what I'd see on the scale damn it.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; BIG&lt;/span&gt; number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S6tkUe3SkAI/AAAAAAAAFtY/c4g0esJKzYU/s400/14th+Bday+w+Dad+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452562076907245570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mezza 9, that's where we ate. It's on the 2nd floor, though&lt;br /&gt;'m not quite sure what the name of the hotel is though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place so high-class, my bro and I were freaking out&lt;br /&gt;about how under-dressed with looked.&lt;br /&gt;I thought we'd just be going to... Swensen's... or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S6tkT5jKX_I/AAAAAAAAFtQ/UrrUvFecopU/s400/14th+Bday+w+Dad+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452562066890711026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the place.... divided by like... a 100.&lt;br /&gt;The place was hugeeee. And gosh was I attracted to the&lt;br /&gt;dessert counter. *Drool*. It was so... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;preeeetyyyyy&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;And not to mention, real colourful.&lt;br /&gt;Made me feel like working there. (: Maybe I will. Next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S6tkTIwCtuI/AAAAAAAAFtI/sTR0gzjTG1U/s400/14th+Bday+w+Dad+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452562053791397602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S6tkSeAmALI/AAAAAAAAFtA/LxbWqMA-R-k/s400/14th+Bday+w+Dad+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452562042318094514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smoothies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sorry about the semi-blurriness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid digital camera.. ):&lt;br /&gt;I was too lazy to carry my bro's bulky one, so I&lt;br /&gt;stuck with mine. Darn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S6tjDldugFI/AAAAAAAAFs4/fbMRYQGbgGU/s400/14th+Bday+w+Dad+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452560687109668946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S6tjDLYxc1I/AAAAAAAAFsw/gjViTbBXLA4/s400/14th+Bday+w+Dad+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452560680109568850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY STEAK WAS FREAKKIN AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;I got it Medium Rare cos I'm too afraid of the blood.&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt that the blood means nothing when I'm eating&lt;br /&gt;something like THAT. AHHHHHHHHHHH...&lt;br /&gt;Juicy... Yeah. Loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after that, Dad sneaked me into a bar for&lt;br /&gt;people 18 and above. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I personally can't believe that I got in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can pull off 16, but 18? Come on. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid concierge and his bad eyesight.&lt;br /&gt;Saw a live band... Oh my gosh, who cares about the sound&lt;br /&gt;system with a band like that?! UH... NO ONE.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, I got a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;non&lt;/span&gt;-alcoholic drink ._. and watched them&lt;br /&gt;till they ended at around 10.30.&lt;br /&gt;The bar was really empty, only a few geezers and business&lt;br /&gt;men letting loose. Either way,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; it was great (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad got drunk though. Semi. As usual.&lt;br /&gt;Went back and borderlands-ed with my bro till about 2am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was the actual day with Mum + Bro.&lt;br /&gt;Just went for a nice dinner with black forest cake in a&lt;br /&gt;chinese restaurant, listening to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tone-death adults&lt;/span&gt; singing&lt;br /&gt;chinese songs. How pleasant (:&lt;br /&gt;Went home and rushed packing of bags and stuff, then&lt;br /&gt;I went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school immediately went home, changed and&lt;br /&gt;met 'sha, then took the mrt to French.&lt;br /&gt;We reached early so bought snacks and walked around.&lt;br /&gt;Lesson was fun today (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we ate dinner at the cafe instead of our&lt;br /&gt;previous plan which was to head to waffle town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The cafe was equally good anyhow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S6tjCkI8VLI/AAAAAAAAFso/L00CEuGKjzY/s400/14th+Bday+w+Dad+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452560669574190258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S6tjCI5PfRI/AAAAAAAAFsg/zxGhhavNRjw/s400/14th+Bday+w+Dad+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452560662260579602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S6tjBhJE5pI/AAAAAAAAFsY/jrRu1eiGY2M/s400/14th+Bday+w+Dad+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452560651589576338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been fine. I'm actually gonna start paying attention&lt;br /&gt;in class now! I promise.&lt;br /&gt;I realized that you can learn a lot by just keeping quiet and&lt;br /&gt;listening for a second. It really does work!&lt;br /&gt;Class has been ridiculous... I inked Afif's shirt today. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;I thought the pen was closed!.... I guess it wasn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'M SORRY OKAY I'M SORRY&lt;/span&gt;... it's not big I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Just a small dot. I pity those two idiots behind me cos they&lt;br /&gt;really are not benefiting by sitting beside two bigger&lt;br /&gt;idiots. It's making me laugh though.&lt;br /&gt;The class is getting really sick. Is this the time?&lt;br /&gt;You know... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; time...?&lt;br /&gt;Where everybody goes a bit... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU KNOW&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;And starts thinking about.... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAT STUFF&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Cos it's really starting to freak me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was fine, maths fine, CE fine, Science....&lt;br /&gt;confusing... but fine, Geog - test... fine, art, fine.&lt;br /&gt;Today was just a... FINE day. (:&lt;br /&gt;I'll settle with fine. I've had worse. Much worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the sports carnival!&lt;br /&gt;I wish everyone the best of luck.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I won't be joining you all in captain's ball,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there watching though. I'll be timing your games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I KNOW YOU GUYS CAN DO IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A1 OWNS. BIG TIME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tons of love.&lt;br /&gt;Zenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pamela:&lt;/span&gt; Hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;JP:&lt;/span&gt; That's got me wondering... What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;JeeSoo: &lt;/span&gt;Hahaha. I'll wish you happy birthday! Don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kim+WN: &lt;/span&gt;Thank you sweeties, Love you lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cheryl:&lt;/span&gt; HAHA. grad photos, lena's bday... etcetc. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jordan: &lt;/span&gt;LOL. OKAYYYY...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-9080033485810975242?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/9080033485810975242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=9080033485810975242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/9080033485810975242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/9080033485810975242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2010/03/14-aint-much-of-deal.html' title='14 ain&apos;t much of a deal'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S6tkUqGYmGI/AAAAAAAAFtg/eDrMJqfjYYQ/s72-c/14th+Bday+w+Dad+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-5145430416866726512</id><published>2010-03-18T22:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T23:08:58.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling. Not my strength.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S6I3B_5aEpI/AAAAAAAAFsI/2GMBZVxWqB8/s400/-+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449979006543336082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;All I wanted was a small mentos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I got 1 and a half.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh my gosh... I am near to giving up on typing cos everytime&lt;br /&gt;my thumb hits the space bar, *wince*.&lt;br /&gt;A hugeeeee thank you and hug that I can't give you cos&lt;br /&gt;of whatever reason to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Bella, Van, Kisshan, Afif, Jordan, HL &amp;amp; JP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owe you guys for accompanying me the whole day when&lt;br /&gt;you could have been at home doing God knows what.&lt;br /&gt;I love ya'll a lot for getting me those gifts and blah. (:...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S6I2pFLWJeI/AAAAAAAAFsA/CqQvJpR3Bj0/s400/-+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449978578464024034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S6I2oa6s0QI/AAAAAAAAFr4/vlhCUNzKozo/s400/-+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449978567119917314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S6I2oBvonqI/AAAAAAAAFrw/4myQUdPjl8Y/s400/-+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449978560362618530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO SWEET! STATIONARY FROM HL! hahahaha (:&lt;br /&gt;No, but honestly, I really do appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So met all of them at Clementi bright and early.&lt;br /&gt;I told them latest 10.15 but I reached at (according to fif)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;10.22. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine! Sorry, sorry. My mum went to pick up my ama.&lt;br /&gt;They went to buy toilet seat covers. No joke.&lt;br /&gt;Took bus down to meet Kisshan &amp;amp; Bella then went to bowl.&lt;br /&gt;Honest to God, if it wasn't for it being so fun, I would&lt;br /&gt;never bowl again. It gives me blisters and bubbles and&lt;br /&gt;blood and bruises. (HA. 4 B's.)  My fingers are swollen.&lt;br /&gt;And I suck, I REPEAT,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I SUCK, AT BOWLING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so darn fun (:&lt;br /&gt;Jordan's sucha show off. ACT NOOB ONLY!&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry for singlish. I have no idea why.)&lt;br /&gt;Strike here, spare there. I have gutters like half the time.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they gave a painting afterwards!&lt;br /&gt;I like it. I LIKE IT. Shut up all of you who have comments.&lt;br /&gt;Unless they're good... then... go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After bowling went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;LASER QUEST! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S6I2nmQJwKI/AAAAAAAAFro/7SrJnUvj6gE/s400/-+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449978552982814882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S6I2nNW5zEI/AAAAAAAAFrg/TBifALL13R8/s400/-+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449978546300243010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S6I2CShZLWI/AAAAAAAAFrY/l09c5Fzk4yA/s400/-+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449977912031260002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy...ies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S6I4rGaBnNI/AAAAAAAAFsQ/gQqBhQ8KwWI/s400/-+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449980812177022162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3 and a half girls (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S6I2Bs4cJOI/AAAAAAAAFrQ/6tQRnXTMZXw/s400/-+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449977901927376098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the whole gang today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S6I2BIShchI/AAAAAAAAFrI/XU64BCx9Ndk/s400/-+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449977892104663570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's us (trying to be) all muscular and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Parody of a James Bond movie.&lt;/span&gt; Failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screamed like shit inside.&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning the guy had to announce something&lt;br /&gt;about no running. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;People came up to me from behind walls and&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; screamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;in my face&lt;/span&gt; okay. I screamed. Back. Obviously.&lt;br /&gt;It was scary okay!&lt;br /&gt;Dark neon lighted room. DARK. Terribly dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Hides in corner and rocks back and forth*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They ate at burger king in westmall.&lt;br /&gt;Van and I were planning on going up to KouFu...&lt;br /&gt;ended up in Sakae Sushi. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;(If my dad or bro so this, *dies*)&lt;br /&gt;but their food wasn't half bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S6I2A4lusBI/AAAAAAAAFrA/XzREDIT_zUA/s400/-+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449977887890255890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keisha came after we ate, brought Van to Mos&lt;br /&gt;to meet the rest, then both of us headed off to french (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French class ended fast. Fun things end quickly.&lt;br /&gt;WHY? Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Both of us ate w/ my mum at Waffle Town, then&lt;br /&gt;'sha and I went to bowl. The 2nd time today for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S6I2AWCSxqI/AAAAAAAAFq4/teDE9W3eIeA/s400/-+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449977878614820514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY FINGERSSSSSSS. NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Okay I sound like some bimbo bragging about&lt;br /&gt;broken fingernails.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously. My right hand is super screwed&lt;br /&gt;up. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Laughed a lot of the MRT. RIGHT, 'SHA.&lt;br /&gt;cabbed home with her. She payed ):&lt;br /&gt;Thanks sha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again all of ya'll for today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll reply tags another time.&lt;br /&gt;I'm shitpoofed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-5145430416866726512?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/5145430416866726512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=5145430416866726512&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/5145430416866726512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/5145430416866726512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2010/03/bowling-not-my-strength.html' title='Bowling. Not my strength.'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S6I3B_5aEpI/AAAAAAAAFsI/2GMBZVxWqB8/s72-c/-+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-3221883794251645471</id><published>2010-03-16T15:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T15:38:45.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All words, skip if you want</title><content type='html'>I don't know what it is about moving house that gets&lt;br /&gt;me really emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's probably cos I have to re-pack my memory boxes,&lt;br /&gt;and I see all the photos that I could remember so well.&lt;br /&gt;In a lot of ways, I'm really sorry to a lot of people...&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was a better friend. Cos I wasn't. At all.&lt;br /&gt;And I know that. All of you were such great friends to&lt;br /&gt;me. And you always stuck by me no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;I was flipping through some things and picked up the&lt;br /&gt;SUPERHERO notebook from out P6 EOY camp.&lt;br /&gt;Out fell all the appreciation notes that you guys wrote&lt;br /&gt;to me, and my heart literally started slowing down.&lt;br /&gt;I won't get too personal about this, it's hard for me to&lt;br /&gt;recall, not cos I can't remember, it's cos it's the easiest&lt;br /&gt;thing to remember that I'm trying to forget, but if any&lt;br /&gt;of ya'll lasallians pass by this, which I doubt you will...&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I'd cherished you guys more.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you guys'll forgive me, cos it'll take a lot to forgive,&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been good at this 'friend' thing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm naturally retarded at being a friend, I have no clue&lt;br /&gt;how to be one... I wonder why you guys were there for&lt;br /&gt;me in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the weather that's making me write all this.&lt;br /&gt;The skies gloomy and it's drizzling.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I'm sorry, RETARDS. (:...&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was a better friend to you guys. You were such&lt;br /&gt;amazing people and... well. I wasn't. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I still have our pictures by the way. NO, I don't throw&lt;br /&gt;them away or burn them or whatever...&lt;br /&gt;And to everyone else. My T14 rockers and all the other&lt;br /&gt;ex-lasallians. I wish I was a better friend to all of you.&lt;br /&gt;SO YES. I'M so very sorry for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I'm such an emo freak.&lt;br /&gt;It's okay.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully my next post'll be better.&lt;br /&gt;I AM turning 14 in 6 days anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZENDA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s&lt;br /&gt;gabriellites. I promise. PROMISE.&lt;br /&gt;I'll come to the next outing.&lt;br /&gt;PROMISE.&lt;br /&gt;You can use this as evidence if I don't.&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you permission to hang pig heads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-3221883794251645471?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/3221883794251645471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=3221883794251645471&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/3221883794251645471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/3221883794251645471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2010/03/all-words-skip-if-you-want.html' title='All words, skip if you want'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-2488851689907227900</id><published>2010-03-10T19:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T20:18:50.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sense</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 345px; height: 430px;" src="http://i199.photobucket.com/albums/aa309/tanwjz/demotivational_posters_30.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I wonder what it is about life that gets you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;so darn confused. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today was realllll messy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up super late (and I sorta know why - the&lt;br /&gt;rain was completely amazing for snoozing) and RUSHED&lt;br /&gt;like heck to school, realizing I hadn't completed my hmwk.&lt;br /&gt;Partly cos of last night. I slept at 5, woke up at 10.30,&lt;br /&gt;dinner not eaten, not showered. I know. Retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;, boringboring, doodle, boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's really getting me sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;UPSIDE, HECK YEAH BABY, hols are next week.&lt;br /&gt;SO IS MY BIRTHDAY (: I'm so excited.&lt;br /&gt;(Not really.) 21st 21st...&lt;br /&gt;I've got the whole March Hols to celebrate :D&lt;br /&gt;Alr planning stuff with a1 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And in case you're planning on getting me a present,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please don't. I don't really know how to respond to them.&lt;br /&gt;It's like when someone gives you a compliment you&lt;br /&gt;KNOW isn't true. "Thanks? I guess?"&lt;br /&gt;If you already got me one, which I'm completely&lt;br /&gt;sure no one has, then thank you. Right now. I'm&lt;br /&gt;saying it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;THANK YOU. &lt;/span&gt;Please don't hate me for my&lt;br /&gt;reaction when you pass it to me!&lt;br /&gt;Anw. Anyone reluctant to go out with me during&lt;br /&gt;the march hols, just don't go. Please.&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather you not go rather than go while wishing&lt;br /&gt;you were doing something else. ._. Ouch right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often lose myself in my imagination in class.&lt;br /&gt;It's a bad... BAD thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training was fine. Coach didn't come today ):&lt;br /&gt;We ended earlier cos the juniors had to use the ISH.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;amazed&lt;/span&gt; I already have juniors. (:&lt;br /&gt;They're nice. I don't know some of them though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just get to the tags cos I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Rui Xuan&lt;/span&gt;: HI (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Somebody Else&lt;/span&gt;: Thanks (: Swensens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YuYan&lt;/span&gt;: DUHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Keisha&lt;/span&gt;: HAHAHA. LOVE YA TOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;JeeSoo&lt;/span&gt;: Hahaha. SPAMMER. Thanks (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WanLin&lt;/span&gt;: Hi Mummy. Ty :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Somebody&lt;/span&gt;: That sucks, NAMES??!??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kimberly&lt;/span&gt;: Can't find it on my phone ):&lt;br /&gt;Remember, movie during march hols ah! Plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jordan&amp;amp;HL&lt;/span&gt;: I'M FINEEEEEEEEE. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-2488851689907227900?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/2488851689907227900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=2488851689907227900&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/2488851689907227900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/2488851689907227900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2010/03/sense.html' title='Sense'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-9205847591130127176</id><published>2010-03-07T19:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T20:15:12.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm thinking of an appropriate title</title><content type='html'>Hello my fellow internet users.&lt;br /&gt;I am angry at my Mum, as most teenage girls are&lt;br /&gt;supposed to be. I can never be angry for too long.&lt;br /&gt;It's getting hard for me now 'days,&lt;br /&gt;but for now, I am.&lt;br /&gt;My mum checked my phone last night while I was&lt;br /&gt;sleeping. For the second, or third time.&lt;br /&gt;After she promised not to. Now correct me if I'm&lt;br /&gt;wrong but, am I supposed to smile and say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Good job Mum, how'd you know I wanted you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;to NOT ONLY invade my privacy, but break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;your promise too! (: Good job, good job."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize but I'm not capable of doing that,&lt;br /&gt;as weird as it may sound to you.&lt;br /&gt;Just taking deep breaths and using the computer&lt;br /&gt;so as to not look at her a fume with rage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging, blogging. Right. I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning, met Van at JE library for&lt;br /&gt;chiong-ing homework, as promised. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S5OSKObbngI/AAAAAAAAFqw/1CjwHu8mOQE/s400/-+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445857078790561282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROOF, that I did my work. Ignore the maltesers..&lt;br /&gt;I was hungry and they had a vending machine.&lt;br /&gt;That was the result. Me standing every half a minute&lt;br /&gt;to go spend my coins.&lt;br /&gt;We laughed a lot, spend 15 minutes just stoning before&lt;br /&gt;we actually managed to get to our work.&lt;br /&gt;From 10-12.30 we crammed, then went to basement&lt;br /&gt;for a short glimpse at story telling session for kids,&lt;br /&gt;then she went to buy eggtarts and I bought siewmai,&lt;br /&gt;then took the train to Clementi to meet Rosnie and Yuyan,&lt;br /&gt;then took the bus over to Nanyang for the musical. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S5OSJQ2e2XI/AAAAAAAAFqo/nVmHaNXXsQI/s400/-+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445857062261021042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S5OR4Bs1_ZI/AAAAAAAAFqg/a04tAMuLwas/s400/-+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445856766136286610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S5OR3eBlqnI/AAAAAAAAFqY/Hoq3ShdA2R4/s400/-+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445856756559620722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S5OR22LlRtI/AAAAAAAAFqQ/3Ei_M1lnttw/s400/-+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445856745864120018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S5OR2LXaICI/AAAAAAAAFqI/T5jicT7NAwM/s400/-+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445856734370996258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S5OR1Q5lWjI/AAAAAAAAFqA/8eeDKhxjtVo/s400/-+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445856718676646450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was us before and during the interval of&lt;br /&gt;the musical. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Overall I totally give a standing ovation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there was some glitches here and there.&lt;br /&gt;I still loved it though, it made me laugh. (:&lt;br /&gt;The set was great, the acting was great.&lt;br /&gt;Won't go into much detail but I think it was a&lt;br /&gt;good show. Loved the songs, especially.&lt;br /&gt;There was a lot of interruptions during the show&lt;br /&gt;though, like a baby making funny noises and people&lt;br /&gt;giving completely unnecessary but hilarious remarks.&lt;br /&gt;I think that made it a bit hard for them but they&lt;br /&gt;managed to keep their cool and just go on so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;TWO THUMBS UP! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jiang Hao Lie &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Jordan Lim&lt;/span&gt; ruined the ending&lt;br /&gt;for Vanes and I with their stupid lil not-so funny&lt;br /&gt;joke though. Roar. RIGHT. RIGHTTTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went out with Dad&amp;amp;Bro to PS to&lt;br /&gt;get Dad's Katana. WAHHHHHHHHHHHH...&lt;br /&gt;He had a freaggin Katana in his house for a display.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. My bro was drooling on the counters just&lt;br /&gt;looking at them. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I was happily drinking my starbucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;while they prance about in their happy little world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go back to school...&lt;br /&gt;Ren zhu... Ren all the nonsense and the homework...&lt;br /&gt;1 more week till the March hols... COME ONNNNN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenda (shall reply the tags next time ._.).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-9205847591130127176?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/9205847591130127176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=9205847591130127176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/9205847591130127176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/9205847591130127176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-thinking-of-appropriate-title.html' title='I&apos;m thinking of an appropriate title'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S5OSKObbngI/AAAAAAAAFqw/1CjwHu8mOQE/s72-c/-+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-6159029143342780039</id><published>2010-03-06T08:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T08:52:22.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Boxers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S5GjpqR1MJI/AAAAAAAAFp4/cd8nn_p4078/s400/-+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445313360586682514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And I'm free, free fallin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;HEYO. It's a Saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;Time check, 8.39, and I'm leaking snot.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. It's gross.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna head over to the shower in about 10 mins,&lt;br /&gt;meeting Vanes at JE library to finish up homework&lt;br /&gt;which I haven't touched at all.&lt;br /&gt;Then we'll be heading to meet some others to watch&lt;br /&gt;KOPI SHOP ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;A musical presented by my very own CTSS,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited. (: I'm even thinking of going for&lt;br /&gt;next year auditions. If I get in, COME DOWN AND SUPPORT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I'll post about the week.&lt;br /&gt;It's been basically fine, got most of our marks back.&lt;br /&gt;I sort of feel I could've definitely done better&lt;br /&gt;though I mostly got a stable grade on all of them,&lt;br /&gt;NO C'S! That's good for me already...&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I will force myself to study harder next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, school ended 1.40 so CHIONGED back home&lt;br /&gt;like a mad woman, showered realll fast, and rushed to&lt;br /&gt;MRT station to meet 'Sha who was browsing 7/11. LOL&lt;br /&gt;We took the train to Newton for FRENCH CLASSSSS (:&lt;br /&gt;YEAH. GIMME SOME SKIN!&lt;br /&gt;It was definitely fun. Learnt a LOTTA stuff in just 1 week.&lt;br /&gt;She won't be coming with me next week though,&lt;br /&gt;she's heading to Malacca. Sad ):&lt;br /&gt;Pic up there was us waiting for class at the cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S5GjoQGELNI/AAAAAAAAFpw/tTYQLEnKZIk/s400/-+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445313336378141906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drank 3 bottles of this that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S5GjnnrqH7I/AAAAAAAAFpo/0_0QGCHMlww/s400/-+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445313325529964466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sha's chocolate brownie + ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S5Gjm0EoTnI/AAAAAAAAFpg/sbmDiYgXINI/s400/-+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445313311676059250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blueberry cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both sinfully delicious. Ordered pasta too (: Thumbs up.&lt;br /&gt;Finished class quite late and took the packed train back&lt;br /&gt;home. Poofed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken last Friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S5GjKtgLlUI/AAAAAAAAFpY/JyJq35Edwhc/s400/-+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445312828876232002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came over instead of us usually going out cos&lt;br /&gt;we were both tired so we settled with HSM3 and&lt;br /&gt;macdonalds. (: Laughed like shit thanks to our&lt;br /&gt;wild imaginations + Cast of HSM3.&lt;br /&gt;She went back home coming to 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently had class-photo taking.&lt;br /&gt;I had to stand in the middle. Apparently&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda awkward. BUT DAMN FUN LUH.&lt;br /&gt;We were all like pushing each other during the informal&lt;br /&gt;shot. I can't wait to see how the picture turns out.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody looked as if they had as much fun as us ):&lt;br /&gt;WHY?! IT WAS PACKED WITH AWESOMENESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S5GjKAR1duI/AAAAAAAAFpQ/H4bDtcQBDm8/s400/02032010397.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445312816736466658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the class noticeboard btw.&lt;br /&gt;You may call it messy.&lt;br /&gt;Others call it expressing your mind and not giving a shit&lt;br /&gt;about what you think. Yes, our class motto is Majulah 2A1.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Chua somehow agreed to it. He's funny (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S5GjJWWwUxI/AAAAAAAAFpI/BrCwGRiBEVc/s400/04032010398.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445312805482812178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIFIIIII. Wearing a boat hat I was making&lt;br /&gt;all science lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S5GjI-fuQ6I/AAAAAAAAFpA/tBy57Kifup0/s400/04032010400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445312799077974946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisshan avoiding my camera, consequently&lt;br /&gt;knocking his head on the metal shelf.&lt;br /&gt;Very smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S5GjIQPokPI/AAAAAAAAFo4/MpOZu4_hKfA/s400/04032010401.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445312786662461682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S5GiaYa9tuI/AAAAAAAAFow/ouCGN20cCj4/s400/04032010405.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445311998583486178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boat hat. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S5GiZuDO6HI/AAAAAAAAFoo/M_9SxbT68mQ/s400/04032010407.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445311987209660530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisshan's surprisingly nice art piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S5GiZG-yyuI/AAAAAAAAFog/-TAeQMrE3V4/s400/04032010412.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445311976722057954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean-Paul saying Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S5GiYlIkAEI/AAAAAAAAFoY/jV7VJtKEdDQ/s400/04032010414.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445311967636226114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin in candid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S5GiX6j6XWI/AAAAAAAAFoQ/w0Pa6wQGRFs/s400/04032010416.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445311956208213346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look at my new sweet ride...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think that's our class, you haven't seen the half of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M heading off now. 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Beware.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting with CNY then.&lt;br /&gt;I only have pics from Mum's side of the family&lt;br /&gt;so yeap. (: Didn't have time to take family photo&lt;br /&gt;though. ): Just stick with these for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S4ZnLQ1N8dI/AAAAAAAAFoA/92TRKYbnR64/s400/-+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442150642918224338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma and Aunty Rowena cooking in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;YAY. Fooooooood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S4ZnKeOq02I/AAAAAAAAFn4/MickRC7y5bA/s400/-+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442150629334766434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wienna &amp;amp; Cavan with the blocks. Yes. I played.&lt;br /&gt;Yes. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S4Zm34P0-NI/AAAAAAAAFnw/zOQ7nENZKwE/s400/-+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442150309901433042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADA! I made this with Wienna. It's our house.&lt;br /&gt;There's a road that leads directly to the zoo that only&lt;br /&gt;consists of a tiger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S4Zm29lTR1I/AAAAAAAAFno/4DjlWE-NsO0/s400/-+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442150294153807698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT LAHHHHHH. WHAT LAHHHHHH."&lt;br /&gt;"Chill.. I just wanted some crackers..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun lah. Then Wienna, Bro and I went downstairs&lt;br /&gt;to find snails by the fountain area near the guardhouse&lt;br /&gt;and then went to buy Slurpee at 7.11. nearby.&lt;br /&gt;Played with our bouncy balls also. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;super&lt;/span&gt; dramatic. To save you the&lt;br /&gt;"what happened?"s and whatever, I'll just say now that&lt;br /&gt;I lost my wallet on the BUSSSS. And spent the night&lt;br /&gt;looking for it at the bus interchange in every single 302.&lt;br /&gt;And then just so happened that I got the DISEASE from&lt;br /&gt;BELLA &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(BELLA! HANTAM YOU!)&lt;/span&gt;, so I had a fever and&lt;br /&gt;was coughing and sneezing my way through the night.&lt;br /&gt;Painful like shingz.&lt;br /&gt;Man I cried till my eyes pain as heck. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos it hurt when I breathed and I lost a lotta stuff so...&lt;br /&gt;CRY LOR. Aww, such a whine. I couldn't help it luh!&lt;br /&gt;Went to report loss (dramatic right), but that was all&lt;br /&gt;before I went home and crashed on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that I went out with SHA :D&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; together. It was a tough&lt;br /&gt;week for me, or us, so it was nice to chillax.&lt;br /&gt;Went to lot 1 and ate at&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; JALAPENO'S PEPPER EXPRESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(still major yummy) then went up to take neo's in the&lt;br /&gt;arcade (: and book tickets. The ticket lady was nice!&lt;br /&gt;Went in &amp;amp; the theater was basically quite empty.&lt;br /&gt;The back was like 4 rows 3/4 filled and both of us at the&lt;br /&gt;front alone and 1 or 2 other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THROUGHOUT &lt;/span&gt;the whole movie we were both laughing&lt;br /&gt;like shit man. There was this guy behind who had a&lt;br /&gt;contagious laugh so we were semi laughing at him.&lt;br /&gt;The movie was funny, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;very very very&lt;/span&gt; funny.&lt;br /&gt;Ask 'sha if you don't believe me! SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;I could hear people asking ask to shush a few times.&lt;br /&gt;That's a first for me. There's a first for everything!&lt;br /&gt;It was fun lah (: Reached home around 10 plus-ish and&lt;br /&gt;lost my wallet. TADA! LOL. Anyway. Pictures&lt;br /&gt;of camwhoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S4Zm2Lxl7ZI/AAAAAAAAFng/8SkAhpOrJE0/s400/-+056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442150280783588754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My camera rules man. LOOK BEHIND ME IN THE&lt;br /&gt;PICTURE! SQUIGGLY CARS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S4Zm1f04I6I/AAAAAAAAFnY/xSHJ5yjKCOY/s400/-+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442150268986205090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S4Zm0p8wTuI/AAAAAAAAFnQ/sDZXoDKs1qc/s400/-+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442150254523731682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S4Zlr_YZPMI/AAAAAAAAFnI/hKWqRAq5abg/s400/-+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442149006146354370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the effects for this one, I just don't like it&lt;br /&gt;covering 'sha's face. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S4ZlrPmnALI/AAAAAAAAFnA/IHyY-sxRpSY/s400/-+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442148993321074866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S4ZlqiXjdWI/AAAAAAAAFm4/dJlPzaCaKqo/s400/-+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442148981178332514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zebra crossing on our mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S4ZlqACMnlI/AAAAAAAAFmw/314yUAQdVT8/s400/-+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442148971961949778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, &amp;amp; just for your entertainment,&lt;br /&gt;a picture we drew during dinner. &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S4ZlpWDZljI/AAAAAAAAFmo/J_3i1GE9TDc/s400/-+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442148960692704818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(In case you wanna know, this is the part about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;lessons and all that nonsense so skip it if you want.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class's been fine.&lt;br /&gt;Listen to this okay. I just wanna say out loud here,&lt;br /&gt;that MR CHNG does&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; not&lt;/span&gt; know how to teach.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if he's been instructed to do this or&lt;br /&gt;he thinks that's what he gets paid for, but writing&lt;br /&gt;"SELF-REVISION" on the board every lesson IS NOT&lt;br /&gt;teaching. Might as well not have come in at all.&lt;br /&gt;I am so chissed with him, but the upside is that there's&lt;br /&gt;tons of bullshitting during lesson time at least.&lt;br /&gt;It's loud. And funny. BLAH. BLAH. BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ENGLISH lesson yesterday was funny. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Lim asked my row to one by one stand up,&lt;br /&gt;use our diaphragm and shout "HEY".&lt;br /&gt;Then we had to read a paragraph from this passage in&lt;br /&gt;our textbook. I screwed a few words up but did alright&lt;br /&gt;I guess. I'm fine when I sit down and read but once I stand,&lt;br /&gt;I start shaking like I've been bathed in ice water.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was fun to listen to my classmates talk like they're&lt;br /&gt;on TV. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witnessed first ever Public Caning this tuesday...&lt;br /&gt;It was scary...&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna say anymore than that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE was... Sweaty. Yeah. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sweaty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I sweated like crazy today. It was basically&lt;br /&gt;just running and sprinting and stretches.&lt;br /&gt;That sums it about up. Still.&lt;br /&gt;I sweat a whole shit load.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even sweat that much during Netball... WOW.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooha, Geog test tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;One of the lasts? I think?&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck. I'll need it.&lt;br /&gt;Got back most results. So far no C's yet!&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried about maths though... Very...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cross your fingers for me! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tons of books bought. All &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;90%&lt;/span&gt; discount at&lt;br /&gt;Raffles yesterday. $3 books also got... WTH.&lt;br /&gt;Bro called me 4 times during school hours just&lt;br /&gt;to tell me we HAVE to go down. Crazy ass.&lt;br /&gt;Starting to read one of them already, so far so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so, tons of love. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hug hug kiss kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(QUICK TAG REPLIES!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kimberly&lt;/span&gt;: LOL! SERIOUSLY. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Keisha&lt;/span&gt;: OH RIGHHHHHTTTTT! HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sully86&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, hi. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WenXin&lt;/span&gt;: Miss you too ): I'm doing fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Maddie&lt;/span&gt;: Hahaha, thanks mad.&lt;br /&gt;Miss you toooo ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WeeNee&lt;/span&gt;: HAHAHA. you also. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HsuWen&lt;/span&gt;: will! Soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Vanes&lt;/span&gt;: thanks (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pamela&lt;/span&gt;: heya, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Roxanne&lt;/span&gt;: Thanks! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HL&lt;/span&gt;: NO. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bella&lt;/span&gt;: LOL. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Somebody:&lt;/span&gt; UH. RIGHHHHHT. Hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-5096607582868150971?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/5096607582868150971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=5096607582868150971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/5096607582868150971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/5096607582868150971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2010/02/word-is-hope.html' title='The word is &quot;hope&quot;.'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S4ZnL5cnMyI/AAAAAAAAFoI/-NR1PpAeaHE/s72-c/-+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-1092514643012889634</id><published>2010-02-16T16:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T16:40:32.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow? Blue's there?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="photography Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll136/kawaiidesu_me/photography/tumblr_kuj1wuHCa91qzb7gjo1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm very very scared.&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing a lotta people.&lt;br /&gt;They're all changing.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am too. Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's day's over...&lt;br /&gt;CNY's only gonna last for that long.&lt;br /&gt;All the reds and pinks are going down.&lt;br /&gt;Out come the blacks.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's just the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like writing emo letters to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Retardedddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 4.32 now. 5 and a half hours before I have&lt;br /&gt;to sleep and wake up and go to school and&lt;br /&gt;have training. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could just stay at home and sleep and&lt;br /&gt;play borderlands and blahblahblahblahblah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a short post to inform all of you that if&lt;br /&gt;I die and anyone asks you, story is that I&lt;br /&gt;wanted to die, don't investigate on my death&lt;br /&gt;'cos it won't do anyone any good, and that&lt;br /&gt;dying is so, soooo much better than living a&lt;br /&gt;useless life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenda. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-1092514643012889634?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/1092514643012889634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=1092514643012889634&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/1092514643012889634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/1092514643012889634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-very-very-scared.html' title='Yellow? 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She is so super awesome that she got her own solo.&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh. Talk about perfect. SHE DID GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;but her tutu was seriously really really short.&lt;br /&gt;Is it supposed to be that way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got some gifts today (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S3Vzd8cariI/AAAAAAAAFmA/HooB0UA0PUA/s400/Hamster+day+%3BD+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437379083398458914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Stephanie and Isabel (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S3VzdCVUG4I/AAAAAAAAFl4/PuPnekAj9to/s400/Hamster+day+%3BD+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437379067799411586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Cheyenne and Jing Yi (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S3Vzc1VyrXI/AAAAAAAAFlw/c5xSJMm9HrY/s400/Hamster+day+%3BD+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437379064311754098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From YanYing (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S3VyxlQF9AI/AAAAAAAAFlg/3OiWaqhmPNs/s400/Hamster+day+%3BD+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437378321258509314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Vanes (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS for all the wishes and the gifts and hugs and blah.&lt;br /&gt;It really made my day (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S3VyxHKX30I/AAAAAAAAFlY/mkyrxrFb2jM/s400/Hamster+day+%3BD+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437378313181454146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some doodles I made yesterday while NOT paying&lt;br /&gt;attention in class. (: I know. I'm awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Aiya, their not very good. I was just playing around.&lt;br /&gt;And was bored so I posted it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of the time at home sleeping cos I'm&lt;br /&gt;dead-beat today, don't know why!&lt;br /&gt;I gave out my gifts today. I already know what&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make next year. LOL T.T&lt;br /&gt;SIGH. Why must it be so far away. I WANT TO&lt;br /&gt;MAKE MORE GIFTS. ): Neh mind!&lt;br /&gt;There's still youth day, and christmas,&lt;br /&gt;and teacher's day, and hari raya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just are cold-cut ham.&lt;br /&gt;It's really hard. And it tastes funny.&lt;br /&gt;but good all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow meeting 'sha in the morn, then&lt;br /&gt;gonna go have reunion dinner (:&lt;br /&gt;Will post more soon. Sorry for the retardedly&lt;br /&gt;short post. Replying tags next time! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-5130829749595920658?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/5130829749595920658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=5130829749595920658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/5130829749595920658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/5130829749595920658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2010/02/cartoon-heroes.html' title='Cartoon Heroes'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S3V1gjtNiPI/AAAAAAAAFmg/XAoqFmdzdoE/s72-c/Hamster+day+%3BD+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-8356323430839127936</id><published>2010-02-06T12:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T14:33:02.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you enough to let you go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S2z7X5wtA9I/AAAAAAAAFkA/zE-3z7RxKh8/s1600-h/Hamster+day+%3BD+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S2z7X5wtA9I/AAAAAAAAFkA/zE-3z7RxKh8/s400/Hamster+day+%3BD+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434995238390006738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Painted faces fill the places I can't reach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;TEE HEE I have quite a lotta photos here so take your&lt;br /&gt;time to browse through them. Another retarded friday&lt;br /&gt;wish 'sha that made me laugh till my stomach hurt. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S2z6-9K2fyI/AAAAAAAAFj4/-ZlkKZjuz-8/s1600-h/Hamster+day+%3BD+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S2z6-9K2fyI/AAAAAAAAFj4/-ZlkKZjuz-8/s400/Hamster+day+%3BD+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434994809808256802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine first:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S2z6-SmqZtI/AAAAAAAAFjw/MUETbcwEvGw/s1600-h/Hamster+day+%3BD+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S2z6-SmqZtI/AAAAAAAAFjw/MUETbcwEvGw/s400/Hamster+day+%3BD+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434994798382180050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S2z699R3qSI/AAAAAAAAFjo/KXG9shPjkiI/s1600-h/Hamster+day+%3BD+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S2z699R3qSI/AAAAAAAAFjo/KXG9shPjkiI/s400/Hamster+day+%3BD+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434994792657824034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S2z69QyMUXI/AAAAAAAAFjg/R0Zlf2HsJ6I/s1600-h/Hamster+day+%3BD+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S2z69QyMUXI/AAAAAAAAFjg/R0Zlf2HsJ6I/s400/Hamster+day+%3BD+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434994780713800050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S2z68xcX6AI/AAAAAAAAFjY/QpWVBjrTlc4/s1600-h/Hamster+day+%3BD+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S2z68xcX6AI/AAAAAAAAFjY/QpWVBjrTlc4/s400/Hamster+day+%3BD+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434994772300785666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's sha's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S2z5z8JvrlI/AAAAAAAAFjQ/Os1xxTeccUw/s1600-h/Hamster+day+%3BD+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S2z5z8JvrlI/AAAAAAAAFjQ/Os1xxTeccUw/s400/Hamster+day+%3BD+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434993521044991570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S2z5zX79g2I/AAAAAAAAFjI/omKakSdMqN0/s1600-h/Hamster+day+%3BD+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S2z5zX79g2I/AAAAAAAAFjI/omKakSdMqN0/s400/Hamster+day+%3BD+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434993511323501410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S2z5yv-DTVI/AAAAAAAAFjA/uO1-vlmI7XQ/s1600-h/Hamster+day+%3BD+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S2z5yv-DTVI/AAAAAAAAFjA/uO1-vlmI7XQ/s400/Hamster+day+%3BD+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434993500594851154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S2z5xw7GL_I/AAAAAAAAFi4/hxkkDvq_iP8/s1600-h/Hamster+day+%3BD+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S2z5xw7GL_I/AAAAAAAAFi4/hxkkDvq_iP8/s400/Hamster+day+%3BD+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434993483671023602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D I know we're awesome. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;nah lah it's just a bunch of pointless photos we had&lt;br /&gt;tons of fun taking (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S2z5xd3wXFI/AAAAAAAAFiw/1TmSqos70kI/s1600-h/Hamster+day+%3BD+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S2z5xd3wXFI/AAAAAAAAFiw/1TmSqos70kI/s400/Hamster+day+%3BD+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434993478556736594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY was so dang fun.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I was in kindergarten again.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, there was no scorching hot sun, only&lt;br /&gt;rain and clouds, and no crying, just laughter and&lt;br /&gt;idiocy (:&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes, we won tanglin. but no no, we're not in 2nd round.&lt;br /&gt;and yes yes there was a moment of heart ache, but&lt;br /&gt;no no none of us are giving up (:&lt;br /&gt;FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After coming home from our bittersweet victory&lt;br /&gt;against tanglin, we just went nutso in the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;The quadrangle was filled with the UG's practicing for&lt;br /&gt;upcoming parade, and we were just ruining the atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;by acting retarded, screaming and laughing and tickling&lt;br /&gt;each other. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, the weather made me want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was just emotional but seriously, girls, we've&lt;br /&gt;made it really far with each other. The injuries and&lt;br /&gt;blood and tears and sweat, screaming and shouting,&lt;br /&gt;IT DIDN'T GO DOWN THE DRAIN cos I've made&lt;br /&gt;impossibly retarded friends that I'll never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After coming back from the match, Vanes and I went&lt;br /&gt;to get cheap lunch at the nearby coffee shop that&lt;br /&gt;tasted just as good as a $30 restaurant meal.&lt;br /&gt;Talked a lot (: then about V day prezzies and she brought&lt;br /&gt;me to the huge bookshop nearby that sold everything&lt;br /&gt;except for what I wanted to buy T.T ):&lt;br /&gt;Strolled around for a while but didn't find anything we&lt;br /&gt;wanted so headed back home. Thanks Van (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home with a load of crap in my hands, it was still&lt;br /&gt;raining so much so that I managed to fall asleep in the&lt;br /&gt;near-empty bus (: and unexplainable comfort.&lt;br /&gt;'Sha came over and we took those pictures. ^.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to YTP to eat dinner at macs.&lt;br /&gt;crapped a whole shit load while walking home. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came back, texting sonney. (:&lt;br /&gt;was doing V day gifts till my fingers hurt like AHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;PHEW I finished 45 all in the duration of 5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm slow but they had to be (almost) perfect. (;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, they're not as nice as I'd hoped them to be but&lt;br /&gt;hey! it's the thought that counts right?&lt;br /&gt;Wonder how I'm gonna give it to them.&lt;br /&gt;"HEY. Happy Valentine's day. *hugs*"&lt;br /&gt;"Take it or leave it, punk..."&lt;br /&gt;"NAH."&lt;br /&gt;HOW? HOW HOW?&lt;br /&gt;Actually I plan to just leave it on their tables for&lt;br /&gt;those people in my class, and those others just give it&lt;br /&gt;to them personally. I guess that's okay right?&lt;br /&gt;I took a picture of my gift but I'm not gonna post up just&lt;br /&gt;yet cos people are gonna freak out about how small&lt;br /&gt;it is. ): I'm not gonna get any. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;It's okay, it's about giving not receiving.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope you guys like it. You'll see in a week's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been fun (:&lt;br /&gt;I can't really describe it.&lt;br /&gt;It just is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you guys enjoy your weekend before&lt;br /&gt;we get ready for another week, and then, LONG&lt;br /&gt;REST for collecting red packets and wearing new clothes! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going for my first reunion dinner this year&lt;br /&gt;with Mum's side later. I dressed up 2 hours early.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna take tons of piccies so, MM KAY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-8356323430839127936?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/8356323430839127936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=8356323430839127936&amp;isPopup=true' title='133 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/8356323430839127936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/8356323430839127936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-love-you-enough-to-let-you-go.html' title='I love you enough to let you go'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S2z7X5wtA9I/AAAAAAAAFkA/zE-3z7RxKh8/s72-c/Hamster+day+%3BD+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>133</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-6527697576793853207</id><published>2010-01-30T21:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T22:20:36.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foggy mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S2Q0xyrZ3cI/AAAAAAAAFhY/9L-hoUt01uc/s320/Hamster+day+%3BD+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432525080537718210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Imagine how I'll feel when I look at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this photo in 10 years when everyone has grown up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;'Sha, Krysta and I went out for lunch today (:&lt;br /&gt;Were supposed to go for "Tooth Fairy" but 'sha&lt;br /&gt;was needed back home so- COL.&lt;br /&gt;Everything's in sucha mess today. My hair,&lt;br /&gt;clothes, bag, anything else I can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for lunch at Jalapeno's pepper Express.&lt;br /&gt;YUMMY.&lt;br /&gt;Me being such a loser, I spilt half a cup&lt;br /&gt;of coke float on their bench. And wet the&lt;br /&gt;back of my jeans. Stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S2Q0xXNvW5I/AAAAAAAAFhQ/JWVCJAGb17o/s320/Hamster+day+%3BD+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432525073165540242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'sha helped me clean it up with that amount of tissue.&lt;br /&gt;Just contributed to global warming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S2Q0w74wk_I/AAAAAAAAFhI/e_MdSiP_GmU/s320/Hamster+day+%3BD+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432525065829782514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krysta and I.&lt;br /&gt;She's oh-so cute, but hyper active like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S2Q0we9_vUI/AAAAAAAAFhA/a7EjmIdeqxI/s320/Hamster+day+%3BD+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432525058067119426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this looks like a before and after picture. (: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooha.&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at YTP on our way back home&lt;br /&gt;to return the CD that they rented.&lt;br /&gt;*ahem* Cloudy with a chance of Meatballs *ahem*&lt;br /&gt;Got snow ice, walked back. Major major windy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, oh my gosh, there was this guy on&lt;br /&gt;a silver motorbike, wearing a helmet + this&lt;br /&gt;weird white mask like dentists wear which&lt;br /&gt;covered like, all of his face from where I was.&lt;br /&gt;He was literally driving in circles, U-turning at&lt;br /&gt;the same place, driving back and forth, and&lt;br /&gt;every time he did, he'd stare at us. Like, STARE.&lt;br /&gt;Freaky as hell. He stopped about a street away&lt;br /&gt;from us and just stared. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Like AHHHHHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end we went back and didn't see him anymore&lt;br /&gt;so it was okay. but still... highly suspicious. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to 'sha's place and chilled for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Played with her hamster. Super jumpy but&lt;br /&gt;very very cute. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S2Q0v0aQ0lI/AAAAAAAAFg4/B5jlcpNZJJs/s320/Hamster+day+%3BD+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432525046642954834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww... Look at that face.&lt;br /&gt;She was scared of me for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;She'd literally just fly when I touched her.&lt;br /&gt;As fast as lightning man, SPEEDY HAMSTER!&lt;br /&gt;After while, she was fine.&lt;br /&gt;Pooped on 'sha a LOT. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;She peed on me too. Shut up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post about matches after this.&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday (which was a really long time ago..&lt;br /&gt;meant to post this earlier but... LAZY :X), went&lt;br /&gt;out with Dad and bro as usual, decided to go&lt;br /&gt;for a movie. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;They sneaked me in to an NC16 movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Daybreakers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching it, I could feel my hands trembling so&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could tell why it was NC16.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it's kinda easy. You just let your&lt;br /&gt;parents/relative/friend pay for the tickets, show their&lt;br /&gt;IC, stand beside them and continue talking about&lt;br /&gt;normal stuff with your hands in your pocket like&lt;br /&gt;someone who doesn't give a fly about anything,&lt;br /&gt;then when walking in, don't even look at the person&lt;br /&gt;tearing the tickets, just continue talking, and walk in.&lt;br /&gt;It won't work unless you look convincingly 16.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if that was a personal insult or compliment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gives you paranoia, more then horror. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Freaked me out but I managed to watch it without&lt;br /&gt;closing my eyes. HA, take that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT THE MATCHES SO FAR:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lost ZhengHua. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember the score.&lt;br /&gt;Not in denial, I just can't remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Won Pioneer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(30+) - (a single digit number)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Won HongKah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39 - 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WE CAN'T AFFORD TO LOSE ANOTHER MATCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JIAYOU GIRLS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still got West Spring &amp;amp; Tanglin&lt;br /&gt;before we get to see whether we can qualify&lt;br /&gt;for 2nd round. We can do it girls! FIGHT. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;CT WHOOSH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head's been throbbing since this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I feel tired but I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I wish time would just rewind to a stop&lt;br /&gt;and let me live happily again.&lt;br /&gt;The person who invents a time-machine would&lt;br /&gt;be really, really rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a boy throwing a tantrum in the&lt;br /&gt;restaurant today. I wish I could be him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WanLin:&lt;/span&gt; Late reply, but thanks! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Rosnie&amp;amp;Yuyan: &lt;/span&gt;Tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;JiaMin: &lt;/span&gt;THANKS. You too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jordan: &lt;/span&gt;Yeap... Share already lahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Natalie:&lt;/span&gt; TY (: Still haven't met up yet! Miss ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Maddie: &lt;/span&gt;Thanks :D&lt;br /&gt;Oh, YOU WEAR MAKE-UP NOW. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, maybe you should try keeping your hair&lt;br /&gt;long for a while now, but keep you're style the&lt;br /&gt;same. Just in case it looks nice and you decide&lt;br /&gt;to keep it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Joanna:&lt;/span&gt; LOL! YOU'RE OBSESSED DADDY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RuiXuan: &lt;/span&gt;Hey (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cher: &lt;/span&gt;Kay (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-6527697576793853207?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/6527697576793853207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=6527697576793853207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/6527697576793853207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/6527697576793853207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2010/01/foggy-mirror.html' title='Foggy mirror'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S2Q0xyrZ3cI/AAAAAAAAFhY/9L-hoUt01uc/s72-c/Hamster+day+%3BD+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-4255400196623253342</id><published>2010-01-30T11:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T11:56:57.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F.</title><content type='html'>I can literally feel my pulse.&lt;br /&gt;Throb. throb. throb.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna punch something.&lt;br /&gt;I should get a punching bag...&lt;br /&gt;That feeling in the pit of my stomach is&lt;br /&gt;really really irritating.. and effing sick.&lt;br /&gt;If I feel any worse, I'd be shaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word. Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;And thanks for saying that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s&lt;br /&gt;don't mean to be a grouch on a Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;sorry. Carry on w/ your lives people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-4255400196623253342?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/4255400196623253342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=4255400196623253342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/4255400196623253342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/4255400196623253342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2010/01/f.html' title='F.'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-4621189054192593458</id><published>2010-01-25T21:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T21:56:45.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No. I'm not telling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 356px; HEIGHT: 407px" height="302" alt="screamforme Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y260/raver-at-heart/artistic/screamforme.jpg" width="266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Spongebob and Patrick make me laugh till&lt;br /&gt;my stomach hurts. Unlike this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"My life is a parody of a tragedy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Zenda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-4621189054192593458?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/4621189054192593458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=4621189054192593458&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/4621189054192593458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/4621189054192593458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2010/01/spongebob-and-patrick-make-me-laugh.html' title='No. I&apos;m not telling.'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y260/raver-at-heart/artistic/th_screamforme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-6821443428267791543</id><published>2010-01-23T13:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T14:42:20.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry me out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S1qRZuMmHyI/AAAAAAAAFgc/bCvbb4voKSY/s1600-h/Modelling+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S1qRZuMmHyI/AAAAAAAAFgc/bCvbb4voKSY/s320/Modelling+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429812171832172322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;It's a quarter after 1, I'm a little drunk and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I need you now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Got quite a lot of piccies for show but I'm gonna write&lt;br /&gt;a bit about yesterday yea.&lt;br /&gt;Came to school super duper early to meet Vanes,&lt;br /&gt;helped her and 'La time their running while the sky&lt;br /&gt;was still dark. (:&lt;br /&gt;The rain was really heavy and cooling and&lt;br /&gt;a nice change compared to the previous days of&lt;br /&gt;freaking blazing hot sun that gave me an unwanted&lt;br /&gt;tan line. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Girls did awesome for training yesterday, had a match&lt;br /&gt;against seniors and we lost, badly. BUT they did their&lt;br /&gt;skills proud. (: Exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed off with Rosnie, Vanes and WanTing for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Settled with KFC. I treated Vanes okay!&lt;br /&gt;Most of the facilitators for the Aspire camp this year were&lt;br /&gt;eating over there. Geez.&lt;br /&gt;Lala cancelled on us ): but he still came in the end and&lt;br /&gt;left us sitting there, bored to death, so we left first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(All of the graduated people really changed. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Why do people have to grow up... I won't be able to &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;handle it when everyone I see grows up and I'm still &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;here playing with barbie dolls and stuff.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the train back myself and 'Sha came over. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let the pictures do the explaining cos it's seriously&lt;br /&gt;very very lame. But a fun kinda lame.&lt;br /&gt;My pictures first:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S1qP6ChyvYI/AAAAAAAAFgU/TBy5Ln08a2c/s320/Modelling+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429810528022347138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S1qP5VKaORI/AAAAAAAAFgM/ypIYjwglSv4/s320/Modelling+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429810515844675858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S1qP4ZaXDaI/AAAAAAAAFf8/UdsBx61td4s/s320/Modelling+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429810499805449634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are actually quite a lot more but&lt;br /&gt;I'm hiding them. HAHAHA. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones I took for 'sha next:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S1qOZSCicPI/AAAAAAAAFf0/13FB0MBfkp4/s320/Modelling+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429808865738911986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S1qOY_gS7wI/AAAAAAAAFfs/NmQmv9bLFmc/s320/Modelling+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429808860763451138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S1qOYSn7VlI/AAAAAAAAFfk/5gb3s8D1x6Y/s320/Modelling+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429808848715863634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S1qYD0o5V6I/AAAAAAAAFgk/nQ66nazrMAc/s1600-h/Modelling+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S1qYD0o5V6I/AAAAAAAAFgk/nQ66nazrMAc/s320/Modelling+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429819492185757602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know I rock. *bow*&lt;br /&gt;Nah lah. Just fooling around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S1qNf1rXDSI/AAAAAAAAFfU/L7lLhxSt3hI/s320/Modelling+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429807878872960290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S1qNfTAbCuI/AAAAAAAAFfM/-JYUI2lz4Ow/s320/Modelling+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429807869566061282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S1qNe7ixQxI/AAAAAAAAFfE/5JCngTn8DK8/s320/Modelling+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429807863267672850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew it could be so fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;Went for dinner at Lot 1 after that, followed&lt;br /&gt;by some kiddy squeezy painty picture thingies :D&lt;br /&gt;FUN. Called Jordan to come with us, but he&lt;br /&gt;had drum lessons. On Friday. At night. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He bet with me 50 cents that I wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;dare to drag him with me to take neoprints. On.&lt;br /&gt;He'll see. *evil laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head's been hurting since I woke up this morning.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like falling asleep again. It's only 2.35 now. D:&lt;br /&gt;I just might decide to go downstairs to go run myself&lt;br /&gt;to death. That would be a nice way to die.&lt;br /&gt;I like the feeling when your legs collapse after you&lt;br /&gt;decide to stop. And the heat following after that.&lt;br /&gt;But first, i got to go shower. Cos the left side of my&lt;br /&gt;hair is stuck together from 7up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How clumsy I am. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You have no idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-6821443428267791543?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/6821443428267791543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=6821443428267791543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/6821443428267791543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/6821443428267791543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2010/01/cry-me-out.html' title='Cry me out'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S1qRZuMmHyI/AAAAAAAAFgc/bCvbb4voKSY/s72-c/Modelling+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-8429581708079226072</id><published>2010-01-19T19:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T21:42:11.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Chua stole my Ribena sweets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S1Wjp9lTLXI/AAAAAAAAFe8/hnpXbFfwSYY/s320/West+Zone+%281%29+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428424867165973874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Girls, no matter what happens,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I love you all, and I'm always proud of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's not over yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We haven't lost anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FIGHT FOR IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went to school today totally PSYCHED.&lt;br /&gt;Left class halfway at 10.30 with Vanes &amp;amp; Bella to&lt;br /&gt;go eat and change and stuff before we waited for&lt;br /&gt;the bus to come. (West Zones, first match today.)&lt;br /&gt;Good lucks here and there, went to change,&lt;br /&gt;hid my ASSETS (HAHAHA, nothing to show. ._.) from all&lt;br /&gt;of the perverts on my team *wink wink* by bringing&lt;br /&gt;a jacket along with me.&lt;br /&gt;Some of the pictures I took when I was bored :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S1WjperwL0I/AAAAAAAAFe0/xwl0nXshBzk/s320/West+Zone+%281%29+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428424858871541570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheyenne, Rosnie and KM (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S1WgdVApRoI/AAAAAAAAFes/01pGClFMXQ8/s320/West+Zone+%281%29+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428421351581501058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, that's my red jacket (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S1WgdKu3Y9I/AAAAAAAAFek/LqWA0r9zz7M/s320/West+Zone+%281%29+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428421348822574034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S1WgcpGp3pI/AAAAAAAAFec/MBlN4chveF0/s320/West+Zone+%281%29+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428421339795545746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S1WgcGMpUtI/AAAAAAAAFeU/IIRhQK8jff4/s320/West+Zone+%281%29+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428421330425434834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(HAHAHAHA, inside joke... SSSSSHHHH...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't talk about the match, I really&lt;br /&gt;don't have any mood to. NOTHING HAPPENED!&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING TO SEE HERE PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roar... Instead of going to Aspire camp like the&lt;br /&gt;ordinary people... I'm gonna spend Wednesday to Friday&lt;br /&gt;in school, for 5 whole hours, TRAINING. WOW. FUN.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, just thinking about it makes me feel like&lt;br /&gt;falling flat on the ground and dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Is it just me... or is the world so dang dull now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my grandma's super awesome super delicious&lt;br /&gt;hot dogs taste... OKAY. That's impossible okay.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so pessimistic now a days.&lt;br /&gt;I'm angry at my bro now too. He just bought me&lt;br /&gt;snow-ice and amazingly yummy fruit&amp;amp;cheese bun.&lt;br /&gt;Probably out of guilt. Yeah. Definitely out of guilt.&lt;br /&gt;I'm eating them. Stuffing my face.&lt;br /&gt;Growing fatter.&lt;br /&gt;Dying slowly.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that we'd just have like, a 1 year holiday.&lt;br /&gt;I promise I won't be bored.&lt;br /&gt;Same routine everyday, I'd still be fine.&lt;br /&gt;I JUST WANT TO REST... mentally.&lt;br /&gt;Things are buzzing in my head now, 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to rest... take a shut down pill...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class today was totally fine, no stress.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Chua's period ALL THE WAY :D&lt;br /&gt;He gave us a maths worksheet - which I&lt;br /&gt;actually like doing now :O, and we just did&lt;br /&gt;it. Asked tons of questions, gained tons of skills.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time Afif was calling to ask how to do,&lt;br /&gt;every 2 or 3 questions.&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn't stop laughing cos JP is just so lame.&lt;br /&gt;And Bella was blowing bubbles in class :D&lt;br /&gt;Was sneaking Ribena sweets into my piehole during&lt;br /&gt;class, slowly.&lt;br /&gt;Jordan saw and was like "OH, NEVER SHARE."&lt;br /&gt;So I rolled my eyes and passed it to him. He was a&lt;br /&gt;happy happy son. And then gave a few more, and then&lt;br /&gt;the second time he asked for it, SOMEHOW or&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER, it landed in the pocket of Mr. Chua.&lt;br /&gt;WTF. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;MY RIBENA SWEETSSSSSSSSSSS.&lt;/span&gt; NOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, just maths questions, laughing, talking.&lt;br /&gt;And then all of us left. Today was fun in class (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; about an hour and a half till I have to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Then 7 and a half hours before I have to wake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Then 2 hours before training starts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And 5 hours before training ends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;then 30 minutes before I reach home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time calculating sucks cos you realize how much&lt;br /&gt;time is used doing so little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Comparisons are easily done once you've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;had a taste of perfection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Zenda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-8429581708079226072?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/8429581708079226072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=8429581708079226072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/8429581708079226072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/8429581708079226072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2010/01/mr-chua-stole-my-ribena-sweets.html' title='Mr Chua stole my Ribena sweets'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S1Wjp9lTLXI/AAAAAAAAFe8/hnpXbFfwSYY/s72-c/West+Zone+%281%29+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-765025485305501619</id><published>2010-01-17T16:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T19:47:46.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's a piece of doodoo cake</title><content type='html'>Dang it I'm so bored... and I feel like my head's&lt;br /&gt;been in the washing machine, and now I screwed it back&lt;br /&gt;on and I'm all topsy-turvy.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go to school on Friday. Missed out on quite a bit...&lt;br /&gt;Won't be training till Thursday... West Zones start&lt;br /&gt;on Tuesday... I feel like slaughtering a pig...&lt;br /&gt;F&amp;amp;C luh...&lt;br /&gt;It's okay, I guess...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I'm gonna be there for the team all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the way! BLUBLA YA'LL. (:...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope you guys will do your best.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be proud of ya'll no matter what the end is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was so bored at home these few days&lt;br /&gt;that I grabbed my bro's cam and snapped like, major&lt;br /&gt;random pictures. I'll post them up here just for&lt;br /&gt;the fun of it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S1LUmESQJcI/AAAAAAAAFd8/nPbWu6fw8kQ/s320/-+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427634251385284034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S1LUln7jL-I/AAAAAAAAFd0/SD3Wnadt2N4/s320/-+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427634243773870050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S1LUlPpOd3I/AAAAAAAAFds/ct0AA4GiShg/s320/-+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427634237254563698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S1LUkntLpfI/AAAAAAAAFdk/8F6EuAVFoQk/s320/-+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427634226533737970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S1LTFaZiD9I/AAAAAAAAFdc/Mvqkdid8BV8/s320/-+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427632590874087378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S1LTFPSjQcI/AAAAAAAAFdU/z9WBTumEd-A/s320/-+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427632587892015554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S1LTEihNYoI/AAAAAAAAFdM/8OKgZXZaWzg/s320/-+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427632575873901186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S1LR37CBDtI/AAAAAAAAFdE/ambdw_2jzlU/s320/-+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427631259604029138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S1LR3fxrkLI/AAAAAAAAFc8/JWLIijH4hDY/s320/-+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427631252287754418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S1LRID-KPSI/AAAAAAAAFc0/TSNIeGRR-6o/s320/-+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427630437370051874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the BESTEST [so what if that isn't a word] dessert&lt;br /&gt;in the WHOLE entire universe.&lt;br /&gt;MILK STRAWBERRY SNOW ICE. GOSH.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S1LObo-qqoI/AAAAAAAAFcs/qaeBdr4VCZw/s320/-+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427627475186920066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HI&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, my brother says they suck but, I don't&lt;br /&gt;really care. It's just fun holding a big camera and&lt;br /&gt;pressing that button thing... thingy... thingamajig...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;It's already Sunday... and I dread going to school&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow... Seriously...&lt;br /&gt;Only upside about this week is that on Tuesday,&lt;br /&gt;Netballers get to cut about half of school, change to&lt;br /&gt;our jerseys and jump on the bus to our first&lt;br /&gt;west zone match!&lt;br /&gt;And then, Wednesday, thursday and Friday is&lt;br /&gt;the Aspire Camps for all levels but sadly, we can't make&lt;br /&gt;it cos of trainings and what not... Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel tired.&lt;br /&gt;and sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;all... the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do you think red bull'd do the trick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that someone'd just turn off the sun&lt;br /&gt;and let Mr. Sandman do his job...&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't that be just peachy.&lt;br /&gt;WHY AM I SUCH A PARTY POOPER.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think anything or anyone can cheer&lt;br /&gt;me up right now. I need anti-depressants.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe I should go for counseling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner downstairs just now. Watched&lt;br /&gt;that stupid Ping Pong show on Channel 8.&lt;br /&gt;Was totally popping question marks around my head.&lt;br /&gt;Ate tons of stuff, totaled up to about $30+,&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;we just walked away without paying&lt;/span&gt;. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, my mum realized, freaked out,&lt;br /&gt;and rushed back to pay. They didn't even realize.&lt;br /&gt;EPIC! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone make me laugh.. like really, laugh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROAR. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;ROARRRRRR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this world filled with so much anger...&lt;br /&gt;cos of people like me?...&lt;br /&gt;Great... I just realized I contribute to ruining&lt;br /&gt;this world for the future generations.&lt;br /&gt;What more can I do. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm going nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WanLin&lt;/span&gt;: HEY Mummy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Maddie&lt;/span&gt;: Hahahaha... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Passerby&lt;/span&gt;: THANKS (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jordan&lt;/span&gt;: :D... thanks son.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-765025485305501619?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/765025485305501619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=765025485305501619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/765025485305501619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/765025485305501619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2010/01/lifes-piece-of-doodoo-cake.html' title='Life&apos;s a piece of doodoo cake'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S1LUmESQJcI/AAAAAAAAFd8/nPbWu6fw8kQ/s72-c/-+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-1602742569303075119</id><published>2010-01-14T21:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T21:19:34.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My left nostril hurts</title><content type='html'>I started flu don't know when lah,&lt;br /&gt;ONLY in one nostril.&lt;br /&gt;What the heck? I'm literaly LEAKING&lt;br /&gt;water, not snot, WATER.&lt;br /&gt;Eek. Never had this before.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, finally it's thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Friday, and then it'll be SATURDAY!&lt;br /&gt;'Sha and I are going to bake tiramisu! WHEE.&lt;br /&gt;Something to look forward too.&lt;br /&gt;Tahan a while more before we get another weekend!&lt;br /&gt;Will blog more tomorrow. It's 9.19 now and&lt;br /&gt;I'm refusing to do my homework cos I'm lazy&lt;br /&gt;and tired. Yay me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEMO IS TOUCHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-1602742569303075119?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/1602742569303075119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=1602742569303075119&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/1602742569303075119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/1602742569303075119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-left-nostril-hurts.html' title='My left nostril hurts'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-1860326440162224106</id><published>2010-01-11T20:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T19:19:06.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-righteous Suicide</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425793712791567506" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S0xKont9PJI/AAAAAAAAFcc/BpKTaDKuc6c/s320/pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joy of finding out I was in the school team,&lt;br /&gt;lasted for about... 8 seconds in total...&lt;br /&gt;My heart was breaking down into little micro-fragments&lt;br /&gt;by the second the rest of the 5 hours left that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start with the boring stuff first before I get into&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; boring stuff.&lt;br /&gt;PE played &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;floor ball&lt;/span&gt;. Went back to class and it was&lt;br /&gt;invaded with over-users of deodorant. AHEM AHEM. :D&lt;br /&gt;Rest of the lessons were fine, fun (:&lt;br /&gt;After school went to market with some of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cdiv's&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;sat with Joanna and Nicole cos table not enough space&lt;br /&gt;for all 8 of us ): Talked about retarded stuff and&lt;br /&gt;black dots appeared on my skirt from no where. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Went back to school, team talk in hall, then&lt;br /&gt;went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ISH&lt;/span&gt; with the rest to see friendly match&lt;br /&gt;for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cdiv&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Volleyballers&lt;/span&gt;, FUN.&lt;br /&gt;Saw someone again. Very, very weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;, ANYWAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Geez&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I cried like about 10 times in total yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes hurt, so damn much now.&lt;br /&gt;So does my body, my head, everything inch of&lt;br /&gt;my body is throbbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday was pretty *sticks out tongue*.&lt;br /&gt;ROAR. I'm going into depression.&lt;br /&gt;*Goes into depression*.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm good now.&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AH. WHY AM I SO LAME WHEN I'M UPSET?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kay. I'll get to why I'm even writing&lt;br /&gt;this post in the first place...&lt;br /&gt;to make myself feel better? I guess? I think?&lt;br /&gt;And I shall stop going onto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; halfway.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. This' gonna be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;loooong&lt;/span&gt; post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training started out okay... We did our usual&lt;br /&gt;thingamajigs, passes, drills, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And then at the Meet the Ball drill I completely&lt;br /&gt;just crashed like a computer infected with viruses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Everytime&lt;/span&gt; we made a mistake, it was either a sprint&lt;br /&gt;or 10/50 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;star jumps&lt;/span&gt;. I collapsed like some retard.&lt;br /&gt;Cried like crazy, gosh.&lt;br /&gt;Pain here, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt; there,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;main fact is that I was&lt;br /&gt;dang bloody &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;exHAUSted&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I missed out on 2 sprints while bawling...&lt;br /&gt;Halfway when people were half-dead, coach said&lt;br /&gt;we could rest once we finish 50 more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;star jumps&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I finished it... Then coach asked me to go talk&lt;br /&gt;to her. I freaked out, like I always do when people&lt;br /&gt;ask me to come and talk to them with that serious&lt;br /&gt;face. Dang, was it serious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach said in her usual calm tone that she was&lt;br /&gt;disappointed in me, for missing out those 2 sprints,&lt;br /&gt;and not telling her that I didn't feel well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Yeap&lt;/span&gt; so I kept my cool in front of her and apologized..&lt;br /&gt;and explained.. and then she asked me to go finish&lt;br /&gt;my two runs, and I said okay. I turned away and after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 crying session, it became 2,&lt;/strong&gt; this time even worse.&lt;br /&gt;GOSH I don't know if I'm like, PMS-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; or something&lt;br /&gt;but I'm seriously really really sensitive now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;adays&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so whatever, I umpired for their half-court&lt;br /&gt;game, then it was the end of the longest training in&lt;br /&gt;my entire life...&lt;br /&gt;And then coach asked us to gather, and she said she&lt;br /&gt;was gonna announce the school team, THERE and THEN.&lt;br /&gt;I freaked out man, buried my head in my knees, and&lt;br /&gt;started hyperventilating.&lt;br /&gt;Then she said my name. And I looked up, and started&lt;br /&gt;smiling, until I saw Shannen's face. Everything just&lt;br /&gt;went in slow-mo. And coach talked to Shannen.&lt;br /&gt;And then asked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Rosnie&lt;/span&gt; and I to talk to her, and THEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I CRIED AGAIN.&lt;/strong&gt; 3rd time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Yada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Yada&lt;/span&gt;, hurt hurt, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went over to Shannen, cried AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;On the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;MRT&lt;/span&gt; home, cried AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;In the bus, cried AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;In the lift, cried AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;Showering, cried AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;Ate dinner, cried AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Geez&lt;/span&gt;... no, I don't like to cry, especially&lt;br /&gt;in public. If I do, there's seriously something&lt;br /&gt;wrong with me that day.&lt;br /&gt;The weather's been testing my patience these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm sorry team, for making you guys disappointed...&lt;br /&gt;Again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know sometimes, apologizing again and again really&lt;br /&gt;doesn't help, AT ALL, but there's, really nothing&lt;br /&gt;else I can do. I won't BRIBE you guys, or SUCK UP,&lt;br /&gt;all I can do is just apologize... So... I'm so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Shannen, if in 1 in a million, you actually do read&lt;br /&gt;this post, I LOVE YA, you understand?&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happens, or what you choose to do,&lt;br /&gt;THE WHOLE TEAM IS ALWAYS THERE FOR YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; we're gonna miss you, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;wholeeeee&lt;/span&gt; lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Everyone's&lt;/span&gt; losing faith...&lt;br /&gt;So am I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Zenda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tag Replies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Rosnie&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; WHERE'S MY SOUVENIR! :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I made you cry! I LOVE YA TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rachel:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;, YEAH (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Clarabelle:&lt;/span&gt; Kay. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Clarissa:&lt;/span&gt; DON'T CRY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;LEH&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Joanna:&lt;/span&gt; Gee Joanna, NEVER gonna forget YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;, and five times more horny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maddie:&lt;/span&gt; Thanks (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vanes:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;YAH&lt;/span&gt; MUST CONTINUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pamela:&lt;/span&gt; KAY, will, another day though! PS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;YuYan&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; D: DON'T CRY! Thanks, you too... (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-1860326440162224106?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/1860326440162224106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=1860326440162224106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/1860326440162224106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/1860326440162224106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2010/01/self-righteous-suicide.html' title='Self-righteous Suicide'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S0xKont9PJI/AAAAAAAAFcc/BpKTaDKuc6c/s72-c/pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-1611054278075171804</id><published>2010-01-09T15:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T18:09:21.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To C'Div 09...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424712440643713266" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S0hzOTE1-PI/AAAAAAAAFb0/wkrcUuGcVzA/s320/Malacca+Netball+trip+235.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;With West Zones and all those darts heading at us,&lt;br /&gt;I got inspired by God knows what to write a whole bunch&lt;br /&gt;of stuff that may seem like crap to all of ya'll but seriously&lt;br /&gt;I just needa say somewhere to someone so I'm saying it&lt;br /&gt;here, right now.&lt;br /&gt;Don't stress, it's not bad, it's just stuff I want to say to&lt;br /&gt;all my teammates individually. Just my feelings and all&lt;br /&gt;that jazz. Like I said, it's not bad. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do it alphabetically, so as to not be biased. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424712453174933346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S0hzPBwhN2I/AAAAAAAAFcE/F-Ya86bTBLk/s320/Malacca+Netball+trip+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Cheyenne&lt;br /&gt;Although you've been in our team for a really short&lt;br /&gt;period of time, you still made an impact, and you know you&lt;br /&gt;can count on us if you need people for support, or just for&lt;br /&gt;random crap you can't say to your parents or teachers.&lt;br /&gt;You've been like, superbly nice to me, and although I hardly&lt;br /&gt;get to talk to you besides during training and recess,&lt;br /&gt;thanks for being part of the team.&lt;br /&gt;You're an amazing, amazing person, and I'm glad I got to know you.&lt;br /&gt;I know you're gonna play a huge part in our team, and you're&lt;br /&gt;not gonna let us down, on and off court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Clarissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarissa ah, hahaha. Nothing to say lah!&lt;br /&gt;No actually I have a lot of things to say.&lt;br /&gt;First of all, you're an awesome captain, you know that?&lt;br /&gt;And I'm super sorry sometimes we don't respect&lt;br /&gt;your decisions, or you. On and off court you're always&lt;br /&gt;supportive, and funny.&lt;br /&gt;In my heart, you're always our captain, because you&lt;br /&gt;deserve to be. You have so many responsibilities, yet&lt;br /&gt;you still have time to laugh, at joke with us, and put up&lt;br /&gt;with all our nonsense. I KNOW the team feels the way I do.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try not to make your job any more difficult because I know&lt;br /&gt;being captain of our team is very stressful...&lt;br /&gt;Don't doubt your abilities and your potential,&lt;br /&gt;because you can do anything. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Isabella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Bella, bella. (:&lt;br /&gt;Fun fact for you okay: you're the supporting pillar&lt;br /&gt;in my life. Seriously, I can name you more than&lt;br /&gt;20 occasions where you stood up for me, or&lt;br /&gt;encouraged me, or believed in me, or wanted to kick my&lt;br /&gt;ass for not believing in myself. Like that time in&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia when Coach was reading out from the papers&lt;br /&gt;she asked us to fill up. We were in your room with the rest of&lt;br /&gt;the team. I wrote, "Tried my best even&lt;br /&gt;though I was discouraged..." and I heard you&lt;br /&gt;say, "I totally agree with that." Or that time you&lt;br /&gt;told me, "Everybody falls down." Or when you smiled like,&lt;br /&gt;so wide the first time you heard me sing in your&lt;br /&gt;room. Or that time you asked me to go for music ministry.&lt;br /&gt;Or time and time again, you were arguing with me,&lt;br /&gt;saying I was SOOOOO paranoid. I could honestly go on,&lt;br /&gt;FOREVER if I don't stop now, but I'm sorry I haven't&lt;br /&gt;always been there for you. You may not know who you are,&lt;br /&gt;but I know the bella that wants to kick my butt is still there. (:&lt;br /&gt;You're an amazing friend 'La, I know you remember that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424712432066281378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S0hzNzH0v6I/AAAAAAAAFbs/OT3qnauJk0g/s320/Malacca+Netball+trip+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Joanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU Joanna, for making me laugh like heck until&lt;br /&gt;my stomach hurt like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;I can laugh just looking at your face and remembering all your&lt;br /&gt;stupid jokes. And SO WHAT if you're taller than me!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being there for me, and not giving up on me&lt;br /&gt;when I was OMG-ly so upset. You may not always have the&lt;br /&gt;perfect words to say but you are an awesome friend to people&lt;br /&gt;who have the benefit of knowing you.&lt;br /&gt;You even made a random stranger on the stupid MRT laugh&lt;br /&gt;just by hearing our conversation with Wan Ting (:&lt;br /&gt;Even after like a million trillion years you won't be forgotten&lt;br /&gt;by anyone, at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kian Min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOUNCY SMACK! :D&lt;br /&gt;You are like, supernetball girl.&lt;br /&gt;Kay lah, knew you since P4 but I didn't&lt;br /&gt;talk to you very often even though we were in the same&lt;br /&gt;class. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;You're super serious on court. Very swift, agile, strong,&lt;br /&gt;encouraging, but off court, you're the same person, just&lt;br /&gt;relaxed. You're still swift, still agile, strong, and encouraging,&lt;br /&gt;but you're funny, and warm, and always putting happy&lt;br /&gt;faces in your sms'. I love that you're laugh makes other&lt;br /&gt;people laugh, and seeing you on court makes everyone else&lt;br /&gt;want to be as good as you, or encourages us to do our best.&lt;br /&gt;It seems so effortless when you play, but I know you put&lt;br /&gt;in a lot of effort too. Love ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, MICHELLE, STOP CALLING ME ZAZENG!&lt;br /&gt;You're like, super awesome on court lah,&lt;br /&gt;and an amazing person on our team.&lt;br /&gt;Without you, our team would be like a half-eaten pizza.&lt;br /&gt;WHERE'S THE OTHER HALF??!???!??!&lt;br /&gt;I know I don't make a huge part of your life,&lt;br /&gt;but you do in mine! (:&lt;br /&gt;You always persevere... and keep on going,&lt;br /&gt;even when the going gets tough... super tough...&lt;br /&gt;I seriously wish I could do that too...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being my teammate, and my friend (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Nicole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BUS BUDDY! :D I spent like... more than&lt;br /&gt;24 hours in total with you on the bus in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;And we talked about like, SO many thing luh (:&lt;br /&gt;You improved so much since the beginning of this year,&lt;br /&gt;and you'll keep on improving so stop worrying!&lt;br /&gt;You're always so awesome, sometimes really egoistic (HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;but you're still a really close friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;You always help me when i'm stuck in making tough decisions,&lt;br /&gt;and you're always so encouraging.&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE ALSO AN AWESOME GK.&lt;br /&gt;Took my spot! HAHAHA, nah lah! I'm glad you're&lt;br /&gt;the GK cos you do such a good job, and your legs go on for&lt;br /&gt;like, EVER. I'm glad you're my friend cos I'd feel like&lt;br /&gt;something was missing if you weren't.&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU, for so many things I can't even say.&lt;br /&gt;Just know you must have faith in yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Rosnie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room 317! My roomie :D&lt;br /&gt;We both sail on the same boat. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I have never, ever seen you not smiling, even when&lt;br /&gt;you feel like crying. You're so forgiving, and so humble,&lt;br /&gt;and a really calming person to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;You're funny... and hardworking, and you're there&lt;br /&gt;for me when I feel like giving up.&lt;br /&gt;Remember that night in our room when Coach came over?&lt;br /&gt;And we both felt the same way...&lt;br /&gt;I could literally feel my heart drop, the only&lt;br /&gt;thing that kept me from bawling my eyes out was talking&lt;br /&gt;to you and laughing in the midst of sobbing.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you'll stay with me, and not quit, because&lt;br /&gt;I'd feel really lonely. It won't be the same without you,&lt;br /&gt;seriously... Love ya Rosnie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Shannen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHANNEN! STOP BEING SO UPSET AT YOURSELF!&lt;br /&gt;I know how you feel. I seriously do.&lt;br /&gt;If anyone does, I do. Cos I've been where you are a million&lt;br /&gt;and one times. Do you remember how much I got scolded,&lt;br /&gt;seriously, go and recall. IT WAS EVERY SINGLE TRAINING,&lt;br /&gt;more than ten times of shouting and re-doing, and&lt;br /&gt;what other nonsense there was to shout about.&lt;br /&gt;I CRIED like so many damn times on that quadrangle,&lt;br /&gt;because I've been there, done that, and I'm still here.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still alive.&lt;br /&gt;I was the worst, WORST player on our team, and I felt&lt;br /&gt;like giving up every single time. All the sweat and tears&lt;br /&gt;and injuries and all that shit, it's cos of the effort I put in.&lt;br /&gt;YOU put in tons of effort too... please don't let it go to waste...&lt;br /&gt;You're so pink, and smiley, I honestly hate it when you cry.&lt;br /&gt;Do your best Shannen, you've gotten better, so much.&lt;br /&gt;You ought to be proud of yourself, I am. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424712450750842146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S0hzO4ukhSI/AAAAAAAAFb8/OHsa4VBSl8Q/s320/Malacca+Netball+trip+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Vanes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VICTOR TAY! :D&lt;br /&gt;All your lame jokes and your crap always makes&lt;br /&gt;me laugh, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being there for me and helping me stand up&lt;br /&gt;when I fall, and practicing with me when I feel like&lt;br /&gt;I should just drop the ball.&lt;br /&gt;And for giving me advise, and listening to me, and consoling me,&lt;br /&gt;and staying with me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to see you cry, cos then I feel like crying with you.&lt;br /&gt;You're also an awesome vice-captain, because you're serious&lt;br /&gt;when you have to be, and you never give up on the team...&lt;br /&gt;You take your duties seriously like you should, and you&lt;br /&gt;believe in all of us when sometimes we don't.&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop smiling, even if your cheeks hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;WanTing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan Ting! :D Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, I'm like honestly, super sorry, that&lt;br /&gt;I disappointed you and the team so much on court&lt;br /&gt;and during training.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's tiring and irritating to see me keep&lt;br /&gt;failing even after I tried like so many times...&lt;br /&gt;I really hope I don't let you down.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for helping me bandage my toes, even though&lt;br /&gt;it was like FREAKING painful when you put that yellow&lt;br /&gt;icky medicine. Remember what you said? HUH?&lt;br /&gt;"IT'S WORKINGGGGG!"&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for taking the LRT with me, and going to the&lt;br /&gt;library with me, and sharing your earphones with me.&lt;br /&gt;It's seriously awesome having you as a friend cos&lt;br /&gt;all the experiences and memories may be up and down, but&lt;br /&gt;they're unforgettable and they leave a huge print. (:...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Yu Yan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yu Yan! You really shouldn't cry, or be upset,&lt;br /&gt;because do you remember your skills at the beginning of&lt;br /&gt;last year? YOU'VE GOTTEN BETTER TENFOLD.&lt;br /&gt;It may be tough during training but you keep pushing yourself,&lt;br /&gt;and you always encourage others.&lt;br /&gt;Your stamina, and passes, and dodges and runs,&lt;br /&gt;all your effort's paid of cos you seriously have been doing&lt;br /&gt;a spectacular job so far. I'm so glad to see you in our team&lt;br /&gt;because you encourage me and you're there for me&lt;br /&gt;all the time.&lt;br /&gt;I love ya a lot, A LOT, cos you're you, and nobody else.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everything you've done, (:&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424712426756081554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S0hzNfVxh5I/AAAAAAAAFbk/0FGkDtFDWgs/s320/Malacca+Netball+trip+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Lastly&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry team, for letting you guys down so many times.&lt;br /&gt;I want to cry every time I drop the ball, cos you guys&lt;br /&gt;trusted me with it, and I let you down.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like shouting sorry to all of you when my passes suck,&lt;br /&gt;but I don't even have the energy, I could only whisper.&lt;br /&gt;I know you all believe in me, I couldn't even believe in myself,&lt;br /&gt;but now I'm forcing myself to, because I don't want to&lt;br /&gt;disappoint any of you'll, my heart would hurt too much.&lt;br /&gt;I hate when anyone crys, I hate when we argue, cos at the end of&lt;br /&gt;the day, WE are a team, and no one can break us apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;West Zones are coming, and it's going to be the last time before&lt;br /&gt;we become a B'Div with the seniors.&lt;br /&gt;It's really fast, you have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;I hope we all cherish our last moments, cos they're never&lt;br /&gt;going to happen again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for whatever I've done, whatever I'm going to do.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if I make HUGE mistakes, even if I'm playing&lt;br /&gt;during west zones. Thanks for being my friends...&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna try my best, to make all of you proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I love all of you guys... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenda. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-1611054278075171804?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/1611054278075171804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=1611054278075171804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/1611054278075171804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/1611054278075171804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2010/01/soon.html' title='To C&apos;Div 09...'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S0hzOTE1-PI/AAAAAAAAFb0/wkrcUuGcVzA/s72-c/Malacca+Netball+trip+235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-3584961292594506479</id><published>2010-01-06T19:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T20:13:21.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S0R8RCJC6sI/AAAAAAAAFbc/4mHhOhf3rDc/s1600-h/tired.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S0R8RCJC6sI/AAAAAAAAFbc/4mHhOhf3rDc/s320/tired.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423596483335350978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My GOSH I'm tired... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and overloaded with like homework on a hill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And I'm stressed out on the 3rd day of school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;How am I ever going to survive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Had training today. I learnt to hate star-jumps, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt; them.&lt;br /&gt;We did a total of like 80 of them today... aching like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I pushed on, was proud of myself until I realized my&lt;br /&gt;toe had that black-bleeding-about-to-fall-off problem again.&lt;br /&gt;Wan Ting and Rosnie helped me bandage it, and it HURT&lt;br /&gt;like hell, thanks anyway though (:&lt;br /&gt;West Zones are next week, 14th January.&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously, oh my gosh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so not ready for it!&lt;br /&gt;Then again, when am I ever ready for anything?&lt;br /&gt;I think this is more of a mental block... I doubt myself a lot,&lt;br /&gt;I realized...&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, Coach is announcing our school team...&lt;br /&gt;I am, indescribably nervous... and worried.&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, who isn't? We all worked our &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ASSES off &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;it would be such, SUCH a disappointment to not have it pay off.&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared, someone lend me a shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL issues wise, being Sec 2 is definitely very&lt;br /&gt;stressful, if you think about it.&lt;br /&gt;Lu lao shi went for further studies, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I miss her a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current chinese teacher literally makes me doze off, a LOT.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna have a lot to handle this year,&lt;br /&gt;not just in school but outta school too.&lt;br /&gt;Netball trainings 3 times a week, Math tuition&lt;br /&gt;once a week, and French class once a week.&lt;br /&gt;2 days I can actually, CHILL.&lt;br /&gt;How am I ever getting through this? Someone please tell me.&lt;br /&gt;Plus we have streaming... geez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm wondering if I'll survive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-3584961292594506479?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/3584961292594506479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=3584961292594506479&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/3584961292594506479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/3584961292594506479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2010/01/damn.html' title='Damn'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/S0R8RCJC6sI/AAAAAAAAFbc/4mHhOhf3rDc/s72-c/tired.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-8582904487585985698</id><published>2010-01-02T21:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T22:03:52.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more years to death</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/Sz9Nj0epMAI/AAAAAAAAFbU/LbPw9HfdZwI/s1600-h/yay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/Sz9Nj0epMAI/AAAAAAAAFbU/LbPw9HfdZwI/s320/yay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422137754155298818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YAY ITS NEW YEAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Welcome to the horror of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2010&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Honestly, I've only done like, a fifth of my homework,&lt;br /&gt;and school's starting in about... 1 day? Dang.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think 'll be able to enjoy the last few 40 hours&lt;br /&gt;of holiday cos I'll be doing homework like I've never&lt;br /&gt;done it before. I've never hated homework so much in&lt;br /&gt;my whole dang life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roar. The class time table on Asknlearn won't even&lt;br /&gt;give me a break and OPEN.&lt;br /&gt;I'm at Uncle William's house with Godfamily,&lt;br /&gt;Dad and bro. We're doing house warming cos Uncle&lt;br /&gt;William just got his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bazillionth&lt;/span&gt; condo. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, his house's really nice, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;I feel green boiling in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's training on the first day of school, which&lt;br /&gt;is kind of irritating... ): I'm really not in the mood&lt;br /&gt;to even put on my uniform, let alone&lt;br /&gt;step into school, let alone go for training after&lt;br /&gt;seeing new teachers and what not. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;Now my brother's playing Guitar Hero with&lt;br /&gt;Eugene, Jeffery's playing fortune cookie on&lt;br /&gt;my brother's iPhone, Hazel's playing some block&lt;br /&gt;game on youtube, and I'm being such a weirdo&lt;br /&gt;and thinking about how I'm ever going to finish&lt;br /&gt;my homework when &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EVERYONE ELSE has homework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;too.&lt;/span&gt; ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously should've finished my work earlier,&lt;br /&gt;I'd be more much more relaxed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. As much as I hate to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt my lesson, I'll finish my homework&lt;br /&gt;earlier next time.&lt;br /&gt;And anyway, I'm gonna follow through with my&lt;br /&gt;resolution, or at least try hard to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like crying, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and school hasn't even started yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-8582904487585985698?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/8582904487585985698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=8582904487585985698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/8582904487585985698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/8582904487585985698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2010/01/2-more-years-to-death.html' title='2 more years to death'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/Sz9Nj0epMAI/AAAAAAAAFbU/LbPw9HfdZwI/s72-c/yay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-1113176795098584402</id><published>2009-12-25T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T23:31:45.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 323px; height: 225px;" src="http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll11/fairybloomeel/merry_christmas_everybody.jpg" alt="Merry christmas Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;All I want for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; is my 2 front teeth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;My 2 front teeth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;My 2 front teeth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey Ho my dearest readers. It's already christmas, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems it was just yesterday that I was counting down&lt;br /&gt;from a 100 till the last day of school. Now It's less&lt;br /&gt;than 10 days before school starts again. Aw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta admit though, I'm not looking forward to a lot&lt;br /&gt;of things. Example, Napfa. And, stressful west zones.&lt;br /&gt;But hey,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; like I said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;My New Year's resolution is to put a 100% in whatever I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I just have to keep telling myself that. Damn it's&lt;br /&gt;going to be hard, but you can't give up till you try, right?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you guys should start thinking of your resolution too.&lt;br /&gt;If you did already, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FULFILL IT YOU COUCH POTATO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta look forward to Chinese New Year though!&lt;br /&gt;KA-CHING. And my new clothes, gosh I'm dying to wear them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Retards came over on Thursday to my place. (:&lt;br /&gt;We watched Shutter, like I said, and they screamed,&lt;br /&gt;as expected. It was so funny cos we kept looking&lt;br /&gt;at the screen during the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WRONG&lt;/span&gt; moments. FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SzTU2R8cIwI/AAAAAAAAFa8/ujLxElVshU0/s320/-+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419190280628478722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's us at Miss Devi's place. :D&lt;br /&gt;We watched TV with her, caught up with her a bit,&lt;br /&gt;but didn't have much time since Cher had to leave&lt;br /&gt;and Vernice left much earlier. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SzTU2kVnEvI/AAAAAAAAFbE/Qf7x6hrzBIg/s320/-+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419190285565891314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddie making out with cup noodles.&lt;br /&gt;Sicko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It was fun reminiscing with them (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class gathering soon, I still don't know the&lt;br /&gt;exact details yet, but should be able to find out soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, bro and I went to YTP to get gifts and&lt;br /&gt;snow ice (: Shopped around, walked back home,&lt;br /&gt;got Black forest Cake for Mum.&lt;br /&gt;Met up with 'sha today to exchange gifts,&lt;br /&gt;and eat ice-cream and hotdogs. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SzTU142QvRI/AAAAAAAAFa0/k3mTN9QR7Hw/s320/-+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419190273891679506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SzTU3KhrzwI/AAAAAAAAFbM/7NxBkFaIoDk/s320/-+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419190295817080578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got me a SHIT LIST. OMG, really cute.&lt;br /&gt;And a pair of super awesome earrings. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SzTU1TCH8nI/AAAAAAAAFas/0FFV3zOXshQ/s320/-+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419190263740887666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bro&lt;/span&gt; got me for christmas (:&lt;br /&gt;A pair of orangey-yellow earphones that are&lt;br /&gt;really comfy and good quality. He has a pair&lt;br /&gt;that's white too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;THANKS for the gifts and all the christmas wishes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a few unknown numbers that sms-ed me&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Greetings but it's kinda mean to reply&lt;br /&gt;"WHO ARE YOU???" after they sent me that so I'll&lt;br /&gt;just act like I know everything. Even though I really don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously gotta admit though, it's kinda pathetic&lt;br /&gt;for me to be on the computer ON CHRISTMAS.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously have nothing better to do. I don't usually&lt;br /&gt;celebrate christmas. It's just meal, movies, rest.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday stayed up in my bro's room watching movies&lt;br /&gt;and binging on steamboat left-overs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AND WE WATCHED DEXTER'S LABORATORY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh, so nostalgic. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow Vanes'll be coming over super early&lt;br /&gt;in the morning to finish our HIP project. I haven't&lt;br /&gt;even started on my homework yet so I really&lt;br /&gt;need help. Picking her up from the MRT station at 8.&lt;br /&gt;DANG I'll be tired, but school's starting and I can't&lt;br /&gt;afford to lose any marks when school just opens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;After that'll be heading out with my Dad and bro for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a few days. I'll take some pictures for you guys. I really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;don't know what I'll be doing, but ANYWAY. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope you guys are a bit nicer, or&lt;br /&gt;less short-tempered, or maybe just nicer to&lt;br /&gt;your siblings today. It's gonna be a new year soon,&lt;br /&gt;don't start it off on the wrong foot.&lt;br /&gt;On that note, I think I'm gonna end it off here,&lt;br /&gt;so Merry Christmas everyone!&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-1113176795098584402?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/1113176795098584402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=1113176795098584402&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/1113176795098584402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/1113176795098584402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-christmas.html' title='This Christmas...'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SzTU2R8cIwI/AAAAAAAAFa8/ujLxElVshU0/s72-c/-+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-6787915584946321698</id><published>2009-12-23T21:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T22:05:32.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are you Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SzIcwjRY89I/AAAAAAAAFak/JnmxvO3G208/s320/-+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418424922107605970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Just grit your teeth and be patient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've got my mashed potatoes photos for ya'll! ;D&lt;br /&gt;My bro and I made them, and we ended up only getting&lt;br /&gt;1 bowl each cos my Mum's friends ate the rest... Darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SzIcv-C9Z9I/AAAAAAAAFac/UsziyR9VKcA/s320/-+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418424912114968530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SzIcvDDYk6I/AAAAAAAAFaU/jNxhmWw4EpE/s320/-+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418424896279057314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SzIcuZy-DkI/AAAAAAAAFaM/BZV2kuVOsyA/s320/-+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418424885204356674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SzIbjJGOlJI/AAAAAAAAFaE/6VQVXPv5Fwo/s320/-+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418423592231539858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEEHEE. It's really fun. I can remember the recipe! (:&lt;br /&gt;My brother passed his power to me already, so I'm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;. Not really. I just remember the recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SzIbilQHW_I/AAAAAAAAFZ8/PMvbzcO87ns/s320/-+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418423582609333234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had that for dinner. Yumm-o. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother's girlfriend, Xuan Xin, gave me these sweets.&lt;br /&gt;They're super yummy. One of them is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;watermelon flavour&lt;/span&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SzIbh1kEkGI/AAAAAAAAFZ0/pNs_gnSICzc/s320/-+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418423569808134242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY'RE YUMMY. And very addictive.&lt;br /&gt;Crunchy. and Sweet. and Colourful-ly tempting.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you might want to shield your eyes&lt;/span&gt; for this next picture.&lt;br /&gt;You see, I burnt my middle finger yesterday, and instant&lt;br /&gt;reaction was a bit of quiet wailing and running to go&lt;br /&gt;wash my hand. Apparently the result is HORRENDOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;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="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SzIbhd3mwcI/AAAAAAAAFZs/CtVqbYslU4E/s320/-+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418423563447615938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES. It's really gross. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's a bubble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, with liquid in it.&lt;br /&gt;At least I think there's liquid in it.&lt;br /&gt;My whole finger is red now, with that fat bubble on top&lt;br /&gt;that looks like the chin of a frog. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whole team was laughing at my bubble today.&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a circus freak with a fat bubble on my middle finger.&lt;br /&gt;It's really painful and I can't even touch it cos it stings and&lt;br /&gt;gets really sore. Been applying creams non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SzIbgiqjT3I/AAAAAAAAFZk/bfNOefUSTAw/s320/-+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418423547555172210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how my finger looks most of the time at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how to cure it except for popping it&lt;br /&gt;which is going to be slightly painful cos it hurts when&lt;br /&gt;I touch it with my finger. I don't think a needle is&lt;br /&gt;going to be much more comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I have to put my hand on a pillow beside me&lt;br /&gt;when I sleep, to prevent from popping it and being&lt;br /&gt;splattered with disgusting bubble juice.&lt;br /&gt;I know. Exit this blog if you want cos I understand,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm disgusted as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up side is that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I GOT MY JERSEY TODAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah (: It's white based with red sides.&lt;br /&gt;Comfy but kinda see-through so that's what we're&lt;br /&gt;worried about. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought my school books already. I don't think&lt;br /&gt;I can process in my head that I'm going to be Sec 2.&lt;br /&gt;It's a huge transition, to me at least.&lt;br /&gt;Books, check. Homework, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*crash crash burn crash*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone should tie my body to a chair and remove all&lt;br /&gt;electronics so I would be so bored, I'd do my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Retards coming over to my house tomorrow (:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna have a horror movie fest.&lt;br /&gt;Yay. I'm gonna introduce to you the best&lt;br /&gt;horror movie in the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;I watched it with my bro and totally&lt;br /&gt;started trembling. WHEE.&lt;br /&gt;It's a thai movie. Thailand is scary.&lt;br /&gt;You get the drift.&lt;br /&gt;It's called &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Shutter'&lt;/span&gt;, there's an american&lt;br /&gt;version but it totally ruin 'Shutter's image.&lt;br /&gt;Watch the original one, it's much better and got&lt;br /&gt;me shaking like heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna have fun tomorrow, and the next day&lt;br /&gt;and the next day. YOU GUYS BETTER TOO!&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy yourself, the last few days you have.&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;remember to stay awake on the 31st&lt;/span&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-6787915584946321698?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/6787915584946321698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=6787915584946321698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/6787915584946321698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/6787915584946321698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2009/12/where-are-you-christmas.html' title='Where are you Christmas'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SzIcwjRY89I/AAAAAAAAFak/JnmxvO3G208/s72-c/-+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-5744447490681692271</id><published>2009-12-20T17:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T17:22:46.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OHMYSHIIIIIIIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/Sy3sbnqwtVI/AAAAAAAAFZc/cAhdTU3rSjw/s1600-h/ohmygod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/Sy3sbnqwtVI/AAAAAAAAFZc/cAhdTU3rSjw/s320/ohmygod.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417245886045533522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on restaraunt city, and accidentally&lt;br /&gt;bought a bloody &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;$15 000&lt;/span&gt; dollar &lt;u&gt;TOILET BOWL&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WHAT THE DUCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Zenda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-5744447490681692271?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/5744447490681692271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=5744447490681692271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/5744447490681692271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/5744447490681692271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2009/12/ohmyshiiiiiiip.html' title='OHMYSHIIIIIIIP'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/Sy3sbnqwtVI/AAAAAAAAFZc/cAhdTU3rSjw/s72-c/ohmygod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-5572910090547983007</id><published>2009-12-19T19:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T23:55:30.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got to step outside These Walls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 309px; height: 265px;" src="http://i604.photobucket.com/albums/tt128/peace_1309/fjjadh.jpg" alt="I Love You! Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Everybody tries to put some love on the line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Yes Yes, I'M &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BLOGGING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not dead. I will be in 60 years, but you'll have to wait till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My memories gone blank ever since last night&lt;br /&gt;'cos my dream was majorly stupendedly lame, and awesome,&lt;br /&gt;so I'll just tell you about yesterday. (:&lt;br /&gt;Keisha and I went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sakura&lt;/span&gt;, Mum drove us.&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to treat us for helping out with camp, Kim&lt;br /&gt;couldn't come so we went ourselves ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited in line, paid at the cashier, and&lt;br /&gt;went in to table 103! (by the way, I accidentally&lt;br /&gt;stole 1 of the table 103 clips which are supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;used to order food. ._.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SyzkuGS6q2I/AAAAAAAAFZQ/wOWWCpefQpc/s320/-+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416955932434934626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SyzktznUfVI/AAAAAAAAFZI/Sei3APDc_dw/s320/-+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416955927420239186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stop taking pictures of me eating, damn it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SyzktbrIMiI/AAAAAAAAFZA/LeVN4S69y-E/s320/-+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416955920993759778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hotdogs are really weird, and wrinkly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SyzjppjnK9I/AAAAAAAAFY4/Wz1n1M_s5g4/s320/-+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416954756489227218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she's still eating them.&lt;br /&gt;Notice how it's all on HER side. (:&lt;br /&gt;I ATE TOO LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SyzjpDk16FI/AAAAAAAAFYw/4Lym7xzRT_U/s320/-+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416954746293839954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped durian on my hand and chin and it was mushy&lt;br /&gt;and cold, and mushy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SyzjoqCVBxI/AAAAAAAAFYo/X03PVxbZZ6o/s320/-+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416954739438192402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE. I eat greens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SyzjoKK1lLI/AAAAAAAAFYg/sAUz7QaCniU/s320/-+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416954730883945650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'sha looks like she's vomiting into the plate&lt;br /&gt;of chocolate cakes, but she's really trying to&lt;br /&gt;lick them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/Syzjn88jH5I/AAAAAAAAFYY/Vxh6ZrK29Sc/s320/-+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416954727334354834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SyziMUK9R9I/AAAAAAAAFYQ/JMSN5PoRD2U/s320/-+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416953153020839890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I know. Freaky.&lt;br /&gt;Kids, that's what happens when you don't brush your teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SyziMJ1QHxI/AAAAAAAAFYI/8uR5joeSO6E/s320/-+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416953150245445394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a grape, just for your info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SyziLjmtLFI/AAAAAAAAFYA/NvQbA7pKRIA/s320/-+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416953139983887442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICE-CREAM. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SyziLFUV1DI/AAAAAAAAFX4/Y24xX8ImpCE/s320/-+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416953131853796402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Imma wannabe sumo wrestler!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SyziKgrtHaI/AAAAAAAAFXw/b5k-ZtH7yHQ/s320/-+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416953122019679650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So WHAT.... Starfishes rule more...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We seriously went &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;whacko&lt;/span&gt;, and everything we read&lt;br /&gt;became screwed up. 'Sha read durian Pengat as durian pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;Was hyper over broccoli and the awesome salad sauce,&lt;br /&gt;plus the pedophile that was staring at us just cos he sat&lt;br /&gt;in front. Perv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed till my stomach hurt and went home to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;(By sleep I meant use the laptop :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met her again for her dinner at coffeeshop below&lt;br /&gt;our house, she ate chicken rice and I just got a drink.&lt;br /&gt;Sat at the playground and listened to music before she&lt;br /&gt;headed off to her Dad's friend's place. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro and I made mash potatoes just now but I'll save&lt;br /&gt;the pics for another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have training another 3 times before school starts again.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like just enjoying the rest of my hols by staying&lt;br /&gt;at home and slacking. I'm still zoned out by the you know what&lt;br /&gt;thing in room 317 MALAYSIA with&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Rosnie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll know what 'm talking bout.&lt;br /&gt;D: Very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 11.33 now. I have &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3 more hours to go&lt;/span&gt; before I&lt;br /&gt;knock dead on the bed. I seriously need to change&lt;br /&gt;my sleeping routine before school starts, or 'll die.&lt;br /&gt;Next year's going to be packed, and my new year's&lt;br /&gt;resolution is to Put in 100% in whatever I do.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard, but... It's a resolution, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;never impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'm addicted to Restaraunt City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Did you know that in Kentucky, it's illegal to&lt;br /&gt;carry ice-cream in your back pocket?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tag replies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: HAHAHA. Okay (: TELL ME WHEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WeeNee: HEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim: WHEN? Next year pack holiday should be able to.&lt;br /&gt;Yeap I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarabelle: haha, thanks (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl: LOL. YEAH. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-5572910090547983007?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/5572910090547983007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=5572910090547983007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/5572910090547983007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/5572910090547983007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-got-to-step-outside-these-walls.html' title='I got to step outside These Walls'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SyzkuGS6q2I/AAAAAAAAFZQ/wOWWCpefQpc/s72-c/-+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-4082066879237098455</id><published>2009-12-14T14:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T19:30:07.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carl's Jr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 274px; height: 265px;" src="http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l112/JOSEFRANCO85/Carls%20Jr/LOGOGRANDE.jpg" alt="Carls Jr Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's Monday already! The day for me to be MIA all the way till FRIDAY.&lt;br /&gt;Or Saturday. Whichever, it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far the biggest news here is that I'm moving.&lt;br /&gt;Guess where, GUESS WHERE! Next door.&lt;br /&gt;About 4-5 blocks away. TEE HEE.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not kidding, but I'm gonna spare you the details&lt;br /&gt;for my sake in case there's any creepy stalker people. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was not my day. Some days are better than&lt;br /&gt;others, and Saturday was not it. ):&lt;br /&gt;Bloody Blah Blah Blah. I didn't speak for like, the whole&lt;br /&gt;day. Super pms-ing. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt better the next day. Went out with Dad &amp;amp; Bro&lt;br /&gt;to Plaza S. and ate at&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; Carl's Jr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SyXjPpY-6qI/AAAAAAAAFXo/9Z03RbiuVx4/s320/13122009385.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414983984931072674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOWIE did it burn a hole in our wallet, but it was&lt;br /&gt;kinda worth it. I say kinda 'cos the burgers were&lt;br /&gt;superb-ly BEEFY yet the chilli cheese fries tasted like&lt;br /&gt;Singaporean curry. Yeah. WHY?&lt;br /&gt;So that was a disappointment. My bro had angus beef&lt;br /&gt;in his burger so every bite just COMPLETELY filled your&lt;br /&gt;throat like a clog in a basin. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YUMMLICIOUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the double bacon yada yada yada. Dad had a&lt;br /&gt;burger called "SUPER STAR". Self-absorbent much? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Bro said Muslims wouldn't go there cos of the pork and&lt;br /&gt;Buddhists, cos of beef, so they lost quite a bit of business&lt;br /&gt;in Singapore, but the people who COULD go there seriously&lt;br /&gt;enjoyed themselves. I tried a TRIPLE whopper with my bro,&lt;br /&gt;ye-ah, it's not on the menu, you have to ask for it personally,&lt;br /&gt;and it was so much more appetizing than Carl's Jr, but&lt;br /&gt;that's probably 'cos it was like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3 fists tall&lt;/span&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SyXjPL03AWI/AAAAAAAAFXg/H124SWEUL5g/s320/11122009372.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414983976994931042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, yes, my dear cousins are growing up.&lt;br /&gt;I still think in my head that they're 6 and 7. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;They're staring to use the word 'noob'. :0&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna do tag replies before I leave for the next 5 days. :\&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE, CRUEL WORLD. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mellow dramatic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Keisha: &lt;/span&gt;:DDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Shauna:&lt;/span&gt; Thanks (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WeeNee:&lt;/span&gt; hahahaha, ditto (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl:&lt;/span&gt; YES WOMAN, I WANT TO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pamela:&lt;/span&gt; Hahahaha, thanks :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V:&lt;/span&gt; It's okay... see ya V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuyan:&lt;/span&gt; :D that's the same thing my bro said. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. YEAH. It's becoming a bit more obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarabelle: &lt;/span&gt;Thanks, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosnie:&lt;/span&gt; Relinked (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan:&lt;/span&gt; LOL. CALL ME PSYCHO. ROAR.&lt;br /&gt;Marigold! MARIGOLD MARIGOLD MARIGOLD! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jolyn: &lt;/span&gt;Uhm. Thanks. I guess. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passerby:&lt;/span&gt; Thanks. I do too. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie:&lt;/span&gt; WHEEEEEEEE! HIIIIIII. YEAHHHH. OKAYYYYYYYY. :DDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-4082066879237098455?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/4082066879237098455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=4082066879237098455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/4082066879237098455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/4082066879237098455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2009/12/carls-jr.html' title='Carl&apos;s Jr'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l112/JOSEFRANCO85/Carls%20Jr/th_LOGOGRANDE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-1650797364090502350</id><published>2009-12-10T17:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T19:29:15.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi. I love you. Bye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SyDRkIXlyQI/AAAAAAAAFXA/ygI2fVJTb0k/s320/-+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413557170751260930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By the way, I hate the new Macs packaging D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey all, I think I can officially say I'm back to blogging because&lt;br /&gt;holidays are so damn boring. D:&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that's happening is a cruise for my grandma&lt;br /&gt;which is during the dates of Youth Camp ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have stuff to blog about! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, facilitating national brownie sixers camp :D&lt;br /&gt;Mum was the one who planned it so invited&lt;br /&gt;'sha, kim and I to help out. It was awesomely fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On thursday I reached back home from Malacca&lt;br /&gt;netball trip at about 8.30pm, and slept at 1.&lt;br /&gt;Then had to wake up at 7 on Friday to meet up&lt;br /&gt;with the other 2 so packed my stuff and headed downstairs&lt;br /&gt;where Mum drove all of us to GGS at Bishan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SyDRjlasNTI/AAAAAAAAFW4/TE70TJsj8mc/s320/-+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413557161369023794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put all our stuff down in the room before we went to&lt;br /&gt;the main hall (Which by the way is air-conditioned (:)&lt;br /&gt;to have introduction games and stuff. All 3 of us saw&lt;br /&gt;2 other girls from DLS who will be P5 in 2010 (:&lt;br /&gt;Very funny people.&lt;br /&gt;We got to know the other girls while they were&lt;br /&gt;doing their group posters and then we planned for a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Song &amp;amp; Dance competition&lt;/span&gt; at night. WOOT. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the groups really reminded me of my old&lt;br /&gt;camp groups which I hated; never even tried to get&lt;br /&gt;to know the group members, so I tried to help them not&lt;br /&gt;end up like me, talked to some of them and made it not&lt;br /&gt;sound like a pep talk so that they just MIGHT listen. (:&lt;br /&gt;In the end most of them pulled through, made me oh-so&lt;br /&gt;proud (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of their conflicts were from the Song &amp;amp; Dance competition&lt;br /&gt;luh, as funny as it may sound. They (training to be sixers,&lt;br /&gt;which in human form means 'leaders') had to make decisions&lt;br /&gt;in their group about choreography and song choice, etc etc,&lt;br /&gt;so the groups had very different personalities and ended up in&lt;br /&gt;verbal cat fights. Hahahaha. :X&lt;br /&gt;I understand the feelings that our seniors had when our&lt;br /&gt;groups fought now. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Very very bad feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SyDWH7Pz27I/AAAAAAAAFXQ/1HUGbDZM1rs/s1600-h/-+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SyDWH7Pz27I/AAAAAAAAFXQ/1HUGbDZM1rs/s320/-+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413562183750769586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 of us went to Junction 8 to be Yakitori which&lt;br /&gt;is DANG addictive. We ate it for 3 days straight for&lt;br /&gt;lunch. :D SHINGZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went back to our dorm to rest.&lt;br /&gt;Only had 2 beds, 1 queen sized and 1 single sized&lt;br /&gt;so 'sha and I shared a bed while Kim had her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SyDRjdmiiJI/AAAAAAAAFWw/zsvXLqtocCw/s320/-+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413557159271237778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(HALF MY ROCKER FACE CUT OFF LEH.&lt;br /&gt;HOW CAN.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SyDWHWr3sPI/AAAAAAAAFXI/ytxQtR-m7Yo/s1600-h/-+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SyDWHWr3sPI/AAAAAAAAFXI/ytxQtR-m7Yo/s320/-+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413562173936349426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SyDRi_ywcnI/AAAAAAAAFWo/l3yYcZfpPI0/s320/-+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413557151269417586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This' the gang. We really bonded with the girls during&lt;br /&gt;those 3 days. Very memorable, they're all so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Okay, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;about the competition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 of us sat beside the stage on our chairs with our&lt;br /&gt;giant white board &amp;amp; markers (cos we were the judges)&lt;br /&gt;and played the songs for them, yada yada. After each&lt;br /&gt;performance then we'd grade them on 5 criteria's and added&lt;br /&gt;up to a 300 points, divided by 3. That would be /100.&lt;br /&gt;So in the end we gave out prizes to all of them for their&lt;br /&gt;efforts put in and we performed our own dance to the song&lt;br /&gt;waking up in vegas! And we asked them to grade us too.&lt;br /&gt;Sweethearts were super lenient luh, the highest we got was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;99.99/100.&lt;/span&gt; Hahahahahah (: Made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night we ordered macs, chatted a lot before&lt;br /&gt;we finally decided to snooze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day didn't do much, the Young Adults came in&lt;br /&gt;and Kim had to leave so 'sha and I pretty much spent the day&lt;br /&gt;not doing much besides playing with the big beach ball&lt;br /&gt;and prancing around like lunatics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SyDRiSPcChI/AAAAAAAAFWg/MvUad3ga7NI/s320/-+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413557139041683986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole gang headed to Junction 8 to buy&lt;br /&gt;breakfast for Day 3 and I was assigned to Snowy Owls (ahem)&lt;br /&gt;so YAY. That was the group that won the competition (:&lt;br /&gt;They bought tuna and chocolate milk&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;, yum-o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed back, evaluation and showers before bed (:&lt;br /&gt;This time 'sha and I slept in the girls dorm. Had to&lt;br /&gt;wake up every 10 minutes to ask someone to sleep and&lt;br /&gt;check what was that noise, stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;I loved doing that (: 'sha did most of it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to wake them up at 6.30, but me myself&lt;br /&gt;snoozed my 6 o'clock all the way to 6.45. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;OOPS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None were late though, had to assemble by 8 so had ample&lt;br /&gt;amount of time. (:&lt;br /&gt;They went off to their nature walk while 'sha and I&lt;br /&gt;rubbished around and when they came back, we headed&lt;br /&gt;back home, then I went out with Dad &amp;amp; bro for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SyC_cQ01PfI/AAAAAAAAFVw/-dERvYk2oeo/s320/-+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413537244373138930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after that was 'sha's birthday so stayed up&lt;br /&gt;till 12 to wish happy birthday before I fell asleep, then&lt;br /&gt;went to collect my phone at Causeway from servicing (YESSSS)&lt;br /&gt;and met 'sha at gombak, waiting for her uncle to come&lt;br /&gt;pick us up (:&lt;br /&gt;He drove all of us to a clubhouse to bowl, which I by the way,&lt;br /&gt;SUCK at. Not unknown but I just though I should tell you,&lt;br /&gt;just in case you wanted to know. Right. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Karaoke for a LONG TIME. Funn-ey (:&lt;br /&gt;Cut her chocolate cake. TEE HEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SyC_bWS-vzI/AAAAAAAAFVg/AXCr5FNGw0c/s320/-+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413537228661899058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SyC_aSGCfiI/AAAAAAAAFVQ/QgX243bSS7k/s320/-+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413537210354007586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the most memorable part for me was&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; laser quest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it looked scary from the screen cos on screen it was black and white,&lt;br /&gt;but really, the room had neon paintings and you could see&lt;br /&gt;the light from the starting point, so wasn't scary at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SyC_b2Ges3I/AAAAAAAAFVo/8xKoWjXowWg/s320/-+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413537237199401842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us had a gun and 'armor', ahem ahem, and ran around&lt;br /&gt;shooting lasers at each other. It was guys against girls.&lt;br /&gt;Guys won. Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;Then went for dinner at nearby kopitiam which had really&lt;br /&gt;good food, I totally just scoffed down a whole chicken. :X&lt;br /&gt;Then her uncle drove us back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SyC_a3g3CNI/AAAAAAAAFVY/OKhUjG1YFfg/s320/-+081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413537220398614738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got certificates someore leh! hahahaha (:&lt;br /&gt;I was completely sweating like a pig after that.&lt;br /&gt;20 minutes of running around shooting people is&lt;br /&gt;really fun but TIRING.&lt;br /&gt;At first we were all like "CHARGE! HIDE! THEY'RE THERE! NO HERE!"&lt;br /&gt;and after 10 minutes we completely just walked around with the gun&lt;br /&gt;in one hand pointing and pressing and panting. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;BUT IT WAS FUN NONETHELESS! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back home and was poofed out so fell asleep (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I'm going to bathe now before heading off&lt;br /&gt;to Orchard for New year shopping. Or just, shopping in general.&lt;br /&gt;BYE ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-1650797364090502350?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/1650797364090502350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=1650797364090502350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/1650797364090502350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/1650797364090502350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2009/12/hi-i-love-you-bye.html' title='Hi. I love you. Bye.'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SyDRkIXlyQI/AAAAAAAAFXA/ygI2fVJTb0k/s72-c/-+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-4327409819386857645</id><published>2009-12-04T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T00:44:28.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Malacca</title><content type='html'>It's 12.30 already, and I came back only 4 hours ago from&lt;br /&gt;my day Malaysia trip with the Netball girls.&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, super tired. Physically AND mentally.&lt;br /&gt;I can't really type much now cos I can't remember anything,&lt;br /&gt;plus tomorrow gotta wake up early cos Keisha, Kim and I are&lt;br /&gt;gonna help my mum out at Camp Christine with the brownies.&lt;br /&gt;Training them to become sixers.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, brownies. I miss those days.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm not gonna upload the photos that soon.&lt;br /&gt;I gotta take someore tomorrow. GOSH.&lt;br /&gt;Time, time, slipping through my fingers so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm falling through quick sand and I'm&lt;br /&gt;struggling, and falling quicker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to Jordan now. My psycho son.&lt;br /&gt;And arguing with BK on FB about which milk is better.&lt;br /&gt;Meiji, or Marigold. OBVIOUSLY MARIGOLD RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;Hel-lo? :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm high cos I'm so tired. That happens sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Had slight improvement in differentiating Shen Ting and&lt;br /&gt;Shen Khueen during Malacca trip. (: yay.&lt;br /&gt;Shen Khueen's the one I do the number 8 with our hips.&lt;br /&gt;And the one with candid shots.&lt;br /&gt;And the one who likes Cha Ye Dan. :D&lt;br /&gt;LIKE ME.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh was it fun. I'll upload some pics next time.&lt;br /&gt;Those who have my facebook, you can go check soon. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tons of love.&lt;br /&gt;Zenda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-4327409819386857645?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/4327409819386857645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=4327409819386857645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/4327409819386857645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/4327409819386857645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-from-malacca.html' title='Back from Malacca'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-6451213969641190252</id><published>2009-11-27T01:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T02:21:51.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pills</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm22/wonder_lick/happy-face.jpg" alt="Happy Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile when you're blue.&lt;br /&gt;Laugh when you wanna cry.&lt;br /&gt;It'll help you get through the another day.&lt;br /&gt;I know it helped me.&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh my gosh, I just want to type and type and type cos&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I'm feeling now.&lt;br /&gt;I remember me feeling sad somewhere along the line&lt;br /&gt;of 11-12.30pm, and then I just told myself to laugh, and I did,&lt;br /&gt;and now I don't know whether I'm happy or sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAY WHAT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to Keisha and Khairul just now.&lt;br /&gt;They've got me booked for next Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Another day to occupy myself.&lt;br /&gt;Talked to Khairul and told him my secret (SSSSSHHHHH).&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA, aww nuts. There goes that thingamajig.&lt;br /&gt;That was why I was sad I think.&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember. Played borderlands then cooked &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;steam eggs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Drank&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; chocolate milk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum.&lt;br /&gt;Played around with the guitar, surfed FB and youtube.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I'm so bored trying to distract myself. :/&lt;br /&gt;I suck. Big big time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to cry. but I won't, don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;(as if you would)&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for tomorrow to meet 'sha.&lt;br /&gt;I am so damn.... SHITTY NOW. "Excuse my french".&lt;br /&gt;Could someone just shoot me and put me out of my misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;How if I asked to shoot me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And they got the gun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hesitated, aimed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Got hit my a bird poop missile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lost aim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Shot me in my leg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I didn't die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And I became 'lame'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And I was trapped in the hospital for the rest of my life&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;That would suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to cry when I watch "Up". It's so sad...&lt;br /&gt;WHY DID SHE HAVE TO DIE?! Weep...&lt;br /&gt;I'm so so so so so so so so upset now. Self-control.&lt;br /&gt;Brad Doggett is awesome. Like way awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Just go youtube and search for him. Especially his&lt;br /&gt;self-composed songs, like "April". *Faints*.&lt;br /&gt;He's a really good (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOM. The damage is done so I guess I'll be leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to say, what you did.&lt;br /&gt;I already know. I found out from, HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I'm bored. 2.15 in the morning and I&lt;br /&gt;seriously can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Someone help... &lt;br /&gt;Damn it, I'll just go fiddle with some chords and&lt;br /&gt;take some pills to make me go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so damn emo.&lt;br /&gt;AM NOT. I rule... Hahahaha, kidding lah.&lt;br /&gt;*scoff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-6451213969641190252?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/6451213969641190252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=6451213969641190252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/6451213969641190252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/6451213969641190252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2009/11/pills.html' title='Pills'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-6065228171395308663</id><published>2009-11-25T14:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T17:35:00.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv44/lexic64/Eyes/Eye-5.jpg" alt="zombie eye Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I should really stop staring at people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I can't help it, I just want to try and see if I can figure out what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;they're thinking about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Not just girls. Guys too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm sorry. Sometimes I'm so weird that I scare myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Self-control is key.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In every aspect of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sadly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Before I start about the sports camp I just came back from,&lt;br /&gt;read this -&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; just a warning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, it's kind of weirdly retarded:  (found on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teletubbies"&gt;this link&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another incident in 1998, a girl's talking Po doll was thought to&lt;br /&gt;be saying "faggot faggot, faggot faggot, faggot faggot, bite my butt!",&lt;br /&gt;as well as "fatty, fatty". (Supporters of the interpretation of Tinky Winky&lt;br /&gt; as the gay pride symbol might take this as evidence.)&lt;br /&gt;The toy was recalled and it was revealed to have&lt;br /&gt;said "fidit, fidit," inspired by the Cantonese for "faster, faster."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I'm sorry again for finding that so amusing, I just do. HA (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched the show "Into the wild".&lt;br /&gt;Superly duperly unique and intriguing, kind of hard to&lt;br /&gt;understand, but you'd get it if you tried.&lt;br /&gt;It isn't as lame as it sounds. Currently watching "The reaping".&lt;br /&gt;Kind of creepy, but I've seen worse. Okay eew, scary.&lt;br /&gt;Eew, blood. Eew, music. Eew, secret passage way. Eew, witch symbol.&lt;br /&gt;Eew, behindyoubehindyoubehindyou. Dang freakin nabbit.&lt;br /&gt;Phew. It was just a psychotic girl that's bleeding all over.&lt;br /&gt;I am, WAS, eating subway cookies. They were major yums until&lt;br /&gt;I decided to freak myself out with an american horror.&lt;br /&gt;Lost my appetite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports camp was kinda okay. I'm sorry I don't have any pictures!~&lt;br /&gt;Didn't bring my camera and phones + wallets were all 'confiscated' cos&lt;br /&gt;we weren't supposed to be 'distracted'.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was fun. Sorta. Went for a 10-12 km trek with&lt;br /&gt;everyone. Rocks in my shoe, wet my right foot in the stream,&lt;br /&gt;uphill, downhill, sideways, longways... I'm gonna sound like Willa Wonka&lt;br /&gt;talking about his great glass elevator. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Watching reruns of American Idol now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night time was fun for a while before it got really cold&lt;br /&gt;and I started shivering cos I opened up my sleeping bag and&lt;br /&gt;used it as a base with Clarissa but I didn't have a blanket so&lt;br /&gt;it got a little chilly.  Showering was fine. Pfft, it was nice&lt;br /&gt;showering at night, lots of space and time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then had game challenge, building a toy robot&lt;br /&gt;out of styrofoam pieces.&lt;br /&gt;*Blush* Just remembered something. Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Push-ups, jumping jacks, starjumps, suicide drills,&lt;br /&gt;sit-ups, piggy-backing. I'm tired just typing it out.&lt;br /&gt;And in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;*Blush* Just remembered that thing again. ANYfreakinWAY,&lt;br /&gt;couldn't really concentrate... and was a bit high.&lt;br /&gt;It's really annoying when I'm high cos I make-up really weird&lt;br /&gt;words and sounds and I just can't shut up. Like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;After that small thing in the ISH and in the hall I really didn't feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;like going home. Didn't want to be too obvious so I grabbed my bags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and made a run for it. It won't be happening anytime soon again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cos. Nevermind. If I start, I'll never stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Flips hair* What-EVA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun lah. I'm gonna miss a whole bunch of peeps.&lt;br /&gt;You'll can always add me on FB. (:&lt;br /&gt;*weep weep* Aww well. In the meantime,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;BORDERLANDS! WOOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so not like me to get hyped up over a game but, COME ON,&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY, BORDERLANDS.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been this excited since like... Rockband.&lt;br /&gt;I sound so geeky. Cos I am. (:&lt;br /&gt;Ooo well, I haven't even bathed yet. No borderlands till that.&lt;br /&gt;Darn, I'm too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Be happy you're not beside me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Smells shirt...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Dies...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I've decided I'm gonna perform for my sec 4 graduation!&lt;br /&gt;WOOT. Hahahaha. It was a random thought, and I still have 3 years&lt;br /&gt;to practice, so HA!&lt;br /&gt;It's a maybe only, got tons of stuff to settle first.&lt;br /&gt;Like the big O's. GASP.&lt;br /&gt;3 years lah, chill. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Self-control. Self-control. :/&lt;br /&gt;Will reply tags next time. :D&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; BYE ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-6065228171395308663?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/6065228171395308663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=6065228171395308663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/6065228171395308663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/6065228171395308663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2009/11/sports-camp.html' title='Sports camp'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i668.photobucket.com/albums/vv44/lexic64/Eyes/th_Eye-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-5985233597101299243</id><published>2009-11-15T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T21:51:30.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SwADg6ioSFI/AAAAAAAAFUo/3psTfrSBI5Y/s1600-h/WEEKEND+FUN+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SwADg6ioSFI/AAAAAAAAFUo/3psTfrSBI5Y/s320/WEEKEND+FUN+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404323416849795154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;OMG, blog is soooooooo way way dead.&lt;br /&gt;Mostly my fault, I'm sorry my dear blog! I neglected you!&lt;br /&gt;Holidays now already. WOOT. Fast, huh. (:&lt;br /&gt;I went dancing today. HAHAHA Don't think too far.&lt;br /&gt;It's at Keisha's church, teen dance. Only for people 12-14.&lt;br /&gt;Went CRAZYYY and now my body's aching like siao.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thank God there's no netball tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;1 more day to rest. HEHEHEHE. Still need to take care of Mum,&lt;br /&gt;not sure whether she's fully recovered yet.&lt;br /&gt;She went for surgery you see, made me so bloody worried lah,&lt;br /&gt;but she's fine now.&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping and stuff, tons of stuff brought home.&lt;br /&gt;Getting new clothes for New years, nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;Been writing stories, gonna publish a book of short stories with&lt;br /&gt;my bro :D Fun Fun Fun, i'm only finished with my first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYhoo, i'll post next time. I'm scared I won't but&lt;br /&gt;I'll try. I'm super tired today, but it was a darn fun! :D&lt;br /&gt;DANCING RULES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TAG REPLIES&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wen Xin&lt;/u&gt;: REMOVED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Maddie&lt;/u&gt;: THANKS (: OVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Passerby&lt;/u&gt;: thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;HaoLie&lt;/u&gt;: GO AND DIE LAH HAO LIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jordan&lt;/u&gt;: :D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;RX&lt;/u&gt;: thanks (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cheryl&lt;/u&gt;: Yeah D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Isabel&lt;/u&gt;: LOL. YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jia Min&lt;/u&gt;: THANKS (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chloe&lt;/u&gt;: HAHAHA! AH WEE. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Shauna&lt;/u&gt;: thanks (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pamela: Hahahaha, hi (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-5985233597101299243?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/5985233597101299243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=5985233597101299243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/5985233597101299243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/5985233597101299243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2009/11/dance-dance.html' title='Dance Dance'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SwADg6ioSFI/AAAAAAAAFUo/3psTfrSBI5Y/s72-c/WEEKEND+FUN+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-4086552678237234076</id><published>2009-10-25T17:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T17:13:00.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEGA BANANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SuQWTfXeX0I/AAAAAAAAFUg/3G7R1UFm6d4/s1600-h/Mummy%27s+birthday+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SuQWTfXeX0I/AAAAAAAAFUg/3G7R1UFm6d4/s320/Mummy%27s+birthday+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396462777589980994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Left: Regular Banana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Right: Mega Banana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I DONT KNOW WHERE MY BRO FOUND IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We made it into banana smoothie. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Took like a week to finish everything. T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-4086552678237234076?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/4086552678237234076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=4086552678237234076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/4086552678237234076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/4086552678237234076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2009/10/mega-banana.html' title='MEGA BANANA'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SuQWTfXeX0I/AAAAAAAAFUg/3G7R1UFm6d4/s72-c/Mummy%27s+birthday+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-189089696124844189</id><published>2009-10-19T15:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T15:10:17.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C'div 09 :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/StwQr2MXZjI/AAAAAAAAFUY/vEUlKONa1qs/s1600-h/Joanna%27s+birthday+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/StwQr2MXZjI/AAAAAAAAFUY/vEUlKONa1qs/s320/Joanna%27s+birthday+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394204799150810674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I love you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-189089696124844189?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/189089696124844189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=189089696124844189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/189089696124844189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/189089696124844189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2009/10/cdiv-09-d.html' title='C&apos;div 09 :D'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/StwQr2MXZjI/AAAAAAAAFUY/vEUlKONa1qs/s72-c/Joanna%27s+birthday+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-700299374581988129</id><published>2009-10-14T12:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T14:38:19.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mum's birthday/ New blog :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://thebluecalculator.tumblr.com/"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No it's not website for perverts or game site for geeks.&lt;br /&gt;Yep. It finally happened. I'm creating a new blog.&lt;br /&gt;Not saying I won't post here.&lt;br /&gt;Also not saying I feel like posting here anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Sad face.&lt;br /&gt;but I'm not gonna delete this blog.&lt;br /&gt;I've had since I was p5.&lt;br /&gt;I'm posting now, if you go now, it probably&lt;br /&gt;won't be updated yet :D&lt;br /&gt;It won't be like this blog though.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just thinking too much now adays and&lt;br /&gt;I really want to write it down somewhere, and&lt;br /&gt;writing has become too much of a chore to me,&lt;br /&gt;so - there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't even know about tumblr.com if it&lt;br /&gt;wasn't for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;JAS :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Her blog links down there&lt;br /&gt;if you wanna go check it out :D&lt;br /&gt;I love her blog. It's super unusually luring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Mum turned __ this year :D&lt;br /&gt;Can't say the age. Women don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;I'm 13! See? it's so easy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/StVdTLfUpKI/AAAAAAAAFUQ/PUqyhmgngEk/s1600-h/04102009274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/StVdTLfUpKI/AAAAAAAAFUQ/PUqyhmgngEk/s320/04102009274.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392318712929100962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/StVdHcCngJI/AAAAAAAAFUI/K6JJZfGyRnw/s1600-h/04102009275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/StVdHcCngJI/AAAAAAAAFUI/K6JJZfGyRnw/s320/04102009275.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392318511213674642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/StVdG4p5hHI/AAAAAAAAFUA/SThbnT1ZuUo/s1600-h/Mummy%27s+birthday+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/StVdG4p5hHI/AAAAAAAAFUA/SThbnT1ZuUo/s320/Mummy%27s+birthday+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392318501714756722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/StVdGF-UlhI/AAAAAAAAFT4/fclQsNDxJN0/s1600-h/Mummy%27s+birthday+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/StVdGF-UlhI/AAAAAAAAFT4/fclQsNDxJN0/s320/Mummy%27s+birthday+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392318488110208530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/StVdFu_sjGI/AAAAAAAAFTw/Tw6Wi6uhHN4/s1600-h/Mummy%27s+birthday+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/StVdFu_sjGI/AAAAAAAAFTw/Tw6Wi6uhHN4/s320/Mummy%27s+birthday+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392318481941957730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/StVdFHENCAI/AAAAAAAAFTo/56I-bK_kHwc/s1600-h/Mummy%27s+birthday+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/StVdFHENCAI/AAAAAAAAFTo/56I-bK_kHwc/s320/Mummy%27s+birthday+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392318471223445506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living room scattered for balloons.&lt;br /&gt;Super delightful seafood dinner.&lt;br /&gt;D24 Durian Cake. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA.&lt;br /&gt;I won't be posting for a while more.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to work out my other blog :D&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you guys should go check it out?&lt;br /&gt;Just note : it's nothing like this blog,&lt;br /&gt;but anyways. It's just thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;If&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-700299374581988129?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/700299374581988129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=700299374581988129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/700299374581988129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/700299374581988129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2009/10/mums-birthday-new-blog-d.html' title='Mum&apos;s birthday/ New blog :D'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/StVdTLfUpKI/AAAAAAAAFUQ/PUqyhmgngEk/s72-c/04102009274.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-2580580052332462564</id><published>2009-09-28T18:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:40:35.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry me a river</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SsCWINkkeQI/AAAAAAAAFTg/SFilqoQO6fk/s1600-h/27092009273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SsCWINkkeQI/AAAAAAAAFTg/SFilqoQO6fk/s320/27092009273.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386470222161279234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm holding a stick of clouds in my hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but they won't move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I think they died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday went to Rollerblade with my brother&lt;br /&gt;while he jogged. He jogs faster than me.&lt;br /&gt;Says a lot about how fast I blade. HAHAHA (:&lt;br /&gt;Fell twice, not major injuries.&lt;br /&gt;Just cuts and bruises here and there.&lt;br /&gt;People were staring at me cos everytime&lt;br /&gt;I fell, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'd laugh&lt;/span&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much worth talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning (all mondays), school&lt;br /&gt;started 1 hour later than usual.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up earlier than I could have (as usual)&lt;br /&gt;went to school. Met Illa to finish our&lt;br /&gt;homework :X Then the rest arrived.&lt;br /&gt;Crapped with Bella and the sec 5s&lt;br /&gt;till the bell rung. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Funny, funny, funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a guitar pick today. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but I'm only keeping it till it's needed again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. Hahaha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art - FUN&lt;br /&gt;MT - realized exams were SO near.&lt;br /&gt;Geog - BAD as USUAL. (Mr Singgam sucks :D)&lt;br /&gt;CM - Microsoft excel, AsknLearn quiz, facebook :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to grandma's place.&lt;br /&gt;Train-ed with WanTing talking about retarded stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's my day ya'll. awesome? I know. Hahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft, gotta stay back for Maths sup. Tomorrow and wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;:X GAH.&lt;br /&gt;It's for my own sake. ):&lt;br /&gt;THANK GOD it's gonna be all over soon.&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine what the O's are gonna be like.&lt;br /&gt;Yikes. Anyhoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go finish up my homework.&lt;br /&gt;and study a bit more before I chill :\&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. Exams. Sigh someore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-2580580052332462564?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/2580580052332462564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=2580580052332462564&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/2580580052332462564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/2580580052332462564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2009/09/cry-me-river.html' title='Cry me a river'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SsCWINkkeQI/AAAAAAAAFTg/SFilqoQO6fk/s72-c/27092009273.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-4655247287157584522</id><published>2009-09-26T14:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T14:48:55.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday little boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAVAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to grandma's house yesterday after school.&lt;br /&gt;(Not like it has anything to do with anything but&lt;br /&gt;I had cramps all the way till 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;It hurt like freaking hell. On with the post.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Celebrated little cousin's 8th birthday yesterday (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So grown up already! Felt a little teary eyed.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, I still remember him pretending a pillow&lt;br /&gt;was a horse. Hahaha. x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my lunch, showered and rested&lt;br /&gt;till about 5.30 before my bro, mum and&lt;br /&gt;cousin arrived.&lt;br /&gt;Basically to wrap it all up, cake, donuts,&lt;br /&gt;chocolate ice-cream, nothing less than that.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/Sr2xHcLQNOI/AAAAAAAAFTY/y5IS34LxlgQ/s320/25092009267.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385655470785574114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/Sr2xG7hJLFI/AAAAAAAAFTQ/-xch1BoZfY0/s320/25092009269.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385655462019017810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/Sr2xGY5kMYI/AAAAAAAAFTI/NwNtk2GSTj4/s320/25092009271.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385655452726210946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/Sr2xFzQ2IHI/AAAAAAAAFTA/_C5b6IuXgks/s320/9535_1233403880946_1404631822_693270_7562240_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385655442623307890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/Sr2xFvyjV7I/AAAAAAAAFS4/KvTsXFum-EU/s320/9535_1233403960948_1404631822_693272_2764824_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385655441690941362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only realized that Cavan was wearing the&lt;br /&gt;same t-shirt for his 7th birthday while I&lt;br /&gt;was scrolling through my photos. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, before everything, bro and I were&lt;br /&gt;in aunt's room with Cavan just goofing around&lt;br /&gt;and we played the story making game where&lt;br /&gt;each of us took turns to write a sentence, fold the paper,&lt;br /&gt;and weren't allowed to read anything else till&lt;br /&gt;everything was done. So here's the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;REMINDER :&lt;/span&gt; we did not know what the hell&lt;br /&gt;everyone was writing about.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;G - bro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;B - Cavan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R - me&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Once upon a time, there was a boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;His name was Greg Heffley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;He rode a donkey that had one eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;and he died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;He was stupid and couldn't even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;different shape (differentiate) a bed and a mattress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;He jumped off a mountain because there was no chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;and he died again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;One day he wet his pants and called "Mum, blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;came out of my cuckoo bird"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;He ate a cockroach on accident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;and the fairy god mother sprinkled fairy dust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:courier new;" &gt;over the magic rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;His sister said, "a cuckoo bird crawled into his pants!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;She gave a big laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;and they lived happily ever after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't that an awesome story?&lt;br /&gt;I laughed like crazy when I read it.&lt;br /&gt;So did my brother and my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;Then they went on to draw power rangers&lt;br /&gt;and other stupid stuff. HAHAHAHA (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tag replies&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Maddie&lt;/u&gt;: Hahah, they were nice (:&lt;br /&gt;To make you drool obviously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cheryl&lt;/u&gt;: HAHAHA! AGREED&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT GETTING PRETTIER. you are. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Isabelle&lt;/u&gt;: Thanks (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pamela&lt;/u&gt;: hey mei, thanks (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Amanda&lt;/u&gt;: YEAH LOR! Haha, love you too manda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;V&lt;/u&gt;: unfortunately... it is V... ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Josh&lt;/u&gt;: hahaha, thanks. I KNOW IT DOES! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jordan&lt;/u&gt;: YEAH MAN IT ROCKS.  I can't wait to see reactions.&lt;br /&gt;Hi guy who overuses deo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Shanchih&lt;/u&gt;: I know it is, hahah (: but it died T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Vernice&lt;/u&gt;: Kay, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Clarabelle&lt;/u&gt;: (: Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rachel&lt;/u&gt;: hahaha. no problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-4655247287157584522?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/4655247287157584522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=4655247287157584522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/4655247287157584522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/4655247287157584522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-little-boy.html' title='Happy birthday little boy'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/Sr2xHcLQNOI/AAAAAAAAFTY/y5IS34LxlgQ/s72-c/25092009267.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-1150052526066103130</id><published>2009-09-23T19:05:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:42:05.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salad 60 x)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SroRbdUFuVI/AAAAAAAAFSw/IP7JYgN1fjs/s320/Me+and+my+guitar+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384635467897878866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Just me and my guitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can't describe to you how packed I am right now.&lt;br /&gt;Yet here I am blogging (: Weird, huh.&lt;br /&gt;Bad day to be busy. I didn't get a single wink of shut-eye&lt;br /&gt;last night. My toe nail, which was already injured,&lt;br /&gt;got knocked on again while I was sleeping, and it&lt;br /&gt;hurt like HELL. I couldn't sleep after that.&lt;br /&gt;Sad. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been feeling like snoozing the whole day. I will soon.&lt;br /&gt;After all this junk is done. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got pictures for you guys. On monday (hol)&lt;br /&gt;Wan Lin came over to do our Home Econ. project (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SroRCSd5pLI/AAAAAAAAFSo/yB88XJeMVzs/s320/Me+and+my+guitar+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384635035489510578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SroRBiqnOoI/AAAAAAAAFSg/r5mIf1bfwP0/s320/Me+and+my+guitar+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384635022657927810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SroRBKx-8DI/AAAAAAAAFSY/QTm4APisI7E/s320/Me+and+my+guitar+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384635016246390834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SroRAQ8YWdI/AAAAAAAAFSQ/EVEbgocbyIo/s320/Me+and+my+guitar+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384635000720742866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SroQ_-VqeEI/AAAAAAAAFSI/PF-OndIRTGw/s320/Me+and+my+guitar+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384634995726514242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically we were supposed to do a&lt;br /&gt;nutritious AND delicious salad for the project.&lt;br /&gt;So here's the end result! &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SroPOzX2REI/AAAAAAAAFR4/6QvtpD2EDsQ/s320/Me+and+my+guitar+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384633051457668162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken in home econs. class after&lt;br /&gt;we were graded. Tasted g-OOOOD.&lt;br /&gt;Boiled potatoes with red apples and chopped&lt;br /&gt;up boiled egg whites topped with cheese on&lt;br /&gt;a butterhead, along with sticks of graped and strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;We finished it in less than 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Took a lot of effort but Wan Lin helped a LOT. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take pictures when I'm bored in class, OKAY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SroPPUbIO3I/AAAAAAAAFSA/ZX0lirMk3x8/s320/Me+and+my+guitar+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384633060329798514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SroPOOU78tI/AAAAAAAAFRw/4TI3cPUuAsg/s320/Me+and+my+guitar+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384633041513345746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SroPNSSbbJI/AAAAAAAAFRo/TkWAi88tpL8/s320/Me+and+my+guitar+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384633025396698258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SroPM2hJ5WI/AAAAAAAAFRg/mX1ksi5q4wg/s320/Me+and+my+guitar+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384633017942271330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me introduce you to 2 sides of the class.&lt;br /&gt;In the right corner! The 2 snoozers! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SroN6Hq8bKI/AAAAAAAAFRY/sQxvgzaHDZA/s320/Me+and+my+guitar+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384631596617591970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the left corner! The guys&lt;br /&gt;who really overuse deodorant. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SroN5ZdABkI/AAAAAAAAFRQ/nYUhhxNOdGg/s320/Me+and+my+guitar+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384631584211076674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; in front of me is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SroN4zrePRI/AAAAAAAAFRI/5lJ_ZP3Mcl0/s320/Me+and+my+guitar+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384631574071229714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanes Tay Ling Li.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;After school went to Botak Jones with&lt;br /&gt;Vanes and Wen Xin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WenXin requested immediate delete of this photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It wasn't bad at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's probably just blog shy. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SroN3qbnl6I/AAAAAAAAFQ4/LweCr8T1cbw/s320/23092009260.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384631554408945570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of them had fish and chips, I had&lt;br /&gt;a super yummy Caesar salad (:&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to playground beside there&lt;br /&gt;and talked for about an hour before I&lt;br /&gt;headed back home (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew... My arms hurt.&lt;br /&gt;My legs hurt.&lt;br /&gt;My eyebrows hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I need some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I'll reply tags next time! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-1150052526066103130?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/1150052526066103130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=1150052526066103130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/1150052526066103130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/1150052526066103130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2009/09/salad-60-x.html' title='Salad 60 x)'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SroRbdUFuVI/AAAAAAAAFSw/IP7JYgN1fjs/s72-c/Me+and+my+guitar+050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-9033037871696274392</id><published>2009-09-19T15:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T14:18:46.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freE-BAY</title><content type='html'>I am bloated.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I just consumed about&lt;br /&gt;800 calories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;More than that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when I started counting calories&lt;br /&gt;(probably when Home economics started)&lt;br /&gt;but I just started.&lt;br /&gt;Fish and chips + Macs Iced tea.&lt;br /&gt;and a slice of cheese cake.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh sigh sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed back on Friday after&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DeepaRaya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;( don't ask) celebration.&lt;br /&gt;Magician named Kyle Ravin came to&lt;br /&gt;CTSS to perform during the celebration.&lt;br /&gt;Have no idea how it links besides the fact&lt;br /&gt;that he's indian. Uh.&lt;br /&gt;He knows how to get people's attention, that's&lt;br /&gt;for sure, but a lot of people figured out some of&lt;br /&gt;his tricks. That's a thumbs down.&lt;br /&gt;Also a lot of dancing and singing. We stayed&lt;br /&gt;in the whole for 2 hours before we were released.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. &gt;&lt;   &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SrSKwJPM6oI/AAAAAAAAFQw/FaI0gifR_sI/s320/18092009243.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383080014332619394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SrSKvroPkgI/AAAAAAAAFQo/HeQSs9G6VZ4/s320/18092009245.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383080006384587266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SrSKvH8mVjI/AAAAAAAAFQg/_T1hvatY6wM/s320/18092009241.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383079996806288946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SrSDoU4VgZI/AAAAAAAAFQY/muzJ32U9I8M/s320/18092009232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383072183437590930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SrSDnzR_qmI/AAAAAAAAFQQ/jbW0G2A_GKc/s320/18092009248.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383072174418405986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can only imagine what would be inside the&lt;br /&gt;"Taylor Lautner - first aid kit".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D Both of us just listened to music and played&lt;br /&gt;with our phone games. Lasted us for about&lt;br /&gt;like... 3 hours. LOL&lt;br /&gt;It was fun (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went out with 'sha for usuals.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really eat much though :X&lt;br /&gt;We went to buy her handphone pouch,&lt;br /&gt;then popular to buy my stuff,&lt;br /&gt;and after a cheese dog, walked home with&lt;br /&gt;her from yew tee. Super tired after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SrSDnSVZxMI/AAAAAAAAFQI/zMxlncjSSzA/s320/18092009251.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383072165574329538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SrSDnCalkpI/AAAAAAAAFQA/x2V2tyGvAww/s320/18092009252.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383072161301107346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SrSDmjJxaiI/AAAAAAAAFP4/1EPSaAkuoT4/s320/18092009249.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383072152909081122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'m surfing E-Bay now.&lt;br /&gt;Tons of steals there, recommended to&lt;br /&gt;everyone whose parents have credit&lt;br /&gt;cards. HAHAHA, kidding kidding,&lt;br /&gt;but the stuff there ARE quite cheap&lt;br /&gt;if you search around. (:&lt;br /&gt;'m looking for clothes mostly,&lt;br /&gt;bro wants to buy this duperly cool&lt;br /&gt;chess set for my lil cousin (Who rocks at chess)&lt;br /&gt;for his birthday. x]&lt;br /&gt;E-bay rules. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;gonna continue surfing,&lt;br /&gt;i think I'm gonna get addicted real soon,&lt;br /&gt;and crazy if I don't get the stuff I liked. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-9033037871696274392?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/9033037871696274392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=9033037871696274392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/9033037871696274392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/9033037871696274392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2009/09/free-bay.html' title='freE-BAY'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SrSKwJPM6oI/AAAAAAAAFQw/FaI0gifR_sI/s72-c/18092009243.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-1200270425572802190</id><published>2009-09-14T13:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T14:19:06.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Replace Replace Replace</title><content type='html'>(: Finally got to posting. *Phew*&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd never do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Exams coming up soon&lt;/span&gt;. *Sad face*.&lt;br /&gt;Study hard all... Don't postpone it.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE I DO.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No netball for the next 3-4 weeks cos of exams...&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, took some pictures with my phone the&lt;br /&gt;other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SrIc7VvfCzI/AAAAAAAAFPw/OazClauVDfY/s320/NB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382396310435334962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SrIc6q2DiDI/AAAAAAAAFPo/35KUKcJL5xc/s320/NB+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382396298920167474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SrIc6FNjjVI/AAAAAAAAFPg/nMfCw72s7Ck/s320/NB+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382396288818187602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shot in the last picture was&lt;br /&gt;by Clarissa (:&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, CT C'div went for carnival&lt;br /&gt;last sat at NIE.&lt;br /&gt;We improved as we progressed on but&lt;br /&gt;last game was a bit off.&lt;br /&gt;They tried REALLY hard though (:&lt;br /&gt;They were good sports, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Screamed 'till I almost lost my voice. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday went to grandma's condo&lt;br /&gt;for dinner and all. Wienna and cavan (cousins)&lt;br /&gt;came. Haha, hadn't seen them in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;AGES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I mean MONTHS. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I went downstairs with them to the playground,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;played ping-pong at the clubhouse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;then went to the playground and fought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;invisible body guards and pretended that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the slide was a dungeon. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then we went around shooting demons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;with our MEGA BLASTERS AND ARMOR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;We've still got our first aunt to kill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;She kidnapped us 'cos she's mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Judging by the way we killed her bodyguards,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;we can take her down no sweat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah okay. I go a little haywire&lt;br /&gt;when I play these games, but it's&lt;br /&gt;fun. So nostalgic. Can you imagine&lt;br /&gt;I used to do that everyday with them&lt;br /&gt;before dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Had english oral today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needed to present a presentation&lt;br /&gt;on the topic 'Singapore and Me'.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Linda Lim graded me.&lt;br /&gt;We needed a proper script and&lt;br /&gt;a powerpoint slide with maximum 5 slides.&lt;br /&gt;HARD.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I did fairly okay.&lt;br /&gt;Was impressed by some people (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Thanks for all the encouragement (:&lt;br /&gt;I was nervous like heck.&lt;br /&gt;Stuttered for 1 or 2 words, but the&lt;br /&gt;rest went quite well. Only thing I'm&lt;br /&gt;worried about is whether I was out of&lt;br /&gt;point. Yikes. That would suck big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Friday ya'll!&lt;br /&gt;No Monday blues next week thanks&lt;br /&gt;to Hari Raya (:&lt;br /&gt;Happy Hari Raya everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know whether that's the way to&lt;br /&gt;say it but, ya know (:&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow meeting 'sha for usuals&lt;br /&gt;and Monday Wan Lin should be coming&lt;br /&gt;over to test our new recipe for&lt;br /&gt;Home Economics cos tuesday's our test!&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck guys. x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and tons of people's birthdays&lt;br /&gt;have past, didn't get a chance to wish&lt;br /&gt;them happy birthday, so to everyone&lt;br /&gt;who just had their birthday,&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY! :D&lt;br /&gt;Matt's birthday is on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;So sorry I can't make it to Sentosa&lt;br /&gt;with you guys. ):&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Matt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys'll be celebrating children's&lt;br /&gt;day with me even though we're&lt;br /&gt;not supposed to anymore T.T Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighties. I'll post&lt;br /&gt;up some other pictures next time (:&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-1200270425572802190?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/1200270425572802190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=1200270425572802190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/1200270425572802190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/1200270425572802190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2009/09/replace-replace-replace.html' title='Replace Replace Replace'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/SrIc7VvfCzI/AAAAAAAAFPw/OazClauVDfY/s72-c/NB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-3652401356383990706</id><published>2009-09-01T20:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T21:45:31.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven knows I've fallen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/Sp0VlhHd-mI/AAAAAAAAFPY/mQYr9H-IOmA/s320/DRESSES+day+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376477264439278178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;meet Moo Moo, my new school companion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pokky died. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;HEY fellow computer addicts. (:&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately/Unfortunately I'm not really a computer&lt;br /&gt;addict anymore. Haven't been spending much time&lt;br /&gt;on the computer.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Isn't that a shocker? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, It's 8.30 pm on a Tuesday which is&lt;br /&gt;actually, as all of you know, TEACHER'S DAY!&lt;br /&gt;Although &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't really give a flying fart in space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I used to make a big hoo-ha about it.&lt;br /&gt;Cards and presents flying all over. I mean YES,&lt;br /&gt;I still love some of my teachers and APPRECIATE&lt;br /&gt;all they've done for me, but this year just doesn't&lt;br /&gt;have the same PANG as it does last time, but still.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY TEACHER'S DAY (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I didn't give a gift or visit any of you guys.&lt;br /&gt;I will next year, pinky promise. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start with Friday yeap.&lt;br /&gt;Mum didn't want me to go out cos of&lt;br /&gt;my toe (...and it might get infected and it might&lt;br /&gt;hurt and it might need to be injected and it might&lt;br /&gt;eventually be amputated - not joking, and blah blah...)&lt;br /&gt;and Keish' had a headache since morning so&lt;br /&gt;instead of going out like we usually do on Fridays,&lt;br /&gt;she just stayed over and we baked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was blowing bubbles before she came over.&lt;br /&gt;Really windy that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem. We watched a bit of teevee and then&lt;br /&gt;went downstairs to buy ingredients first.&lt;br /&gt;(Can anyone tell me whats a cream shortener? 0_o)&lt;br /&gt;Then we proceeded (Since when did this become&lt;br /&gt;situational writing?) to mix everything together.&lt;br /&gt;Actually in the beginning it looked all disgusting&lt;br /&gt;cos it was watery with little chunks of who knows what&lt;br /&gt;in it, but when we added the flour and cocoa, it&lt;br /&gt;became much fluffier. Looked like nutella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/Sp0SdyTI-_I/AAAAAAAAFPQ/SbCqL-i0p20/s1600-h/DRESSES+day+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/Sp0SdyTI-_I/AAAAAAAAFPQ/SbCqL-i0p20/s320/DRESSES+day+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376473833077799922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looked much nicer in reality. Swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/Sp0SdWFZdqI/AAAAAAAAFPI/qLKrdVgvhZA/s1600-h/DRESSES+day+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/Sp0SdWFZdqI/AAAAAAAAFPI/qLKrdVgvhZA/s320/DRESSES+day+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376473825503966882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keisha. LAUGHS.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me. I don't really know either. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/Sp0Scy6uj9I/AAAAAAAAFPA/G68iTJxWaH8/s1600-h/DRESSES+day+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/Sp0Scy6uj9I/AAAAAAAAFPA/G68iTJxWaH8/s320/DRESSES+day+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376473816063971282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/Sp0ScJc0UiI/AAAAAAAAFO4/pFpiKRPD5IE/s1600-h/DRESSES+day+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/Sp0ScJc0UiI/AAAAAAAAFO4/pFpiKRPD5IE/s320/DRESSES+day+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376473804932665890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really bother taking pictures of&lt;br /&gt;the batter 'cos I was too busy sifting flour&lt;br /&gt;really professionally. Ahem ahem.&lt;br /&gt;Cleaned up the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;afterwards (Not really well, I might add)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the kitchen chaos, went to watch&lt;br /&gt;a movie in my room. I couldn't stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;My brother came in and tried to bother us&lt;br /&gt;and I just sat on him and jumped on his butt&lt;br /&gt;and pushed him out, all my weight on the fats&lt;br /&gt;on his stomach. (:&lt;br /&gt;And then he came in again and I gave up so&lt;br /&gt;the 3 of us just sat there laughing at all the weird&lt;br /&gt;people on teevee just 'cos there was nothing&lt;br /&gt;nice on. Slept at 4 in the morn'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher's day performances in CTSS gave&lt;br /&gt;me a completely new perspective of how it should be.&lt;br /&gt;(: Whole of 1a1 (MINUS JING WEI AND JOEL... *grits teeth*)&lt;br /&gt;was wearing class tee. I'll show it to you guys next time.&lt;br /&gt;Performance was extremely entertaining (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;): I'm gonna have to sleep in 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I still haven't taken dinner. And shower.&lt;br /&gt;I know, it makes me sick too.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not allowed to wear shoes for the next 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Sneakers not allowed also.&lt;br /&gt;Which also means slippers to school for the next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;2 weeks.&lt;/span&gt; T.T&lt;br /&gt;I want to slit myself. *Slit slit slit*.&lt;br /&gt;I can't even attend netball for the next 2 weeks,&lt;br /&gt;but that doesn't mean I can't GO for netball. HA.&lt;br /&gt;I'll still be there, I'm just not allowed to do anything&lt;br /&gt;that is linked to FEET. Doc' said if I don't listen&lt;br /&gt;to him (THEY HAVE TO BE NAGGY, DON'T THEY?)&lt;br /&gt;it might take a whole year. Ouch right?&lt;br /&gt;I know. ILshoes. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro' cooked scrambled eggs this morning.&lt;br /&gt;They tasted... weirder than usual. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;My finger tips hurt cos I've been holding the guitar&lt;br /&gt;for a third of today. Trying new songs.&lt;br /&gt;Can't seem to get them completely right, so&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glue-ing myself to the guitar until I do.&lt;br /&gt;And my throat hurts too. 've been singing the&lt;br /&gt;whole day WHILE playing the guitar. So, there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm obsessed with weekends. I'm weirded out by myself.&lt;br /&gt;3 more days everyone! (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; next week's 1 week holiday for me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CHIONG THROUGH THIS WEEK EVERYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-3652401356383990706?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/3652401356383990706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=3652401356383990706&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/3652401356383990706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/3652401356383990706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2009/09/heaven-knows-ive-fallen.html' title='Heaven knows I&apos;ve fallen'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/Sp0VlhHd-mI/AAAAAAAAFPY/mQYr9H-IOmA/s72-c/DRESSES+day+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-7000310960215191289</id><published>2009-08-24T13:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T14:03:46.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flip.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="eastereggs Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh53/dellitt/painted-easter-eggs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;'m in the com lab. 'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;'m wondering about stuff.&lt;br /&gt;'m shaking my leg crazy.&lt;br /&gt;'m upset that facebook is banned.&lt;br /&gt;'m bored.&lt;br /&gt;'m wishing I could go home.&lt;br /&gt;'m wishing to talk to family.&lt;br /&gt;'m wanting to play rockband.&lt;br /&gt;'m hating school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenda.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-7000310960215191289?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/7000310960215191289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=7000310960215191289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/7000310960215191289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/7000310960215191289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2009/08/flip.html' title='Flip.'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4324329057357730113.post-277446729174337885</id><published>2009-08-18T17:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T18:25:22.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phrase of the day: Goopy head blood</title><content type='html'>*Gives weird face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SCHOOL WAS FUN TODAY&lt;/span&gt;. I am not kidding (:&lt;br /&gt;but lemme post up outing with Keish' first. (:&lt;br /&gt;Went to have dinner then went to our usual area,&lt;br /&gt;only to find that some poly/jc crammers were at&lt;br /&gt;our bench, so we settled uncomfortably somewhere&lt;br /&gt;else. It felt really weird, seriously, and 'sha kept&lt;br /&gt;running from the dogs and cats that were passing by.&lt;br /&gt;*LAUGHS* I fell in love with this white dog that&lt;br /&gt;kept licking me. Cute cute cute. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ANY-hoos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us wore dresses that day. Cue screaming.&lt;br /&gt;Bought them during our shopping spree. HA.&lt;br /&gt;I had the deflated clappers in my bag and accidentally&lt;br /&gt;ripped one of them, played around with them and ended&lt;br /&gt;up taking pictures with them as a belt. 'sha said they looked nice. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/Sop2eOU1X4I/AAAAAAAAFOw/H4JBdl0wZOo/s320/DRESSES+day+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371235767206371202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/Sop2dohDAUI/AAAAAAAAFOo/YEneLQKnf7s/s320/DRESSES+day+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371235757057048898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'sha tried the white clapper.&lt;br /&gt;It looks surprisingly similar to a belt, doesn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/Sop2dGnrnPI/AAAAAAAAFOg/U1KLuOhz48g/s320/DRESSES+day+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371235747958070514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'sha posing with her dress.&lt;br /&gt;It was dang hard for me to take this&lt;br /&gt;picture bending down with a dress ._.&lt;br /&gt;At least I made her legs look long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we started to take pictures and&lt;br /&gt;realized there's this effect with all the lights&lt;br /&gt;around us combined + the fact that it was&lt;br /&gt;at night, and we got addicted to it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/Sop2B4zhO9I/AAAAAAAAFOQ/ky4bgwp_PXU/s320/DRESSES+day+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371235280393157586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/Sop2BhMXVXI/AAAAAAAAFOI/hv9KMU2ELNk/s320/DRESSES+day+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371235274054915442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/Sop2BJCsC-I/AAAAAAAAFOA/NiX7Cl9eVPY/s320/DRESSES+day+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371235267571878882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N8TKPg_A_fc/Sop2As4soVI/AAAAAAAAFN4/iwa5NMo7d3s/s320/DRESSES+day+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371235260013781330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHA. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then ran home cos it was creepy out,&lt;br /&gt;and talked on the phone with her while&lt;br /&gt;watching the same show on teevee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I got a cut on my forehead.&lt;br /&gt;Not scratch cut.&lt;br /&gt;Cut as in &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;blood&lt;/span&gt; going &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*GLOOPGLOOPSPSHSPSHSPLASH*!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kind of thing (:&lt;br /&gt;IT'S SO COOL, I'm not trying to make myself sound&lt;br /&gt;retarded, it's just I've always been amazed by blood,&lt;br /&gt;scary, hell yes, but it's so... red. and. flow-y. (?)&lt;br /&gt;It just flowed down my forehead for 2 minutes straight&lt;br /&gt;while I rushed to the general office, being stared at by...&lt;br /&gt;everyone. ._.&lt;br /&gt;It's just cool. It's like water. but red, and it smells like metal.&lt;br /&gt;Like a tap :D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, general office clerk sort of didn't dare to&lt;br /&gt;touch the blood ._. so she just made me do everything&lt;br /&gt;myself, &amp;amp; she said she could tell I eat good food cos of&lt;br /&gt;the amount of blood spewing out! HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked around with a bandage on my head and a&lt;br /&gt;bloody t-shirt (literally -.-) the whole day. Got stared&lt;br /&gt;at by the 1000000 people on the train. Great, huh.&lt;br /&gt;Been feeling woozy the whole day, but I'm just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Unfortunately for you guys, I'm still alive. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang on there people!&lt;br /&gt;School year's almost over. I am not getting your hopes up,&lt;br /&gt;cos it really is. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;41 days left!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not including weekends and holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SO JUST HANG ON! &lt;/span&gt;It's almost over! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenda. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;TAG REPLIES&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cheryl&lt;/u&gt;: Yep, sure (:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, yeah. he said you were an emo person. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pamela&lt;/u&gt;: Thanks (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Verelle&lt;/u&gt;: OMG. GRATZ! Celebrate with a hot fudge sundae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jean Paul&lt;/u&gt;: Their stories written on a website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Maddie&lt;/u&gt;: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Shareen&lt;/u&gt; : *wide eyes* WHEN?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Isabelle&lt;/u&gt;: haha, tons of people try to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Vernice&lt;/u&gt;: Thanks (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Isabel&lt;/u&gt;: Thank God someone else experienced it, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cheryl&lt;/u&gt;: YEAP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4324329057357730113-277446729174337885?l=cherryblossom33.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/feeds/277446729174337885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4324329057357730113&amp;postID=277446729174337885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/277446729174337885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4324329057357730113/posts/default/277446729174337885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cherryblossom33.blogspot.com/2009/08/phrase-of-day-goopy-head-blood.html' title='Phrase of the day: Goopy head blood'/><author><name>ZENDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11689420518979239303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yRyjMMqBs/TrJUTRZNDqI/AAAAAAAAGbU/etvrnN7hL7s/s220/-%2B003.jpg'/></author
