<?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-4716806439638318713</id><updated>2011-08-02T22:12:13.828+01:00</updated><category term='secrets:)'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='birthdays'/><category term='travels'/><category term='memory lane'/><category term='daily nothings'/><category term='nights out'/><category term='random'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='videos'/><category term='emotional'/><category term='educational gripes'/><category term='bitchy'/><category term='thoughts to ponder'/><title type='text'>blue seas blue skies</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-2238504679390027605</id><published>2009-10-24T03:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T03:50:11.570+01:00</updated><title type='text'>the end of the beginning...?</title><content type='html'>Starting this blog was a symbol of a new chapter in my life.A chapter which started in my first year of uni, sans the boyfriend, sans my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now in my third and final (!!) Year of uni, with a boyfriend of 1 year and a little bit more than 2/3 of a year.with a lot of new friends whom I treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you come to this point in your life where you start to wonder "where do I go from here?what do I do now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sidebar states that I am 19.oh for a time turner. Being 21 honestly takes a toll on you, one simple situation showing that is how my legs start to hurt after 2 hours in high heels when I used to be able to dance for way longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so much more adultfied now lol! I miss being able to act stupid and dumb AND actually have a bloody excuse for it. Now its all oh you're an adult now better act responsibly yadda yadda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I feel another crossroad in my life. Roads will diverge again soon. Which road should I take?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I have the courage to make the right choice, not the easy one? I don't know really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things I still want to do, and now, weirdly, I feel too old to do somethings.is that how getting old feels like?yerrh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final year is so important to me, don't want anything to screw it up. How do I choose??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Time will definitely take its course anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I say: come lahhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry random post I know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xx enz xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-2238504679390027605?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/2238504679390027605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=2238504679390027605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/2238504679390027605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/2238504679390027605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2009/10/end-of-beginning.html' title='the end of the beginning...?'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-326935168207074189</id><published>2009-06-13T03:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T03:42:31.039+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What I learnt today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;One thing i learnt from law and literature; that lawyers are desensitized from feeling. They look at cases based on facts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Person A killed Person B. How? What? Why? When? Closing Argument.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Makes me wonder why I ever wanted to be a lawyer in the first place. My personal statement says that I yearn to see justice dealt out to the deserving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;=.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am currently learning about commercial contracting. uh... connection? dont see any.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's not everyday you find something in the law that affects you as much as it affected me today. Law students just go plodding in and out of the heavy law texts, groaning about how certain questions were mis-spotted and how we were all going to fail and become less-than-perfect. ooo big deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To a certain extent, I guess I could put SOME of the blame on the lecturers..the law school..peer pressure..what have you. Studying the law becomes a chore; when I had previously dreamt (albeit a little too highly in the clouds) of being akin to Justice Bao sans the beard and dark skin, I am reduced to praying for at least a damn 2.1 for my second year. How sad is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I was 6 years old, I was just finishing kindergarten, ready to be a big girl..go to primary school..I probably didn't understand what justice really meant. (I'm quite sure I knew of the word "justice" though :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When they were 6 years old, they were murdered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Halfway across the world, as I was enjoying my cartoons and toys and occasional outings to the park with my parents, 6 year olds like me were being butchered, and subject to torture - mental and physical. They saw their parents die in front of them, their little brother's head hacked off, their elder sisters brutally raped and mutilated. Men they did not know, dressed in colorful garb invaded their homes and made everything familiar..unfamiliar. All because of the size of their noses and the lighter shade of brown they were. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I didn't even know. Or at least, I have no recollection of hearing anything about it when I was six. All I remember is watching the news about some African country being invaded..and my parents commenting and shaking their heads. I would usually skip the news and come back at 7pm for my shows to start. But you know, what would I have thought then? Would I have cried foul and screamed at the unfairness? Or would I have shrugged, and asked my mother how long it would be till my next show?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Even now, this very morning... I was talking about genocide..and I mentioned it about 7 or 8 times "yeah but you know genocide came out already right..aiya maybe should study gender crimes instead..but materials are so hard to find.. hows??"..all without feeling. all without thinking what it actually meant. The word genocide, which the rest of the world struggled to understand in 1994, was experienced by the people in Rwanda. No words could explain it for them. The rest of the world turned a blind eye. They worried for the safety of their nationals..not thinking of the people that were being massacred. They sent aid..only to take their people home..home to a TV to watch the horrors unfold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I felt so ashamed. Why did the rest of the world let that happen? They could have saved a million lives from torturous deaths. Dead bodies piled up on the road..the reporters did their job and censored pictures were everywhere in the news.. "The top stories.. The situation in Rwanda has worsened..." What did they do? Nothing. The people were left to fend for themselves. The big countries, England..the US..what did they do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I guess you could shoot it back at me. "En, what could they have done?" I don't know. This feeling of futility gets me when I least expect it. Everything is so futile. What can I, as one individual do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Watching the show was an enlightening experience for me. The words of the boring old Casesse and Shaw textbook were brought to life.. I saw what "killing of children" meant. I saw what "war crimes" really meant. I saw "rape", "torture", "death toll" come to life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes it was just a show. But if a show can evoke such feelings, what could the real thing have been? Why weren't people doing anything to save them, I frequently asked myself throughout the two hours. I wonder who asked the same question the 100 days the Rwandan Genocide was on the news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Something could have been done to stop it. But we just didn't care enough. It's just so sad really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The study of International Law is so waffley that I can't even tell you where to begin. It is one of my weakest subjects, and one I dread to study because it's just so...so...inapplicable. I mean, contract you know you can use when you are a hotshot lawyer..But international criminal law? War crimes tribunal? like hello when are you ever going to put something like that to use? Thats what I used to think anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I learnt today that international law was not meant to teach you about which year that situation happened and how it was overcome. It is meant to teach you to feel. And possibly to remind you never to turn a blind eye, to sympathise and make sure, in whatever way you can, that such atrocities will never happen again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But still, here I am, stuck in front of this laptop, waiting for emancipation, not being out there doing something, anything to lessen the suffering of other people who are still being subject to such torture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;At least the brief two hours of clarity has changed me that little bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I need to feel more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;enz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-326935168207074189?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/326935168207074189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=326935168207074189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/326935168207074189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/326935168207074189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-i-learnt-today.html' title='What I learnt today...'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-3675112991848768386</id><published>2009-05-25T23:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T00:07:05.442+01:00</updated><title type='text'>another sheepish post..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sigh. The blogging craze has..died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;At least it has..for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Im &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. therefore I do not have time to blog. AKHEM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Or maybe I was never really that good at being consistent in anything that I do. Either that or I suck at penning my thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;boohoo. exam time is here again. and for a 2nd year law slave, that spells D-E-A-T-H.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Amidst the Retention of Title clauses, the supremacy of EU law, god knows what else..I had the time to have an epiphany of sorts. :( and that is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the fact that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;im&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; OLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been almost 4 years since my first prom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;O.O didnt seem that long ago when I went to do up my hair..and Capri bought her hot black bareback dress. and me in my toga red dress that I can barely fit into now because of my tummy boohoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;memories memories. sigh I sound like an old fogey looking back on the good ol glory days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;maybe thats what I really am. sigh. where is my zest for life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;down the drain. along with my degree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sighness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I like, where you sleep, when you sleep, next to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-3675112991848768386?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/3675112991848768386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=3675112991848768386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/3675112991848768386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/3675112991848768386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-sheepish-post.html' title='another sheepish post..'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-8644617489314143342</id><published>2009-03-11T19:14:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-11T19:24:51.152Z</updated><title type='text'>*sheepish*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I dont know how many times I've had the sheepish posts already. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorry la. I guess I'm not a good updater of blogs. But life is passing me by and all that jazz and I guess I should document some of it. Looking back at my first year posts, I get a little freaked that I won't be reading much of my second year when I'm in my third..which is.. not that far &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;off zomg die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a summary of things that h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ave happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec - Curled my hair, went to Thailand (pics on facebook)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jan - Handed up two essays, which I slaved for at least 2 weeks in the library of the Legal Department in BNM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Feb - Horror of Horrors, Mnight 2009 which I produced with my trusty pardner Jin, with some help from the VeeePeee. lol zhiyi. Cried with happiness when it ended for the first time since I got my UPSR results.Went back to malaysia for 4 days (100pounds a day man) for my grandma's 80th.(pics on facebook) whoa it was so surreal and whirlwind that I don't even know if irt happened for real:P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March - Slowly getting back into the studying mood *ahem as if* skipped a billiion Con and Ad Sems, not as much as Jin though tee hee. And HAD THE LAST OF MY LECTURES WITH THE WONDERFUL HUGH BEALE.*sobs*&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How has everyone else been?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed me?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still addicted to Gossip Girl, and have been addicted to K-dramas like, forever OHMYGOD.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And am currently smouldering in the library trying to update my business finance insolvency notes. BAH.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;love you guys!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enli&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-8644617489314143342?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/8644617489314143342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=8644617489314143342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/8644617489314143342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/8644617489314143342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2009/03/sheepish.html' title='*sheepish*'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-2544454345512472689</id><published>2008-12-10T20:50:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:49:09.510Z</updated><title type='text'>Happily Never After...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've come back to life...for 2 (or 3?) reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. I got slammed by KeatBoon because since I don't reply MSNs, answer calls, etc etc, the only way he knows I'm still alive and my irritating self is when he sees a new blog post. And, he's sick of seeing "Happy Anniversary" as the latest post..so..teehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Everytime I see Peijean blog something emo, I immediately feel something emo along those lines too. Why oh why does it feel like that 99% of the time. PJ stop being so emo la, if not everytime I reaad your blog I will get so emo I will be crying for no damn reason *shy*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. I haven't been penning/typing my thoughts down in awhile, and it feels kinda awkward. I have so many thoughts about different matters that it's just been screwing around with my brain a little too much I think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some girls just have it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHY do I feel like that? WHY do I feel tht I don't have it all? Yeah yeah, everyone feels like that you say, but how can they when I look at them and I can see that they have everything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Does it help, that if you are disappointed, you ought to think of the people YOU yourself disappointed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Every single time I feel that way, I become even more disappointed because I failed to be unselfish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But not all angels are angels for angels placed on Earth can never be angels forevermore.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, sometimes I get disappointed that people don't see how disappointing they can be, how selfishness exudes from their very pores.&lt;br /&gt;And then I disappoint myself further by sinking into the crowd, by becoming selfish myself, because treading water makes me numb and my neck aches, and it's so long that I wonder what's beneath my feet in the murky waters whilst my neck cranes for ages only to see the liquid land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.guyshadeshoes.blogspot.com"&gt;PeiJean&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel that that is sooo true. Sorry for the plagiarism darling, it's just that my literary prowess is nowhere near yours and your excerpt above explains almost EXACTLY how I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is my version:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I get pissed at someone, I will start making up excuses for me NOT to be pissed, but that is even more pissing off because I can't see why I'm doing the job for the person who pissed me off. Which makes me even more pissed off because I don't understand why I feel like making excuses for people who piss me off but can't be bothered to un-piss me off. Then I realise that me being pissed off at the person is making me exactly like that person. Selfish and insensitive. Then I GET EVEN MORE PISSED OFF. It's a vicious cycle yes I know le sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, Peijean writes a thousand times better than I do oh wells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"En-Li why are you never happy with what you have?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Gee I dunno"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's the conversation I have with myself everyday. Everyday I tell myself that I should be happy with what I have, but really, Is that really what I should be doing? Am I settling for less-than-perfect? Yeah Nobody's perfect. So get me Nobody then. muhuhaha. ahem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What I mean to say is, I have no idea if what I have is what i deserve/need. So if I decide to go for "better" what if this IS as good as it gets and any more will be the worse for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I feel that there IS "better". BUT what if that better is NOT for me? WHAT IF I DONT DESERVE BETTER? *omgdie*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sheesh all these questions are pissing the hell outta me. I feel like im going around in circles; and not in the way that would seem oh-so-literary and thought evoking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel like I've put so much into stuff, I should get the equivalent no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"En-Li don't expect too much. You can't expect everyone to live up to your WONDERFUL standards"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;OH REALLY? HUH? STUPID VOICE IN MY HEAD PLS SHUT UP NOW.(what makes me think my standards are THAT wonderful anyway arrghhhhkillsself)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I tell myself this, I tell myself that, then I go against it. It's no surprise tht I think I'm going to be the next inmate at Tanjong Rambutan (or some equivalent in the UK).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think, alright, so, things are going good for you. Remember the good times, trash the bad ones. But why oh why do the bad ones always seem more prominent??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kshen and Aaron both say I'm too nice. (??) Yeah wth I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ultimate self pity sad moment coming up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If only I had one male species to prove me wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;That maybe, I am worth it after all.            -PeiJean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If only I had something to prove me wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;That maybe, I am worth it after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHY DO WE GIRLS DEPEND ON GUYS FOR OUR SELF WORTH???????!!!! So no guy likes you for who you are. Does that mean you aren't beautiful in your own special way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but you know? What peijean has said, every girl has said AT LEAST ONCE in their life before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;One guy to show you that you really are that wonderful girl that he's been looking for all his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;One guy to show you that you are the only one who can make him smile after a horrible day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;One guy to show you that every little thing you do makes him happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;One guy to show you that you are worth anything and everything he could or would do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;One guy to show you how well you can be loved because you are just thaat special to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;One guy to show you that his heart skips a beat when you try to get that annoying strand of hair out of your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;One guy to show you that all your efforts in making him love you have not gone unnoticed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;One guy to show you that a guy who will give up everything for you *SURPRISE SURPRISE* actually exists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ONE GUY WHO CAN SHOW YOU ALL THAT AND ACTUALLY MEAN IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Most guys have no idea how to do that (ahem ie. AaronKumarHastir..WHAT he admitted it okay!) But at least they have an excuse. Cannot blame them for being so blur and bodoh right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some guys KNOW how to do it, but do it for the purposes of getting into the girl's pants.. Saying all these things the moment they meet (two weeks etc) HELL-o? YOU THINK it takes two weeks to know all of the above?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sheesh. Guys suck. lol Girls RULE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;BUT SIGH, then there are the poor guys that do all that for a girl, but the girl takes him for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some guy friends I have, go out of their way for their girlfriends, only to be dumped by them for no apparent reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some girls yearn and yearn for any guy to give them the love they need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But somehow these girls don't end up with those guys. The girls who yearn, end up with pricks who don't care. The guys who yearn, end up with bitches who don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHYYYYY???????????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;=.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I is annoyed and is jetlagged and is feeling like stabbing something now. *stabs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ahem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will go to sleep now. fubgkjdfhbgsjdghksgsdg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;GAH. life should have ended at 20. PJ was right. so many responsibilities that I DO NOT EVEN WANT TO THINK OF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please mommy I just want to play masak-masak with my kiddie friends and eat ice cream all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;PWEASE????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sighs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-princess-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-2544454345512472689?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/2544454345512472689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=2544454345512472689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/2544454345512472689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/2544454345512472689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2008/12/happily-never-after.html' title='Happily Never After...'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-2318060511141078020</id><published>2008-08-13T12:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T12:27:05.319+01:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday to blueseasblueskies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;time has literally. FLOWN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;happy birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;what a year oh what a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;enz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-2318060511141078020?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/2318060511141078020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=2318060511141078020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/2318060511141078020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/2318060511141078020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-to-blueseasblueskies.html' title='happy birthday to blueseasblueskies!'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-1211843226522836576</id><published>2008-07-30T18:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T18:44:45.774+01:00</updated><title type='text'>memories...</title><content type='html'>When my time comes&lt;br /&gt;Forget the wrong that I've done&lt;br /&gt;Help me leave behind some&lt;br /&gt;Reasons to be missed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't resent me&lt;br /&gt;And when you're feeling empty&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in your memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;hm.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's wrong to feel like this..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-1211843226522836576?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/1211843226522836576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=1211843226522836576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/1211843226522836576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/1211843226522836576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2008/07/memories.html' title='memories...'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-2939147316542799212</id><published>2008-07-22T20:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T20:38:13.697+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry SueBee. I am Very Slow. And an Insomniac.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;GEE whiz. this was tagged on the 7th of June. and I only got this now. as I couldnt sleep and began blog stalking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions: Remove 1 question from below, and add in your personal question, make it a total of 20 questions, then tag 8 people in your list, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box that he/she has been tagged.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. At what age do you wish to marry?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. i guess when i feel that he's the one? (lol yes sorry i know i tend to be kinda "free" with my "the ones" but "the one" at "the right time" will be "the the one")  definitely before 35 though, because after that i only have DanielChua*dies*:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What is your most favourite thing to do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the risk of sounding cliched, its reading a book. books are like a free passport to travel the world and thru time, and thru the minds of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. If you have a close close close close friend since childhood who loves to take away whatever you like, including guys/girls, and he/she always wins, will you still consider him/her your friend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurms. anyone who LOVED doing that wouldnt be a true close friend..so..NOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What would you give up in return to eat all you want in the world and not get fat ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hMMm. i dont know. just exercise lar! more healthy:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. If you can have 1 dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;world peace. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Do you believe you can survive without money?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not without money, but with sufficient money yes. i dont need oodles and oodles of the green paper to survive (ahem, green in US, multicolored in msia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. What are you afraid to lose the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ability to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. What do you feel like doing, right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuddling up and sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only if i know that he loves me too, or if hes gonna die and i need to tell him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good leader, closet softie underneath the tough "miss independent" persona, a good cook who doesn't mind me not helping becuz im useless in the kitchen XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honesty, trust, and the ability to love me without any condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Which type of person do you hate the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suck-ups who betray their friends to get what they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. What is your ambition?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marry a rich man (who loves me tons of course) - on a more serious side; as weird as this may sound coming from me, it's to be able to make a difference with the world, however little that difference may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. What is the thing that will make you think he/she is bad?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How a person treats his family is usually how he or she really is. So, if they're rude and disrespectful to their own kin, what makes you think they will treat u nice once you get closer to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. If you have a choice to be rich or happy, which one would you pick ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy.Do-oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. If you have a chance, which part of your character you would like to change?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part where I always expect too much from people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Who is the person that you can share all your problems with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my problems? ALL? a combination of people, and if those few got together, you'd get my life story. *freaky thought*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. How do you see yourself in 10 years time?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years ah? i dont know. not married because im such an indecisive idiot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. What is the one thing you love about yourself?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how I can make ppl laugh, even if it is at my own expense.*dot dot dot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er I tag...Peijean, Lips, HuiEn, err err er er Sammy..er er er aiyah dunno la whoever's bothered to do tags...DO IT IF U CANT SLEEP.cuz now i feel damn sleepy so im going to bed. nights:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-2939147316542799212?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/2939147316542799212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=2939147316542799212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/2939147316542799212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/2939147316542799212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2008/07/sorry-suebee-i-am-very-slow-and.html' title='Sorry SueBee. I am Very Slow. And an Insomniac.'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-4649004688057654021</id><published>2008-07-22T19:12:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T19:23:30.760+01:00</updated><title type='text'>the forehead, nose and lips.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You want to stay with me in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You only hold me when I sleep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was meant to tread the water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now I've gotten in too deep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For every piece of me that wants you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Another piece backs away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Cause you give me something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That makes me scared, alright,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This could be nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I'm willing to give it a try,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please give me something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Cause someday I might know my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, you done done me and you bet I felt it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I tried to be chill but your so hot that I melted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I fell right through the cracks, now I'm tryin to get back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;before the cool done run out I'll be givin it my best test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and nothin's gonna stop me but divine intervention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I reckon it's again my turn to win some or learn some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I won't hesitate no more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no more, it cannot wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you just realize what I just realized,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then we'd be perfect for each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and will never find another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just realized what I just realized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we'd never have to wonder if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we missed out on each other now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've been awake for a while now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you've got me feelin like a child now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cause every time I see your bubbly face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I get the tinglies in a silly place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It starts in my toes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and I crinkle my nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;where ever it goes I always know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that you make me smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;please stay for a while now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just take your time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;where ever you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;four minutes of pure love:) just because the mom was in the room and i couldn't say it back, he HAD to make me smile, and laugh, and go "mmhmm.ya me too..yup yup.." to all the i love yous, the sweet words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until the mother was asking who the heck that was who could make me so giggly even AFTER i put the phone down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;methinks this is #3? or was it #4?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who's counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forehead+nose+lips!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-4649004688057654021?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/4649004688057654021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=4649004688057654021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/4649004688057654021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/4649004688057654021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2008/07/forehead-nose-and-lips.html' title='the forehead, nose and lips.'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-1806874801501729636</id><published>2008-07-22T16:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T17:27:35.721+01:00</updated><title type='text'>this is going to be a post full of self-pity.</title><content type='html'>so, Cap was telling me about this questionnaire set for the 50 Cleo Bachelors 2008 ( yea i know im sooo outdated but what the heck y'know?) and one of the questions were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the sweetest thing a girl has done for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q_Q&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pardonnez moi for being a tad bit boastful but....BEEN THERE DONE AT LEAST 95% OF THE STUFF TO A GUY BEFOREEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive done..hm..going to the guy's place as a surprise just to see the look on his face, and going to terrible lengths to surprise him....to the extent of being someone else..lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive done...going to a guy's house just to give him a hug and THEN RUN BACK TO UNI for my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive done...writing a diary stating my thoughts and hopes and dreams and fears...then giving it to the guy so he would know how i truly felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive done... a photobook with cute lil captions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive done... drawing a card DRAWWWING. and then sending it by snail mail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive done stupid cute vids...ive done stupid slideshows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....wait. i better not state all ive done...later ppl copy me. or WORSE. i cannot re-use my ideas..o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i shall stop. but suffice to say, ive done enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUDE I WISH I WAS A GUY. WITH MY BRAINS I WILL MAKE SURE I LOVE MY GF AND MAKE HER FEEL LIKE THE MOST SPECIAL GIRL IN THE WORLD. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(either that or I will be gay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone who dares tell me im NOT sweet. will suffer en-li's emo wrath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ultimate question is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if im so sweet, why am i not appreciated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selfpityselfpity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i have high expectations because humans naturally tend to think.."i should get back what i deserve".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaihs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELF PITYINGGG TIMEEEEE...:C&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-1806874801501729636?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/1806874801501729636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=1806874801501729636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/1806874801501729636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/1806874801501729636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-is-going-to-be-post-full-of-self.html' title='this is going to be a post full of self-pity.'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-164043751364865442</id><published>2008-07-20T11:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T12:40:13.590+01:00</updated><title type='text'>:C</title><content type='html'>"My sinuses are clogged up like shit causing my head to feel like a ton of nail polish and my nose feels like someone poured cement down it plus my throat is still ultra sensitive, I am moody and demanding besides the fact that I feel so merajuky and yearn to be spoilt but there's not a single person to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, how can you blame a girl for being irritated and moody when that happens, huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AGREE PEI JEAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my head feels as heavy as (insert heaviest thing thought up) and there are a thousand hammers hammering my brains. my nose is watery cuz I'm currently sniffling at my piteous situation. i woke up with a sore throat (due to midnight KFC snacks) after only 3 hours of sleep to go to church; where it was so cold i wondered if i had died and gone to heaven, a COLD heaven. Didnt have enough sleep; tried to do something to my comp - which as u might guess, screwed my day up further as im totally clueless when it comes to IT. I cant even swallow and every time my mom/dad/brother comes into the room i feel like snapping at them for the hell of it. then i feel uber bad cuz they really dont irritate me at all..its just the pent up pissed-offness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am moody and demanding besides the fact that I feel so&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; merajuky &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;yearn to be spoilt &lt;/span&gt;but there's not a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;single person to do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sniff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just need some lovin'. is that too much to askk??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/4716806439638318713-164043751364865442?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/164043751364865442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=164043751364865442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/164043751364865442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/164043751364865442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2008/07/c.html' title=':C'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-3938128180972390669</id><published>2008-07-02T09:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T10:13:04.640+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't usually read blogs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;admittedly so. sorry PeiJean. I wonder how i spend my time online:S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway. simple things in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;what do you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I like waking up in the morning, checking my phone for any calls, and seeing a cute message from a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I like being woken up countless times by friends. I like mumbling into the phone that Im awake; only to hear them refuse to put down the phone till i actually get up and walk to the toilet (as if there's some hidden cam in my room that they can see...ooh voyeurism)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I like not eating the whole day, in anticipation of a huge all-you-can-eat buffet with the extended family in some hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I like lying on my mommie's lap (yes i still do that..what to do im manja lol) watching late night tv and feeling her hands on my hair..complaining about the dryness and the split ends..and how she will send me for hair treatment soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I like bounding into my brother's room just as hes about to sleep. and jump on him; throwing the covers off and laughing like a madwoman..over nothing.. just to piss the hell out of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I like slipping into my dad's room when he's reading the newspaper; to see him look up and smile; open his arms and say "sweet heart.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I like napping in the late afternoon, hear the birds sing outside my window at uni. And turn to the side, finding your face, and kissing you awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I like listening to songs and identifying with their meaning; not just the way they sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I like late night drives up to Genting; knowing that the person driving truly cares about you; amd is driving all the way up just so you can scream your lungs out at the unfair world. While you forget the presence of a friend that makes the unfairness of life dissapear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I like fighting with close friends; because as much as you are annoyed with them, you know, deep down, that you're fighting because they care too much for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I like climbing up the rickety double decker bed in my best friend's room, and laugh about old times with her. And then climb down the precarious ladder; which through all these years, i still have not gotten used to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I like dreaming about dreams online with kshen. talking about material stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I like how the lifts go "whoosh" (listen for it and you'll hear it) when you go up. makes me feel closer to flying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I like looking through my messy drawers at home; and finding random bits and pieces of my past - a note from zhiven..pictures of grinning church kids..a box of colour pencils i used in std 6..a cuckoo clock..wth..a half knitted scarf (more like quarter knit really)..and old phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I like listening to songs on a loop..letting the meaning seep into me as i go about doing my thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I like kisses on the forehead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I like doodling on someone's arm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I like reading shakespeare..one slow page at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I like the sound of the msn pop-up when someone gets on. Especially if its an old friend I havent seen or talked to in ages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I like knowing that I know my friends on a deeper level. Deeper than normal hi-bye friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I like cuddling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I like holding your hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I like people ruffling my hair. even though i tell you i hate it cuz it shows how short i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I like piggy-backs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I like being called a silly girl. in an affectionate way of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ah.. the simple things in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Things like this can make you cry...or laugh.. or smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Which one of the three does it make u feel like doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ahh.. the simple things in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-3938128180972390669?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/3938128180972390669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=3938128180972390669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/3938128180972390669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/3938128180972390669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-dont-usually-read-blogs.html' title='I don&apos;t usually read blogs...'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-1010340735588494845</id><published>2008-07-02T08:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T09:32:36.507+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a bow</title><content type='html'>I heart rihanna's take a bow.:):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you a fairytale..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy sees girl from afar. Brown top, loose linen pants. Hair falling softly down her back. Her back is turned to him; she's talking to her friend..Wait..Is her friend..someone..he knows her friend!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HEYYY!!!" he shouts. She whips her head around, just like you see in those hair commercials. He feels himself going deep red. *shitshitshit shes looking at me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes search for the source of the shout. Her friend waves her hand in the direction of him. Her gaze falls upon his slouched shoulders. *typical emoboy wannabe cool*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her friend walks up to him. "Hey who's your friend? She's cute.." He says with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell her my number please??" The friend laughs, telling him how she was just telling her about him being very similar to her ex...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gets his number. Laughs and thinks "Hmm two can play at this game"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell him..I don't want his number..........but. he can have mine if he wants.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one a half years later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that moment of random flirtation has blossomed into a pretty cool friendship; a friendship that has always remained platonic because of...bad timing. nevertheless! a friendship truly treasured. a friendship that is always filled with bitching about respective partners, life, and why they never worked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In retrospect, it was a good thing nothing happened between the two. If not, they would just be a passing fling in each other's tumultous teenage lives. Like she said, "It's amazing we still talk after one and a half years..considering how randomly we met, and how we connected"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWww. Real life fairytale. Lol of course i took the liberty of making it abit more interesting lah. But the gist of the story remains the same. and that girl did whip her head around all commercial like...in the words of the boy himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a..well. heavier note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't tell me you're sorry cuz you're not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby when I know you're only sorry you got caught&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But you put on quite a show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You really had me going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But now it's time to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Curtain's finally closing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That was quite a show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Very entertaining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But it's over now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Go on and take a bow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Call it delayed reaction..whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forgiveness might have been given.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But that doesn't mean the trust is there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you for showing me what you're about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't trust you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-1010340735588494845?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/1010340735588494845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=1010340735588494845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/1010340735588494845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/1010340735588494845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2008/07/take-bow.html' title='Take a bow'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-4531714544453261678</id><published>2008-06-28T17:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T17:26:07.497+01:00</updated><title type='text'>woo hoo</title><content type='html'>it's been awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much apologies everyone. what's been up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holiday around europe: brno, prague, vienna, bratislava, milan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry. been very busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. ive been inspired to blog by a wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. it's enli's wedding blues again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just loveee weddings don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well I had just about given myself up for a love cynic (omg i can see everyone going"enli?love cynic?! whahaahhahahaah NO WAY") before going to this wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siighhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the groom sang for his wife, A WEDDING SURPRISE. awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the videos and pictures are practically the reason i go to weddings; you get to see how each individual grew, and how they met and became a couple...and the wedding day..the tasks the groom had to go through. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siggggggh...the videographer was magnifico as he managed to catch the candid loving moments the couple had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siiighh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i think when the most coherent expression coming from me is a sigh it's about time i go de-fuzzyfy myself before i make everyone puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i LOVE weddings~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brenden and eugenia! best wishes!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i get married, i want my husband to surprise me too. and make me cry. if he doesnt make me cry out of happiness hes so screwed. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that will be in a veryyyy loonggg timeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nonetheless, i have a lonngg list of 'i want's for my wedding. all taken down and noted by capri soo, who will have the job of telling my future husband what i want.. (so not so shy mah, and i can pretend i didnt know he was gonna surprise me tee heee:D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles ppl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my HP num is 017-6678340 for ppl who do not know ive changed my num!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so call me out, let's go yumcha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;en&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-4531714544453261678?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/4531714544453261678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=4531714544453261678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/4531714544453261678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/4531714544453261678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2008/06/woo-hoo.html' title='woo hoo'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-1716420967668795163</id><published>2008-05-18T23:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T00:13:36.329+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Here In My Home, I'll Tell You What It's All About..</title><content type='html'>sure, the media is rife with news of more corruption, more petty fights between the leaders of our country, more attempts at brainwashing the slowly-changing society towards anti-political awareness, more BN talks of how and why they were losers in the last GE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things like that make me embarrassed of our half-century old country, and it ain't surprising that many people who study overseas do not want to go back. (that, and the horrible exchange rate that we have due to, well, rather, questionable decisions by our leaders *koffkoff*NEP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always stayed far far away from political issues, choosing instead to focus on happy fluffy un-controversial things:) (okay maybe my avoidance of the topic is due to my ignorance of it, but no matter..). My country is changing, without me in it. Pavilion has developed, and BN has lost the 2/3 majority they've had for ages...all in the year or so that I've gone. (heck the most controversial thing that has happened in Coventry are the postal strikes sheesh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, occasional bouts of loyalty and patriotism hit me at random times ie. while halfway through the 'but for' test in causation. The video I watched sparked a fuzzy warmth deep within my-stressed-almost-into-cardiac-arrest-due-to-exams heart..and reminded me that Malaysia is n't all about politics and who-should-get-what in economics; its also about the semangat muhibbah and the multi-cultural society that we have always been so proud of. Watch it, and I hope you feel just as warm as I do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss home terribly, especially after watching this vid. I'm glad I have a home to go back to:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, Malaysia Tanah Airku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z8Wl3firJQk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z8Wl3firJQk&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-1716420967668795163?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/1716420967668795163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=1716420967668795163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/1716420967668795163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/1716420967668795163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2008/05/here-in-my-home-ill-tell-you-what-its.html' title='Here In My Home, I&apos;ll Tell You What It&apos;s All About..'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-940144360721243789</id><published>2008-05-17T19:16:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T19:37:21.085+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jurisprudence ala Gossip Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/SC8lavMS6GI/AAAAAAAAAj4/NwH2H6eT940/s1600-h/mw08163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201417235911075938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/SC8lavMS6GI/AAAAAAAAAj4/NwH2H6eT940/s320/mw08163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/SC8k2PMS6EI/AAAAAAAAAjo/WHv356LTLHk/s1600-h/AN2JUPVCABJ2SEBCAEDGVP9CAKT0VL0CAWZVRF1CA443742CAZ3RW15CA1I69QRCA0SF70LCAP9842DCAM21HJBCAP31JCKCA25CPM1CARXD9GICA5KHRHACAGREBTJCA0Q583FCA24JWDWCAG21I0KCAEF1SXHCAWCYJMACAA2LS9HCAE3Q56DCAN4PV47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201416608845850690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/SC8k2PMS6EI/AAAAAAAAAjo/WHv356LTLHk/s320/AN2JUPVCABJ2SEBCAEDGVP9CAKT0VL0CAWZVRF1CA443742CAZ3RW15CA1I69QRCA0SF70LCAP9842DCAM21HJBCAP31JCKCA25CPM1CARXD9GICA5KHRHACAGREBTJCA0Q583FCA24JWDWCAG21I0KCAEF1SXHCAWCYJMACAA2LS9HCAE3Q56DCAN4PV47.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/SC8lavMS6HI/AAAAAAAAAkA/YvXUOOz_cV4/s1600-h/dworkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;H: Like, there will be a rule of like, recognition, which is like OMG THEEE ruulee, and anything that like, goes against it, is like, soooo not part of the law..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;D: Uh, Puh-lease. That is like, soo not true. Such "ollldddd" ways of thinking dear H. Like, what about principles and like, policies. OOMG youre so stupid like Gosh. Uh. Principles? and like Policies? are what makes the law LAW u kneeoww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;H: WHatEVS, D. It's not like I said like they're like not THEREE or anything, it's like, if you could JUST LIKE CHILL and be a little more CHILLED about like, THEE rule of like, recognition, you'd realise that like, gee, people do accept principles. LIKE, read my book uh. YEAH, i am like, smart enough to like, write a book. *duh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;D: But, like, you're forgetting about how you said that like, judges have their OWN personal judgment in like, courts. you kneeoww? I think thats like..total BEE ESSS like how could you even THINK that. They look at principles too u kneow.. like that case, uh, Riggs v Palmer, where like the killer, like he couldnt get the money from his inheritance cuz like, he killed like, his mom or something. The court like said, nobody can gain from their like, wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;H: *flicks hair* Yeah, just like how you wanna kill YOUR mom for like, your money rightt??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;D: OMGOSH H, DONT SAY THATT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;H: Yeah anyway...I can't believe you put your crush into your like, theory. that's like sooooo high school. I mean, Hercules?? Pleaseeeee, men like that don't exist. How can you say that they, like, are, like, THE judge when it comes to, like, getting the ONE RIGHT ANSWER??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;D: I think Hercules is soooo hawwtt. I kneow he doesn't existt, but that doesnt mean I , like, can't dream right? The Principles and like Policies are like, there, and as long as THEY exist, IM RIGHT, YOURE..HMM.....let's see...WRRRONGGG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;H: OMG I don't believe you. You won't even let me win even though I've gone and died....BITCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;D:....Bitch you tooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;..................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No, seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;While the conversational styles of 'D' and 'H' are fictitious, the arguments are very much real. And what I have been studying for the past hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fellow Jurisprudence students, shoot yourself if you do not know who D and H are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm... in retrospect, this is a good way of remembering what I've learnt; re-type them out Gossip Girl style...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sigh, Zyang thinks I've gone mad, typing in three characters (ie. D, H, and me) lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think I have tooooo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*dies*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3 weeks till freedom.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-940144360721243789?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/940144360721243789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=940144360721243789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/940144360721243789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/940144360721243789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2008/05/jurisprudence-ala-gossip-girl.html' title='Jurisprudence ala Gossip Girl'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/SC8lavMS6GI/AAAAAAAAAj4/NwH2H6eT940/s72-c/mw08163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-4841378486389117978</id><published>2008-05-11T15:52:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T16:13:10.229+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional'/><title type='text'>Some things you never appreciate...</title><content type='html'>Some things you never think of, hardly crosses your mind.. but remains in the heart of someone.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It might seem like I don't care, but I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't show it much, true. And for some, Im totally insensitive..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I do care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/SCcMOPMS6DI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Ew_VFUB1O44/s400/MyPicture.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199137733558331442" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;#2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*I'll never look at toilet rolls the same again*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/SCcMN_MS6CI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GsM80ABT-BA/s1600-h/DSC00971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/SCcMN_MS6CI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GsM80ABT-BA/s400/DSC00971.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199137729263364130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I get free rides:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;enz.xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-4841378486389117978?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/4841378486389117978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=4841378486389117978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/4841378486389117978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/4841378486389117978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2008/05/some-things-you-never-appreciate.html' title='Some things you never appreciate...'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/SCcMOPMS6DI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Ew_VFUB1O44/s72-c/MyPicture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-3593949602650638852</id><published>2008-05-10T00:47:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T00:58:26.517+01:00</updated><title type='text'>:)my one and only....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/SCTjHmBw-cI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/7lxxCPF4YmY/s1600-h/MyPicture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/SCTjHmBw-cI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/7lxxCPF4YmY/s400/MyPicture.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198529589498935746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;B&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;SB'S LATEST ALBUM SIGNED BY ALL OF THEMMM!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;heehee. that was my priceless thing!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;eat your heart out michelle leeee~~!! and i got tons of videos that i will show you when i get back.*oh wait mic, you wont even be able to see em cuz ur not coming backk!!!nyaaaahahahahhaha*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;sucks to be you miccy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;i purposely put this pic daaaaaaaaamn big.:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;so you can see what I have that you donntt..blueeekk!!!!heeheehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;now, my dearest and most deepest desire is to go to the westlife concert. everyone who knows me well will know that my fave band of all time is westlife and bsb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;and westlife is comingg!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;on the 22nd may and thats just before my exams and i dont care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;the problem is...i got nobody to go withh!!!!!!o.O and i want 100 pound tix cuz thats front row seats!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;sniff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;anyone? go with me please!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;i know priya from PL2 would looove to come right?;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;sigh. sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;to demonstrate how badly i want to go, evEN NIGEL, said that he would give me 50 pounds so that i wouldnt feel the pain of 100 pounds so much...so see, if the ex knows that that's how badly i want to go. I REALLY WANT TO GO.BADLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;COME ON WEI.I USED TO DREAM ABOUT THEM ALL DAY. THE MOMENT I GOT HOME FROM SCHOOL I WOULD PLAY THEIR CD ON A LOOP!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;but i dont think i can go.unless some kind soul temans me and pays for my ticket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;en.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;anyone? PLEASE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-3593949602650638852?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/3593949602650638852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=3593949602650638852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/3593949602650638852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/3593949602650638852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-one-and-only.html' title=':)my one and only....'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/SCTjHmBw-cI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/7lxxCPF4YmY/s72-c/MyPicture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-8104287156723964833</id><published>2008-05-08T23:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:16:51.865+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Backstreet's Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/SCN70lekpHI/AAAAAAAAAjI/o36w6Z8v-lw/s1600-h/image-upload-2-710672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/SCN70lekpHI/AAAAAAAAAjI/o36w6Z8v-lw/s320/image-upload-2-710672.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Whee!guess where?!!birmingham yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smilees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream! Since the age of 9 i used to dream of nick's blue eyes.. And to b able to see him up close was just..speechlessfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys never lost their showmanship skills..they interspersed old songs with new..resulting in getting the crowd wild!!they sang i want it that way michelle!and capri!!they sang the call!i wish you guys couldve come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee!will blog more about this later.too starstruck at the mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.btw.i got something special frm this.smth tht u cnt get in stores:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can u guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enz.xo&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/4716806439638318713-8104287156723964833?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/8104287156723964833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=8104287156723964833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/8104287156723964833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/8104287156723964833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2008/05/backstreet-back.html' title='Backstreet&amp;#39;s Back!'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/SCN70lekpHI/AAAAAAAAAjI/o36w6Z8v-lw/s72-c/image-upload-2-710672.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-993640701905917192</id><published>2008-05-06T18:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T19:28:34.833+01:00</updated><title type='text'>look MA!! look what i foundd!!*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/SCCbPVpyy7I/AAAAAAAAAjA/iPrxx0jVM1c/s1600-h/Photo+374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/SCCbPVpyy7I/AAAAAAAAAjA/iPrxx0jVM1c/s320/Photo+374.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197324657798335410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;little weird things serve to brighten up your day..however little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;woke up this morning /afternoon feeling uber stressed about the exams and the *non* studying for it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;was greeted with a too hot sun (yes it's too hot for UK. i wouldve welcomed it if i wasnt bundled up in a winter coat)when i ventured outside for a trip to tescos..phreaking far in shoes that hurt ur ankles peh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;pottered around tesco's for the usual stuff, chicken..yadda yadda..feeling very sien with life...when......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;i was sitting outside tesco's on one of the benches when my eyes fell upon a blue book with a bright orange stick-it note on it. it said "please open and read. FREE BOOK"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;being the bookworm that i am, and having the irresistable urge to open the mysterious (and rather old looking) clothbound book, i slid over and turned the page gingerly..(whatt..how am i supposed to know...what if its a trigger for some bomb??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;oooohh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;how interesting... this book (one of many) has been "set into the wild" to travel across the world for anyone who would like a read, or a part in sending the book around ie. spreading knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;unfortunately the book i "caught" has a rather boring subject..must have been sent out by some economist.."electricity, public or private monopoly" *drifts off back into mr mohan's tuition classes ahemm "you seeee here gul, u know what im saying o not when the AD curveeee.."* so i will not be reading it..hehe but i will be sending it quite far away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;as im going to Poland for the summer!!! the parents are coming over after exams and theyre dragging me to all the places in europe tht theyve never been to before... (hence the not so popular holiday destination)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;oh an interesting note: the organization doing this book thing is international, so i thought, why not check whether malaysia is listed.. i doubted it though, since malaysia is not exactly known for book-lovers, and anyone who saw anything free would keep it for themselves and not leave it around, and even if they did leave it around, some stray dog would have taken it into its home and pretended it was it's child or smth wth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;but surprise surprise, amongst other countries, malaysia fares pretty well, 157 books! not bad for a country that is not as book-savvy as, say the US or the UK. but then again maybe im just being prejudiced lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;so, guys! IF YOU SEE A RANDOM BOOK LYING SOMEWHERE... (esp those of you in UK(7907), US(14767), and AUSTRALIA(1744))do pick it up, register it, and release it somewhere else!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;haha i dunt know why this cheered me up, but knowing that people out there do share a love for books in this creative way..just makes me feel so warm and fuzzy. truly, without books i wouldnt be half as talkative as i am now (nothing to talk about what, unless u count gossip and talking about malaysian dreamgirl or smth)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;it would be even better if there was a charity going on behind these books, like maybe some big company will donate a pound for every 100 miles or so it has travelled. imagine how much theyd have to pay if i took this book back to malaysia!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;hmm.good idea eyy.so any sponsors??;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/"&gt;BookCrossing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;click the link! if youre really bored you can go book hunting and catch the book somewhere on the city streets, in a bar, in a shopping mall, in a tram..anywhere!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;wheeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ok. study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;=.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;enz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;*edit: APPARENTLY zhiyang found it, so technically i was telling a lie when i said i found it. im forced to correct the mistake.*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-993640701905917192?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/993640701905917192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=993640701905917192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/993640701905917192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/993640701905917192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2008/05/look-ma-look-what-i-foundd.html' title='look MA!! look what i foundd!!*'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/SCCbPVpyy7I/AAAAAAAAAjA/iPrxx0jVM1c/s72-c/Photo+374.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-5293047435494233755</id><published>2008-04-29T23:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T23:16:17.920+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I just had to blog..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/SBeeMVpyy6I/AAAAAAAAAi4/tFqR9EuppO4/s1600-h/image-upload-40-776756.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/SBeeMVpyy6I/AAAAAAAAAi4/tFqR9EuppO4/s320/image-upload-40-776756.jpe"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sigh.everytime a moment of insurmountable boredom hits me,i feel inclined to blog. Currently in the library,3rd floor.the super-quiet-ppl-cn-hear-u-chew-brings-a-new-understanding-of-pin-drop-silence area.heck even the flip of a page is amplified to the equivalent of a loud laugh on normal floors.turning around to open my bag causes a commotion.argh.the most conducive environment?i think not.its quiet.too quiet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so unsettling that everyone around me are able to move without making a single sound bt i cause heads to turn when i open my coke bottle.n even when i swallow.glug glug glug it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just as well that the weather has gone back to dreary.now i wont b distracted by all the pretty colours.this time next week some(if not most) of the londoners will b free from exams.well pah i say.i hope the weather continues to b crap so u guys cnt have fun in the sun.so there.sigh.bck to work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enz.xoxo&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/4716806439638318713-5293047435494233755?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/5293047435494233755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=5293047435494233755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/5293047435494233755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/5293047435494233755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-just-had-to-blog.html' title='I just had to blog..'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/SBeeMVpyy6I/AAAAAAAAAi4/tFqR9EuppO4/s72-c/image-upload-40-776756.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-3915519340517566788</id><published>2008-04-28T02:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T03:20:29.678+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='educational gripes'/><title type='text'>isms.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;essentialism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The metaphysical theory that the essential properties of an object can be distinguished from those that are accidental to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;liberalism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A political theory founded on the natural goodness of humans and the autonomy of the individual and favoring civil and political liberties, government by law with the consent of the governed, and protection from arbitrary authority. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;existentialism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A philosophy that emphasizes the uniqueness and isolation of the individual experience in a hostile or indifferent universe, regards human existence as unexplainable, and stresses freedom of choice and responsibility for the consequences of one's acts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;positivism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A doctrine contending that sense perceptions are the only admissible basis of human knowledge and precise thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dualism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The view that the world consists of or is explicable as two fundamental entities, such as mind and matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;phallocentrism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Centered on men or on a male viewpoint, especially one held to entail the domination of women by men. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;enliism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;The theory (or doctrine) that the legal reasoning of jurisprudence should be wholly repudiated and thus; rendered non-existent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;i hate legal theory.&lt;/s&gt; :c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-3915519340517566788?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/3915519340517566788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=3915519340517566788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/3915519340517566788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/3915519340517566788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2008/04/isms.html' title='isms.'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-650995944363708725</id><published>2008-04-26T16:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T16:12:54.567+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxation..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/SBNGdVpyy5I/AAAAAAAAAiU/Avi4i6kIbUE/s1600-h/image-upload-17-773262.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/SBNGdVpyy5I/AAAAAAAAAiU/Avi4i6kIbUE/s320/image-upload-17-773262.jpe"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Im out by the heronbank lake...and i just had to make u guys jealous.lolz.&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/4716806439638318713-650995944363708725?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/650995944363708725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=650995944363708725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/650995944363708725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;this is actually a continuation from the last post..right after I came back from lunch, i ran into my hall and practically dragged my hallmates out for a picnic..so here we all are..the pics are screwed cuz mac is shyte.cant rotate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/SA9-9FpyywI/AAAAAAAAAhM/a4UcI3twVJA/s1600-h/DSC00861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/SA9-9FpyywI/AAAAAAAAAhM/a4UcI3twVJA/s320/DSC00861.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192508483336063746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/SA9_81pyy0I/AAAAAAAAAhs/oEShepgAOYA/s1600-h/DSC00866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/SA9_81pyy0I/AAAAAAAAAhs/oEShepgAOYA/s320/DSC00866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192509578552724290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with rosieee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/SA9_9Fpyy1I/AAAAAAAAAh0/2VwmerTxoYU/s1600-h/DSC00868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/SA9_9Fpyy1I/AAAAAAAAAh0/2VwmerTxoYU/s320/DSC00868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192509582847691602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and fran...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/SA9_9Fpyy2I/AAAAAAAAAh8/TSbgM4CsnRc/s1600-h/DSC00864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/SA9_9Fpyy2I/AAAAAAAAAh8/TSbgM4CsnRc/s320/DSC00864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192509582847691618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;poser pics;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/SA9-9FpyyvI/AAAAAAAAAhE/FpSru6lnpv0/s1600-h/DSC00860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/SA9-9FpyyvI/AAAAAAAAAhE/FpSru6lnpv0/s320/DSC00860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192508483336063730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;dont you wish you were here??:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;there were tons more pics..but theyre all in rosemary's cam..oh well.on facebook later then...well at least i got to picnic in the sun...instead of going to london..which i initially wanted to do..with suebee and darryl who are watching les miserables tonite.peh.well YOU GUYS MISSED OUT ON THE SUN BOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;right.back to work.o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;enz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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studying...'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/SA9-9FpyywI/AAAAAAAAAhM/a4UcI3twVJA/s72-c/DSC00861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-6374376561089099343</id><published>2008-04-23T15:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T15:57:26.445+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Im pleased to announce..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/SA9OVVpyyuI/AAAAAAAAAg8/QYO2E2TnmPI/s1600-h/image-upload-43-745430.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/SA9OVVpyyuI/AAAAAAAAAg8/QYO2E2TnmPI/s320/image-upload-43-745430.jpe"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;..that SPRING has finally*finally*come to warwick.i could walk out of my room today with just a tshirt!!the pweety flowers were out and i just couldnt stop gushing.. ..much to the annoyance of zyang who was really hungry..whee!there were people on the grass,munching on apples and reading books..just like hw i imagined uni life would be in england..sigh.now if only i can find someone to layan my madness..n sit with me under the sun..and have a picnic..and run around..haihs.but noo..ive got idiot essays to finish and exams to study for.why do they like to torture students when the weather is so nice?! I apologize for the weird structure of this post..(if its weird) cz i cnt really see..im blogging from my phone cz im too excited about spprriiinggg...hahahahaha.im in the sun..sucks to all peeps in malaysia..heard its raining every day.lolz.k im going bck to appreciating the scenery now..toodles..  Enzxoxo.&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/4716806439638318713-6374376561089099343?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/6374376561089099343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=6374376561089099343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/6374376561089099343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/6374376561089099343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;moved back into my lovely lovely room in Jack Martin..(after Tocil I will never EVER take JM for granted again..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;haha.i dont know how i managed to collect so much rubbish...i filled three travel bags, one backpack, two handbags, and about four plastic bags and a tiny chest of drawers with all my stuff. imagine lugging the stuff all the way from...er...Tocil..to JM..its like...walking the whole of mv north to south about twice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;and guess who were the victims of my rubbish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/SAzyYMTzLRI/AAAAAAAAAgs/zIeo79FI-fw/s1600-h/DSC00856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/SAzyYMTzLRI/AAAAAAAAAgs/zIeo79FI-fw/s320/DSC00856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191790967886392594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;hehe. thats oliver on the right of the pic...and zyang on the left.poor munchkins..not that they were true gentlemen though..complaining all the darn way..haha. they were even more pissed off that i was laughing and giggling throughout the entire process...and that i took my phone out just to snap a pic of them looking utterly ridiculous...you cant see it but zyang's carrying a multi-face multi-colored (ie.gay) bag on the other side...and oliver looked like an overzealous japanese tourist in that stupid hat. oliver chose the longer way because "the other way damn shy la.people can see" hahahahaaaaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;ahem.but thank you anyway.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;spent much of saturday night/sunday morning unpacking (which is a bitch I tell you)..and I used all my cards and random advertisements from spain for my wall:D:D happy is me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/SAz0YMTzLSI/AAAAAAAAAg0/6T88vICMnIo/s1600-h/DSC00855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/SAz0YMTzLSI/AAAAAAAAAg0/6T88vICMnIo/s320/DSC00855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191793166909648162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;heeeheeeheee.nice nice or not???that shirt is from zyang..it says "I Love Morocco". he bought it EXTRA SMALL so i could put it on my wall. o.o didnt understand it till he explained to me..lolz.(maybe he ws just covering the fact that i couldnt fit into it..o.O)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;aaaanyways...finally went to tescos with the hallmates...amidst much laughter about singlish (Ro bought the Brit boys a book on singlish) dont know why..of all the things they picked up...they picked up the phrase "bang balls"..so now everything that goes wrong in the kitchen is met with "oh BANG BALLS LAAAH"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;ok i have so totally lost the mood for blogging right now.sigh.im so torn.top b? essay. top b? essay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;aaarrrrgghhhhhhhhhhhh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;oh oh...for all you people who love to procrastinate your work, well if you HAVE to procrastinate, might as well do charity along with it right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;this one's especially for all those people who think that their english is better than anyone else who claims that their's is better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://www.freerice.com"&gt;www.freerice.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;its this vocabulary game thing..and every word you get right earns you 20 grains of rice to be donated to the starving countries...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;This is done by the UN ..so dont worry, your time wont be wasted looking at youtube videos and gaining nothing but that momentary, brief respite from the stress of studying (or the stress from NOT studying - like me)..you'll be doing charity..and hopefully God will smile upon you for being so charitable and give you a first class...:D..lol who am i kidding =.= (i earned 5000 grains the last time i played...45 mins straight...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;zomg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;siigghs.top b.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;or not........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;its so good to be back in JM with my ensuite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;luccy in the skyyy with diamondsssss......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a beatles song.dont ask.its been stuck in my head...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-1798402891502273288?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/SAzyYMTzLRI/AAAAAAAAAgs/zIeo79FI-fw/s72-c/DSC00856.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-6337312183917760685</id><published>2008-04-18T23:52:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T00:23:08.355+01:00</updated><title type='text'>the end of break.</title><content type='html'>rawr. tis the season to be not jolly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;term 3 starts in 2 days. while im sooooo glad to be back in Jack Martin...I dreeead the exams..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole year..(though technically it's just been about 6 months ive been in the UK) has just slipped by...i dont think i learnt anything.seriously.apart from the class called Life, i dont think i picked up any more knowledge on law.pei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont know why we pay so much for an overseas education when it makes us end up in the same position, just like any other type of education: pissing our pants dreading the exams. *sweats*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeeesh. procrastination is a cancer that ive been trying to cure. I think my one third stage already.beyond hope.thankfully though, 2 of my 3 essays due the friday term begins are done.pheww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOH OOH DID YOU KNOW THAT EPISODES OH PCK (PHUA CHU KANG) ARE AVAILABLE ON YOUTUBE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh heh. that sitcom brought me up i swear. I remember waay back in std 4 when Hui En was going on and on about this "BAHCHOOKANNG" (that was how she pronounced it) and how her aunt was recording it for her on VCR (youtube and online streaming and DVDs were unheard of then)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PCK PVT LTD...bestt in singaahpohre and jayybeee...and some saaay BATAAAM..and now ah...even PULAU KETAMM..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that mole..and the yellow boots..and CHUBS..and aloysius...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so old nowwwwwwwww aarghhh. hm i think i shall watch one epi...*just one epi* before i start on bloody asfgh-ing legal theory.pei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"how much do you love me..?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"*shows hands* |.................| from here....to here..."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"so littleee!!!??"&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"but....the world is only |..| from here to here..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;.:Kisses:.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs19/300W/f/2007/257/c/7/love_by_coco_roko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs19/300W/f/2007/257/c/7/love_by_coco_roko.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Spontaneous..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs25/i/2008/108/0/c/TRUE_LOVE_by_Fancsa.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs25/i/2008/108/0/c/TRUE_LOVE_by_Fancsa.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Passionate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs30/300W/f/2008/064/b/1/kiss_by_Celinemesis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs30/300W/f/2008/064/b/1/kiss_by_Celinemesis.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Romantic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs14/300W/f/2007/101/4/b/Last_Kiss_by_Gwarf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs14/300W/f/2007/101/4/b/Last_Kiss_by_Gwarf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/SAkruhTFWkI/AAAAAAAAAgk/JCJxk-klfF4/s1600-h/DSC00851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/SAkruhTFWkI/AAAAAAAAAgk/JCJxk-klfF4/s400/DSC00851.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190728123733596738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't you just love kisses? So romantic *sigh*. The last pic's my fave.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pics from &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;Deviantart&lt;/a&gt;.&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/4716806439638318713-6337312183917760685?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/6337312183917760685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=6337312183917760685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/6337312183917760685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/6337312183917760685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2008/04/end-of-break.html' title='the end of break.'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/SAkruhTFWkI/AAAAAAAAAgk/JCJxk-klfF4/s72-c/DSC00851.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-3972735772195494986</id><published>2008-04-15T13:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T13:25:51.169+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Coca cola..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b_DCZ-nGnrg/SASeYAoIPCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uAiGJkY0_TA/s1600-h/image-upload-326-738505.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_b_DCZ-nGnrg/SASeYAoIPCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uAiGJkY0_TA/s320/image-upload-326-738505.jpe"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sparkling soft drink with VEGETABLE extracts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err..so..it's..healthier?aanyways,just got back frm tesco's..and i hereby declare that im going on a fruit diet!!so help me GOd.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.im blogging frm my phone at the mo.lets see how this workks..fiddle fiddle..&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/4716806439638318713-3972735772195494986?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/3972735772195494986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=3972735772195494986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/3972735772195494986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/3972735772195494986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2008/04/coca-cola.html' title='Coca cola..'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b_DCZ-nGnrg/SASeYAoIPCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uAiGJkY0_TA/s72-c/image-upload-326-738505.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-8475066057226056321</id><published>2008-04-14T18:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T20:08:21.157+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My latest "craze"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so, it's apparently the "talk" of the internet-savvy community back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;a mix between Big Brother and ANTM....what's so original about it? Akademi Fantasia was a mix of Big Bro and American Idol, and Malaysia's Most Beautiful *kofkoff* remember sheet-take?and hail berry!?*koffkoff* well....nothing original there either...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so tell me why.....why oh why this particular show is different?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I dont know how much of "the talk of the town" it is back home...but...HEH HEH. I'M LOVING IT LA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Before you froufrou "I watch ANTM from Cycle 1 to 10 and am therefore too superior for this shit" people shout about how horrible it is, let me say one thing..as usual, we malaysians always have to prove ourselves..whether it is by making the longest pandan cake in shape of the malaysian flag, or by sending a space tourist into..well,space...we just have to. it's almost as if it's in our DNA to strive to be the first in something, no matter how insignificant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What does this show prove, you ask? ....*goes to website and tries to printscreen..wait.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.......ASDFGH..screw Mac and its inability to printscreen and its non-existent MS Paint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sigh. ok fine. I shall be boring and tell you what it proves...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;......*so super anticlimax I want to die*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Malaysians has once again, made itself proud by producing it's first online reality tv series!!!!*yay throws confetti*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay so if you still don't know which show Im talking about, either you're a) not Malaysian *and acceptable excuse* or b) just damn n00b.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.malaysiandreamgirls.tv"&gt;Malaysian Dreamgirls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;here's the boring introduction, if you would like to read what *i* think, just forward down a little bit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Malaysian Dreamgirls is an online show where 12 girls are chosen out of the masses, thrown into one house (not as fancy as the ones you see in BigBro or TilaTequila), and are taught the secrets of being a supermodel...Every week a girl is voted out...and the winner gets to be on the front cover of NewMan *malaysia's GQ? i dunno*, a NISSAN LATIO, RM10,000, a NISSAN LATIO, RM3000 worth of haircare stuff from Wella, a NISSAN LATIO, RM1000 worth of Escada fragrances, and...a NISSAN LATIO. The judges are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.kennysia.com"&gt;KennySia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, ElaineDaly, and LimJimmy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*end intro*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay it's not like Im car-crazy or anything but the nissan latio is what most of the girls are after anyway. It aint like ANTM where girls cry and cry and cry about dreaming to be the world's best supermodel..At the most least you can say that our Malaysian girls are much more realistic about their looks and their capabilities as a supermodel (or lack thereof)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;nyaaaaaaahahahahahahah.Thanks to an idiotic fourth year who's an insomniac, I actually saw one of the first epis..and I was hooked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not because it was thaaat great or anything, truth be told, it kinda sucks..but because it has Malaysian Accents GALORE...(I think now you can see how much im missing home..since I usually HATE ahpia, ahlianfied accented English)..and it's sooo fascinating to watch the slow progression of bitchiness in that house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*ahem*The bitchiness starts when a few of the girls suddenly become quite secretive about the goings-on in the house. Think along the lines of "I just dont like it...when..*pause* some people...don't clean up after themselves you know?.." It's actually quite the pissing off cuz that just makes you want to know who the hell didnt clean up..*stones* zomg maybe that was a gimmick to make ppl stay tuned!!.......naaaah the production team cant be thaaaat creative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The next episode after someone gets voted off..."Well, we're okay la..it's just that, some people are still here...and then..."*camera goes sepia and zooms in on a few of the contestants* at this point you're like omg just tell me and spill the damn goss already..But NO. nothing gets told, and everyone's basically lalala *I quote Datin Hanis(one of the contestants)* until one day semua belang-belang keluarrr...and that's only in episode 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Even then, there arent any confrontations..it's just mainly backstab bitching and long long long bits of posing and posing and posing and posing with weird background music.The funniest parts are when the contestants are allowed their 15 minutes of connection to the outside world.  That's the only time where they get to know abit of what the others are saying about them from their parents/friends/whoever they contact.FUIYO..funnyness. Esp &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.hotpinkchili.blogspot.com"&gt;Cindy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;..heralded as queen bitch with her funky accent which comes and goes at will..you kneeowwww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;she launches into bitchcomplaints to her father with "ah pa, ni zhe tao na ge ma lai po....in du po.."*ah pa, you know that MALAYYY WOMAN bla bla bla INDIAN WOMAN...* right in front of the cameraman. committing audience suicide i thought. which person would still vote for her after hearing her underlying racist comments.but....i guess the malaysian audience..is still quite blind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and then there's Nadia..and the issue about Jeans, and TOMAHTOEEEESS.and swearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and there's Fiqa, with her pretty looks and apparently down to earth personality.. *people who know her claim that it's a facade..a front just to endear herself to the audience* Personally I think everyone knows someone like her in high school, the kind that's pretty and nice when she needs something, but isnt genuinely nice..I bet everyone who's reading this has someone in mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and there's oh-so-sweet Hanis, who everybody looooves to manja because she's so innocent and n00b about everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and there's Jay, the big sis of everyone, nobody has anything bad to say about her. except the audience...everyone says she looks like a MANWHORE. but i dont think so...her angular face makes her different from the rest..unique u know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and who could forget Ringo, aka &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.cheeserland.com"&gt;Cheesie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, a popular blogger who kinda damaged herself because she was initially rejected for the top 12, and got accepted again after one of the contestants dropped out, but not before she wrote a bitter bitter bitter blogpost about how some girls didnt deserve to get in and that the judges had fungus in their eyes...oo..bitch material??apparently not...matter was resolved in one single apology and she has dissappeared into the background ever since.from her blog I find her a very bubbly person and it's sad tht her personality isnt showing through on the show..her legions of fans are keeping her in still.though i dont know what a 5"2 model would do on a catwalk laa...nevermind....if she wins theres more hope for me...:):)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and of course, the reason why i watch the show... Adeline....when the judges asked her how bad she wanted to be a super model..she replied "deee-eeper than mountain...higher than sea" and when she got it she said.."i dont know what to say..i....i....lost..." hahahahahaaa...so funnyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;hem hem hem.I dont remember the rest...cuz theyre not really worth a mention la you kneeeow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The three judges dont play any important part..esp kenny..who just goes "ooh look at that..." hahaha...okay maybe it can be said that he's important..because he is the epitome of malaysian men. everytime see hot chick all they know how to say is "ooh look at that" or variations of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jimmy is just very obvious about all the advertising "And girls..what pretty exercise outfits you're wearing..all sponsored by....*waits for response from girls but doesnt get any* by Reebok!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Elaine Daly..hm.she doesnt appear in every episode but when she does I see how far away the models are compared to her. and she isnt even that big a supermodel.siiigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;All in all, a very good show to watch if youre currently procrastinating on something...and need one more nonsensical thing to do in your time of procrastination. I doubt anything productive will come of this. all the models fall short of even the ugliest in ANTM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As for me, I can't wait till the next episode comes out!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;OOH PS: check out cindy's blog for some hot spicy photos of herself...taken by her lil brother....i dont know what to say to that la.i think that's pretty sick and kinky zomg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;OOH OOH.interesting fact: wesleyans! I dont know how many of you know...but our very own prahsanna is in the trailer for Malaysian Dreamgirl..I think she should have been one of the contestants..sure beat the others flat..except her height la sigh...why are we so short la why. watch her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k4nQ9w4YXqI"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;PPS: if youre wondering why suddenly im blogging more than usual, it's because procrastination is kicking in. so there will be more crap from me.hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;..i need to pee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;TOODLES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-8475066057226056321?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/8475066057226056321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=8475066057226056321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/8475066057226056321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/8475066057226056321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-latest-craze.html' title='My latest &quot;craze&quot;...'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-1488379694523505959</id><published>2008-04-13T01:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T01:55:02.753+01:00</updated><title type='text'>when you least expect it.</title><content type='html'>"Andrew has just signed in"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart skipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the late nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the stress of exams and essays due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's how Ken needed to know how to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helo??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Andrew may not receive your message because he or she appears to be offline."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's the split second thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How abrupt was his departure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just his auto sign in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how a simple sign in sound can shake you up just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how many of his other friends saw the same thing I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, rushing an assignment. And for once, no Andrew to say "hi enli~! how r u?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-1488379694523505959?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/1488379694523505959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=1488379694523505959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/1488379694523505959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/1488379694523505959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-you-least-expect-it.html' title='when you least expect it.'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-7157433325886181400</id><published>2008-04-11T18:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T18:34:52.233+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Why don't you tell her&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you let her see&lt;br /&gt;The feelings that you hide&lt;br /&gt;Cuz she'll never know&lt;br /&gt;If you never show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The way u feel inside&lt;/span&gt;&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/4716806439638318713-7157433325886181400?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/7157433325886181400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=7157433325886181400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/7157433325886181400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/7157433325886181400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-dont-you-tell-her-why-dont-you-let.html' title=''/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-4992132328832822252</id><published>2008-04-11T13:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T14:21:29.300+01:00</updated><title type='text'>This comes late..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Andrew: hey enli! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;EnLI:erm...hi..who's this again?sorry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Andrew: haha I just added you la..im andrew..ken's friend..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;EnLi: oohhh! hie hie how r u..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Andrew: im ok la..hows packing?youre leaving soon rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;*mundane talk*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;EnLi: omg do u watch football!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Andrew: yea..haha*talks of some match that had just happened* which is ur fave?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;EnLi: erm..im afraid to answer...but..manchester??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Andrew:haha.you should be..good la manchester..if not i don wanna be friends with you already..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;EnLi: wth..so u wont be friends with someone if they dont support manchester??==&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Andrew: of course lah!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;That was, I think, the first conversation I had with him online..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;After a truly hilarious yumcha session in Old Town Coffee. I remember how surprised the guys were when the food came and hm..i cant remember..but one of them had the curry laksa, and it was so good they shared the next one..Andrew said he'd definitely go back there. And I said, oklar..maybe next time when Ken is back..and Andrew said "Har! So long meh...Sorry ken Im coming without you.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;About 5 hours were spent in that coffee house, laughing about A-Levels maths, and of course, Mr Lim's addmath tuition.Andrew was the sesat one, him being the only one not part of the trio that went. Ken and I were, as usual, bickering about who was better, and Jian Hung *that old sage* was sitting back taking in the praises when Andrew asked "Eh how come Jian Hung not included?"And we both replied "Aiyah,, kenot fight la..hes a nerd!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;That time was the first time I met any of Ken's chums. I remember seeing him around alot, with his HELP group..sitting in Devi's always outside near the trees. The first thing that struck me was that although they were endlessly teasing each other, they never brought the other down. It was all very brotherly. And when it came to exams (I think this was before the HELP result were out) Ken was boasting about how his maths were alot better now and if he sat for our exams he would have gotten the same as Andrew. I laughed and asked Andrew if his maths was really that bad, much to the irritation of Ken. And Andrew, instead of taking the piss (though he laughed along..and this sticking up for his bro came later..after much much laughter)said "Nola..were about the same level..and Im not THAAAT bad...so I think can la..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;That time was the first time I met up with him. And the last. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;And I must admit one thing, I thought he was very very cute. Save the short part.Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;No, he didn't ask for my number. Hahahaha.  A little dissapointed..But it was okay you know? I never thought I'd see him again...little did I know that I really wouldnt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;But when I got home, there was a Facebook request. And a new MSN add..and..of course, I knew who he was when he first talked to me online, even though I pretended I didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;If he HAD asked for my number, I think I would have thought differently about him. The guards would have gone up and the alarms would have sounded. But no, Andrew did the "shy guy" thing. Which I found sooooo funny and cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I won't say he was special to me then, because he wasn't. He was just some random person I chanced upon. I was so busy with saying goodbye to everyone else that he just slipped my mind completely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I think the whole world knows that Im not the type to chat online..And whenever he chatted to me, I guess I was rather distant, but he never stopped asking me how I was whenever I was online, and sure, we'd talk, not extensively, just how are yous and all that. Then one day, I didn't get a message from him. Maybe it had been a few days already. A week? March 31st. That day I spared Andrew a second of thought.."Hm...Where is this feller ah.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Oliver told me about some guy who was in a coma from HELP because he hit his head while gymming. He said I couldn't have known the guy. Andrew he said. I dont remember Andrew as Andrew because I call him midget! ken's fault! I didnt feel anything when Oliver told me that. It was just another *oh sad case*..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;A week later, it snowed in Warwick. SPRING!three inches of snow. it started at 2am ish (about 9am in Malaysia) Ive neveer seen it snowed that much before in my life. The next day, I found out that it snowed heavily in LONDON too. I dont know the last time it ever snowed in London man...and then I saw all the MSN names. RIP, I'll miss you Andrew..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;And a MSN message from Jian Hung: "Hey Enz, remember the guy that you me and ken went out with?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;He was offline by the time I saw the message. But it clicked. Andrew. Midget. Gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Disbelief set in. How could it..Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I asked around...IMed Ken about a hundred times. I just needed to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;It's strange how someone becomes special in their absence. Everything he's ever said, every facial expression of his that you remember, every memory..is just magnified 100 times over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I doubt everything i remember, because I only have that much memory of him. I remember an impish smile. on a boyish face. I could be wrong. but that's how I remember him. I remember the way he picked up his glass to take a sip from the straw. I remember him wearing shorts. and the slim fit puma-esque shoes he wore. I remember his polo t. his waxed hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Ive read so many stories, memories, of him...and mine falls way short. Everyone who was close to him would say "I dont know what to say, there were too many memories.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I can say "I dont have much to say, but I have one memory. And one memory I will treasure, because he was the first of my peers to leave this world." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Andrew, you're an idiot. Why did you do that stupid workout. Why. Not buff enough issit. I wish I had told you how much I liked your smile. If I knew that this would have happened,  I wouldnt have told you to go to the gym more so you can buff up and all the girls will love you. I would have said that you dont need that; Youve got the smile..the eyes..and the heart. I would have told you how much I hate people going to CC so late into the night. And how people can die of exhaustion if they CC so much *not to mention the stoned look they have on their faces*.Maybe you would have gone anyway. But I wish I did nevertheless. I wish I kept in touch with Ken more. Then maybe I would have met you earlier, and got to experience abit of that special bond that you have with everyone. Oh wait...I already do have that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I owe you a facebook wall post.No, actually you do. Remember that midg? How we were so childish.. I should have done it then, at least I knew you'd reply. But now you never will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I can't bring myself to do it. Everyone else has so many memories of you. They can write millions of facebook wall posts and they still wouldnt run out of things to remember you by. Ive only got a fraction of what theyve got. I wish I remembered to see you in Dec when I got back, again, everything else just came up..before you..like I said, you weren't special to me then..and if you were alive now, I doubt I would have talked to u any more than I did...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;What can I say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Andrew, Ill miss your "Hi enli!"s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;And hopefully the Red Devils will win this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Have fun up there. I know you will.Say hi to Jesus for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Thank you for teaching me, waking me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Life is fragile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;everyday you wake up could be your last. Just like how he probably rolled out of bed after less than 2 hours sleep to go and play futsal and go gym after a night of CC-ing. Did he know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;The last time he opened the gates of his house to go out, the last time he took off his sweaty football jersey..the last time he ate his fave tandoori chicken..the last time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;He didnt know it was his last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I know this lesson of yours to me probably wont stick, and I will forget that I should treasure everything like it was the last thing I would do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;And guess what midg!! I will give you that facebook wall post sheesh YOU win.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I'll see you again. And when I do you better still remember me. And REPLY MY DARN FBOOK WALL POST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;enz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-4992132328832822252?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/4992132328832822252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=4992132328832822252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/4992132328832822252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/4992132328832822252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-comes-late.html' title='This comes late..'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-9049968999153907850</id><published>2008-03-31T21:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T21:33:09.608+01:00</updated><title type='text'>*cough cough dies*</title><content type='html'>zomg. im coughing so bad i think sars has come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the holidays after spain has been such...a....FREAKING....BORE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natsy's gone to London for her stupid GOLDMAN SACHS spring internship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ollie's gone to London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SueBee's in Germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn Ian's in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Zhiyang is a) watching his stupid youtube stuff b) playing games c) studying like a 2nd year should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kshen is in Notts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHUAAARGH.kill me now la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be studying..but im not.all im doing is watching stupid korean shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whuaarghhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;*maybe i never should have..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and the princess has spoken.after so long.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-9049968999153907850?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/9049968999153907850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=9049968999153907850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/9049968999153907850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/9049968999153907850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2008/03/cough-cough-dies.html' title='*cough cough dies*'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-6994490048063411070</id><published>2008-03-20T18:48:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-20T18:59:44.173Z</updated><title type='text'>Girona...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pepitotours.com/images/girona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.pepitotours.com/images/girona.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know where that is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little town an hour away from the bustling city of Barcelona..the air is fresh..seagulls fly..(it's a coastal town..20 minutes away from Costa Brava)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrived here at about three and checked into our hotel : Hotel Ciutat de Girona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd best in the city...IM NOT A BRAT. the price is about the same as the hotel we had in Barcelona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hotel..is..OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R-KzFFWcanI/AAAAAAAAAgI/aNzN7WNPLpw/s1600-h/Photo+334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R-KzFFWcanI/AAAAAAAAAgI/aNzN7WNPLpw/s400/Photo+334.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179899421346523762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Natsy and Kshen in the room.very modern and sleek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R-KzFVWcaoI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/p7cYwgiss8E/s1600-h/Photo+335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R-KzFVWcaoI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/p7cYwgiss8E/s400/Photo+335.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179899425641491074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the entrance.yes i got the same shoes as Nats..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) very nice yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping at the Spanish designer shops..though the price was horrendous. but still managed to buy some..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays gotta go dinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-6994490048063411070?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/6994490048063411070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=6994490048063411070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/6994490048063411070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/6994490048063411070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2008/03/girona.html' title='Girona...'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R-KzFFWcanI/AAAAAAAAAgI/aNzN7WNPLpw/s72-c/Photo+334.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-5540714568309491768</id><published>2008-03-18T22:46:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-18T23:17:05.805Z</updated><title type='text'>Underneath the spanish skies.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;hello everyone...or should i say..olaa!!! (geez that sounds cheeeeeeseeeyy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;left from the east midlands airport today at 1550. Ryanair wasn't bad at all, save the very bitchy ticket information lady who well.was very bitchy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;arrived at the Girona Airport...and was struck by...the smell of horse crap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;dont know why it smelt that way...but it did.took the bus right into the heart of Barcelona..and into Hotel Principal. Very nice hotel. Call us bratty but i dont care!there's wireless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;:)I was starving by then..and we had absolutely no idea where to go. Our hotel is situated near the la ramblas, BUT in quite a dodgy and quiet area. Asking the concierge for restaurant suggestions was one of the best decisions we made so far lol. He directed us to this place : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://www.lesquinzenits.com"&gt;Les Quinze Nits&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Economical a.k.a KIAMSIAP ppl, don't be put off by the poshness of the surroundings or its name. It really is a great bargain, with the most expensive dish being about 10 euro or so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I do have tons of pictures, but Nat's camera doesn't have a cable so...it'll have to come later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I recommend the Calamars Andalusa (fried calamarii) for starters...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I had the Llom de Bacalla ( codfish with burnt garlic sauce) for the Main. I tell you. This Dish. o.m.g. I even ate the veggies!!!!!!(that should tell you how good the food was because I NEVER eat veggies) The fish was done perfectly, not too dry or too raw..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Kshen had the Salma Planxa Laminas (grilled salmon with courgettes). The salmon was sooo fresh and grilled just so the fish was still tender..add the cucumber thingies (yes I ate them too) and..whoo hoo.fish heaven for fish lovers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Natalie had the Spanish local favourite, the Mar I Montanya Mand. (meatballs and squid in squid ink) Before you go *ewwww*..it's not as disgusting as it sounds.. neither does it look disgusting. The meatballs put the Ikea swedish meatballs to SHAMEEE. The meat was rolled up very loosely so the meatballs come loose in your mouth at first chew..The squid was super fresh, and even though squid isn't really what I'd go for,  Squidlovers!this dish is a must-try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Now comes dessert...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;*looks blissfully into nothingness*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;phwoar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I had the Catulayan dessert; nougat with ice cream and custard and melted chocolate.....omigod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;HEAVEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;seriously Im not exaggerating. Even Kshen, who is very hard to please, paused and closed his eyes, smiling at the first mouthful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;We thought that it would be very "jelak"..but NOPE. I wanted more.and.more.and.more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Nyums.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Gastronomy's heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Natalie had Profiteroles and cream, something quite normal, but by now I think you would have guessed that this restaurant was made to impress *looks blissfully into nothingness again*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Yes yes. Our first meal in spain - our opening ceremony - was, indeed the most perfect for the three of us. We wouldnt have it any other way. mmmmmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I wish we had the pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;But they will come later...or on Facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Gotta go look for stuff to see tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Lips! seriously! you have to go to that restaurant!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;ok thanks bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Buenos noches!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;enz:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-5540714568309491768?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/5540714568309491768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=5540714568309491768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/5540714568309491768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/5540714568309491768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2008/03/underneath-spanish-skies.html' title='Underneath the spanish skies.....'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-4944391450228781787</id><published>2008-03-04T15:37:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-03-04T16:29:22.758Z</updated><title type='text'>vamos a espana!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;EnLi is going to Spain!! *dons sunnies*from the 18th till 27th march enli is going to the land of zorro, samba,cafe del mar and...old weird cathedrals...:)..the unfortunate ones to be dragged along? Kshen and Nat..anyone else wanna come along??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;aaanyways....spent the weekend with ShauntheMango and AlexWungtheIdiot. London, as always, was good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R810106qzkI/AAAAAAAAAf4/HUS9wqzciP8/s1600-h/P1010220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R810106qzkI/AAAAAAAAAf4/HUS9wqzciP8/s400/P1010220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173920015005175362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Waiting for the bus 24 take II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R814GU6qzlI/AAAAAAAAAgA/iLatHe-o7FM/s1600-h/P1010216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R814GU6qzlI/AAAAAAAAAgA/iLatHe-o7FM/s400/P1010216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173923597007900242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;with the idiot from Manchester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not to mention the Imperial mNite which was the bomb..steamrolled Warwick's by a mile..What did I like about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Got to see Joshua and Chester strut their stuff in the dances..Joshua in the Indian dance and Chester in the..er..market dance where he was a very enthusiastic butcher..lol. oh and Amresh who was playing himself exactly as the young Jon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;One surprise was Keat's friend Sing Kwan..didnt know he could act..and act he did...as a Mat Rempit no less. Though I found it rather strange that he switched accents when he randomly burst into the Malay language; as he spoke perfectly accented English most of the time. The female actresses came off rather weak in comparison to the male talent -  and NO Im not being typical enli who's biased towards the opposite sex. Oh oh MELL! i also met Ming and Yusnie.and Keat of course but hes not worth mentioning cuz he FFK-ed me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was super super impressed by Yan Jun (?) who was Boon, every mnite's token aHbeng...His HAIR, ACCENT,STYLE,SPEECH,EYES...all screamed CHEE CHEONG KAI AHBENG...hahah..he kept the audience laughing with his chinapek accent going "eh miss. I sell DVDs u know?" and "Ah pa..*referring to altar* Someone here to see you.." and of course, who could forget the "Diam diam la lu.." in his first scene.....*sigh* Talent attracts me. and ohmygee I'll be so screwed if he comes across this blog o.O:D. Oh well. Loved the voice changing from chinapek to deep masculine when he had to sing. he sings well too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;let's see. he FITS the criteria! someone cute(ish), talented, funny, confident, can sing, smart (imperial).WHOA.dream guy alert. lol again he better not see this.and if any of you people who know him read this post DONT show it to him.DONT. i shy.=.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Didnt even go up to him to congratulate him..though i think he would look at me funny if i did. I mean, which self-respecting girl would be so forward as to do that right? or maybe thats just me being egotistic and anal about approaching guys first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;teehee. Imperial = land of cute(ish) guys.the creme de la creme of malaysian guys maybe?not that its very good quality anyway..but that's where the best of the worst is.heehee. okay I shall stop degrading guys to mere products of the flesh trade and move on to other more interesting anecdotes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;James, Kshen and DingShyong : The trio that's always worth a mention. These three nuts never fail to make me laugh even when im thoroughly annoyed with them. What was the joke this time? Me being a BBC..oh yeah got a new name too....Emily Lam...*say it in the hong kong-ese accent*..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...Im rambling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sigh.when will my blog turn into one of those intellectual thought provoking ones that leave you thinking "wow she's so deepp"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;hopefully never...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;one thing though, i definitely need to write better. I think im losing my touch. or maybe i never had it. i need to stop second guessing myself too.geez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R81zvU6qzjI/AAAAAAAAAfw/Kuo6ncj2czI/s1600-h/MyPicture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R81zvU6qzjI/AAAAAAAAAfw/Kuo6ncj2czI/s400/MyPicture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173918803824397874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You took me right out of the blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;simply by showing that you love me too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-4944391450228781787?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/4944391450228781787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=4944391450228781787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/4944391450228781787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/4944391450228781787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2008/03/vamos-espana.html' title='vamos a espana!'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R810106qzkI/AAAAAAAAAf4/HUS9wqzciP8/s72-c/P1010220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-3751384253772689820</id><published>2008-02-22T20:17:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-22T20:31:07.564Z</updated><title type='text'>Streaming videos online suck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;asdfgh. I just want to watch my Gossip Girl!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is that so hard?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Geez. Damn youku and all the sloooowwwwww crap sites that lag at the good parts.jeeezzz.piss. me . off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's soo amazing how fast time flies. Its almost the end of term 2 already and Im choosing my modules for 2nd year...o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2nd year.Sounds very...old.and mature-ish. :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finalized my options today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Commercial and Consumer Contracting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Foundations of EU Law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Business and Finance Insolvency&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;International Law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;......zzzZzzzzzzzzzzz......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;annnnnnnnnnndddddddddddddddd *tribute to Ms. Anne*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;LAW AND LITERATURE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;:P:P:P:P:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;okayy okayy all you old fogies out there are probably shaking your head at me, saying that this module will do nothing in helping me be a kickass corporate lawyer....but......... *shows offensive sign*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I.Dont.Care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;:) here's to Gary Watt and Shakespeare and Dickens for my 2nd year LLB Law~~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is a very convoluted blogpost.Im trying to fit all the happenings into one post; and without the continuance of flowing prose (I have no idea what that was supposed to mean but i hope u catch my drift)..its abit of a hop here hop there around my life...teehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will be down in London on the 29th for Imperial's Mnite. So all you londoney nerds! Meet up! you know how to get me..xoxo Gossip Girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ahhh......screw its.still not loading......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its Meta 13 tonite at the Union, purportedly one of the best nights of the year..so Im dragging my sorry nerdy ass off my comfy bed to go and socialize abit...hopefully it'll be good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;hohums.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think that's about as much hopping around me life as you can get before you puke from vertigo or smth (again i have no idea how that connects but who caress...in a very enli-fied moment now ie. RANDOM) .OOH its loaded.for another 30seconds.sigh.beggars cant be choosers.PAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;on another more, how you call it, serious note?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...maybe it's about time she takes that ring off her finger and puts it away in her box of memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;you know you love me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gossip Girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;enz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-3751384253772689820?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/3751384253772689820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=3751384253772689820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/3751384253772689820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/3751384253772689820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2008/02/streaming-videos-online-suck.html' title='Streaming videos online suck.'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-8855991551086724273</id><published>2008-02-19T11:31:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-02-19T12:05:53.069Z</updated><title type='text'>itssofreakkingcoldiwannadie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so, I woke up today at 845 ish, sleepily dragged my torn jeans on along with a THIN CHEAPASS primark top..put on my coat, looked for muh keys (that always have the disgusting habit of being out of my sight whenever i really really need to get out fast), and trudged out the door of JM 4 to go to my bloody 9am Contract lecture - doing this for you Prof Hugh! *i swear if you werent so genial and wonderfully dedicated i wouldnt even bother waking up*...whenn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHOOOSSSH....*burst of cold cold air hits me in the face*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I see frost on the ground and being the idiot camera mad sleepyhead i take out my phone and snap snap snap..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R7q_dghCbtI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/7w9DfKIToRg/s1600-h/DSC00677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R7q_dghCbtI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/7w9DfKIToRg/s400/DSC00677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168654036026683090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when suddenly...i cant feel me fingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R7q_dQhCbsI/AAAAAAAAAfI/37ls1-ueRLI/s1600-h/DSC00678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R7q_dQhCbsI/AAAAAAAAAfI/37ls1-ueRLI/s400/DSC00678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168654031731715778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that's the field outside my hall.looking at it also i feel cold already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i thought it would get warmer at 111 when i finish my seminar..but nuuuu.it was colllddderrrrrrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*brrrrrr*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i s.w.e.a.r. freaking cold..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;want to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i got the fever and the flu and the cough and the sore throat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*wallows in selfpity*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone should be doing this in their rooms right now.screw classes.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R7rF2QhCbuI/AAAAAAAAAfY/uz_fV29x3ew/s1600-h/Photo+217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R7rF2QhCbuI/AAAAAAAAAfY/uz_fV29x3ew/s400/Photo+217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168661058298212066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bloody weather damn conjob.last week so sunny.now winter full blast.PAH.and damn the primark top.gah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.enz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-8855991551086724273?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/8855991551086724273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=8855991551086724273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/8855991551086724273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/8855991551086724273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2008/02/itssofreakkingcoldiwannadie.html' title='itssofreakkingcoldiwannadie.'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R7q_dghCbtI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/7w9DfKIToRg/s72-c/DSC00677.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-4017421536421240054</id><published>2008-02-15T22:35:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-02-15T22:55:56.848Z</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs30/300W/f/2008/046/c/d/Roses_by_uzipukki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs30/300W/f/2008/046/c/d/Roses_by_uzipukki.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Has St Valentine's been good to you this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;For me, I guess he has. Sort of. Got over the ex pretty okay.. Had the support of so many caring friends (some maybe more than friends*wink*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's my reading week now..what's left of it anyway. Tues and Wed was spent in Oxford being nice to Tzin..I had fun:) pics on facebook:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-614.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v198/213/95/690305614/n690305614_2250253_1937.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos-614.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v198/213/95/690305614/n690305614_2250253_1937.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;well i couldnt resist putting some up here..:)in Christ Church Meadow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-614.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v198/213/95/690305614/n690305614_2250263_4801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos-614.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v198/213/95/690305614/n690305614_2250263_4801.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Im Glad we're ok again:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;AAAnnnnyways.How was your Valentine's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it was aaamaazing for you..While it wasn't amaaazing for me; seeing as I'm cursed forever to be alone during this day =.= it was good enough because it was spent with laughter and lots of love:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*not to mention it was reading week thus no classes:):):)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go do laundry now....gah. have a fun week:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R7YX0whCbrI/AAAAAAAAAfA/m5-GXc-P5GI/s1600-h/Photo+320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R7YX0whCbrI/AAAAAAAAAfA/m5-GXc-P5GI/s400/Photo+320.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167343817598332594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my very own bouquet.....  thanks though you'll never see this..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;.enz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-4017421536421240054?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/4017421536421240054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=4017421536421240054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/4017421536421240054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/4017421536421240054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines.html' title='Valentine&apos;s'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R7YX0whCbrI/AAAAAAAAAfA/m5-GXc-P5GI/s72-c/Photo+320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-2899748854554235504</id><published>2008-02-08T19:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-08T19:29:20.707Z</updated><title type='text'>I won't say it..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;                If there's a prize for rotten judgment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I guess I've already won that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No man is worth the aggravation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's ancient history--been there, done that! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who d'ya think you're kiddin'?&lt;br /&gt;He's the earth and heaven to you&lt;br /&gt;Try to keep it hidden&lt;br /&gt;Honey, we can see right through you&lt;br /&gt;Girl, ya can't conceal it&lt;br /&gt;We know how ya feel and&lt;br /&gt;Who you're thinkin' of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No chance, no way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I won't say it, no, no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You swoon, you sigh&lt;br /&gt;Why deny it, uh-oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's too cliché &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I won't say I'm in love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I thought my heart had learned its lesson &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It feels so good when you start out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My head is screaming, get a grip, girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Unless you're dying to cry your heart out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You keep on denyin'&lt;br /&gt;Who you are and how you're feelin'&lt;br /&gt;Baby, we're not buyin'&lt;br /&gt;Hon, we saw ya hit the ceilin'&lt;br /&gt;Face it like a grown-up&lt;br /&gt;When ya gonna own up&lt;br /&gt;That you got, got, got it bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whoa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No chance, no way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I won't say it, no, no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Give up, give in&lt;br /&gt;Check the grin--you're in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This scene won't play &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I won't say I'm in love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're doin' flips&lt;br /&gt;Read our lips: you're in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're way off base &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I won't say it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Get off my case &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I won't say it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Girl, don't be proud&lt;br /&gt;It's O.K. you're in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;At least out loud &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I won't say I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;whooo hoooo...heeeereee we go againnnn..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;when will my heart EVER learn.sheesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-2899748854554235504?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/2899748854554235504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=2899748854554235504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/2899748854554235504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/2899748854554235504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-wont-say-it.html' title='I won&apos;t say it..'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-4857382511184544299</id><published>2008-01-31T06:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-31T08:34:19.561Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>three cans of coke</title><content type='html'>due to an excessive amount of sugar in my bloodstream as a result of above title, i am awake at 6am.i do not plan to sleep as i have a 9am lecture..criminal law.a bitch to attend but a necessity nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whilst ive been indulging my nocturnal spree, i stumbled upon a rather interesting entry on marc teo's space..i shall do the tag:)hopefully it keeps me awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The most recent picture of you. Where was it taken, when was it taken and who took it? How was your mood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R6FuA9v9atI/AAAAAAAAAeI/LQyebCfaohs/s1600-h/ans1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R6FuA9v9atI/AAAAAAAAAeI/LQyebCfaohs/s400/ans1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161527610798074578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this was taken in the student union, one world week thingy,angeline WHEE, my very paranoid and nerdy seminar mate,and i was feeling in awe because i never thought they would bring stuff like boas and parrots INTO the union. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture of you with a friend. Who is this friend? How did you meet him/her? How long have you known him/her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R6Fv_9v9auI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/WhXVESix67Q/s1600-h/NS2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R6Fv_9v9auI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/WhXVESix67Q/s400/NS2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161529792641460962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;errrrrrrrrr.haha.this is a picture of cap and i..more of like our butts.how long have we known each other?well.impersonally about 7 years?counting from the moment she saw me playing volleyball(quite badly) in the compound during sports practice in form 1.hehe. we 'met' in form 4 when she sat behind me...i think.dont really remember haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A family picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://beaconatbangsar.com/gallery2/d/31689-2/IMG_4200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://beaconatbangsar.com/gallery2/d/31689-2/IMG_4200.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;taken at the airport just before i left for the UK. yes my brother is very tall.sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture of you making the peace sign:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R6F3edv9avI/AAAAAAAAAeY/rqrMN2E4INE/s1600-h/MyPicture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R6F3edv9avI/AAAAAAAAAeY/rqrMN2E4INE/s400/MyPicture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161538013208865522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. A picture of you making a yo dawg sign:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R6F4ntv9awI/AAAAAAAAAeg/iKyiFGcJecM/s1600-h/MyPicture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R6F4ntv9awI/AAAAAAAAAeg/iKyiFGcJecM/s400/MyPicture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161539271634283266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;okay...so it's not really a 'yo dawg' sign...it's the closest i could get...lol.the hair is quite yo dawg i think...cornrows yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture of u in your halloween costume:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R6F6o9v9axI/AAAAAAAAAeo/qXs4LkBqPaw/s1600-h/PB080175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R6F6o9v9axI/AAAAAAAAAeo/qXs4LkBqPaw/s400/PB080175.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161541492132375314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ok this isnt exactly for halloween - i didnt dress up, ever. this was one random day that we had a block in the writing of the malaysian nite script..and i decided to dress up with the 5 pound wig i bought in london (remember this leo?hoho)..i think i look quite the punk rocker chick here with the jet black french bob and all.hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture of you on holiday. Where was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-614.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v119/213/95/690305614/n690305614_1013691_7656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos-614.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v119/213/95/690305614/n690305614_1013691_7656.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in langkawi, with the 12+1. it was reaaaly hard perching on that stupid tree. not as relaxing as it looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture of you in your workplace/school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-772.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v117/234/22/545760772/n545760772_260537_5663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos-772.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v117/234/22/545760772/n545760772_260537_5663.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at college, just after the final scene of The Comedy of Errors - if you look closely, you can see a moustache drawn on me face..i was one of the Dromios, PuiShen was the other one. MISS YOU WOMAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-016.friendster.com/e1/photos/61/08/238016/18550844713267l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos-016.friendster.com/e1/photos/61/08/238016/18550844713267l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and of course, my 12+1, AGAIN never the full group.miss you all too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;A picture of you in a weird or random place. Where is this place? Who took this picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R6F-6Nv9ayI/AAAAAAAAAew/IDVsN26M3Ok/s1600-h/PB030199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R6F-6Nv9ayI/AAAAAAAAAew/IDVsN26M3Ok/s400/PB030199.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161546186531629858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;muhuhhahaha.weird enough? this was at king's cross london, platform (as you can see ) nine and three quarters. Clinton Tan took this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture of you on stage:&lt;br /&gt;ooh ive got tons of this.:)thanks to the plays in church and the runway thingie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://beaconatbangsar.com/gallery2/d/26728-2/P7220034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://beaconatbangsar.com/gallery2/d/26728-2/P7220034.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i was an Egyptian princess.the one with the face away from the camera standing up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://beaconatbangsar.com/gallery2/d/17736-4/p20050003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://beaconatbangsar.com/gallery2/d/17736-4/p20050003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this was one of the practices for "The Portrait of Christmas" in Bangsar Actor's Studio. [Marc was right.this DOES take aaages to do - its 8am already]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture of you with a celebrity:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-326.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v168/232/60/508532326/n508532326_544769_6056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos-326.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v168/232/60/508532326/n508532326_544769_6056.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simon from alvin and the chipmunks:) oh and abit of andy lau's chin:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture of you wearing something strange:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R6GGYtv9azI/AAAAAAAAAe4/0Xiv9jOnaOQ/s1600-h/P9240138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R6GGYtv9azI/AAAAAAAAAe4/0Xiv9jOnaOQ/s400/P9240138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161554407099034418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NicholasYoong, Jas, and I were at the Tower of London, hence the 'lady''s hat.that's the strangest it gets i guess hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture of you wearing formal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v77/213/95/690305614/n690305614_652952_7944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v77/213/95/690305614/n690305614_652952_7944.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taylor's prom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gee look at the time.8.30. gotta go bathe.gee.seems like i had a 36 hour day lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays. hope u njoyed the pictorial!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.enz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-4857382511184544299?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/4857382511184544299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=4857382511184544299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/4857382511184544299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/4857382511184544299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2008/01/three-cans-of-coke.html' title='three cans of coke'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R6FuA9v9atI/AAAAAAAAAeI/LQyebCfaohs/s72-c/ans1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-3516095651150043433</id><published>2008-01-26T21:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-26T21:49:16.975Z</updated><title type='text'>that girl should've been me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_3hsJ2m0UGU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_3hsJ2m0UGU&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that girl should've been me hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.aaanyways.that's my darling ethan!!!!:):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cute huh????such a young actor....siiiigggghhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOTE FOR THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.sohhensem.com/video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brylcreem - for all ages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pleaseplease vote:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-3516095651150043433?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/3516095651150043433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=3516095651150043433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/3516095651150043433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/3516095651150043433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2008/01/that-girl-shouldve-been-me.html' title='that girl should&apos;ve been me.'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-5874575733277977540</id><published>2008-01-21T00:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-21T01:29:18.301Z</updated><title type='text'>i-was-on-a-runway.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;nope you didn't read wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the short enli got to be on a runway.i remember distinctly ranting with my rant buddy kshen about how we'd never be tall or good enough to get on a runway (post Malaysia's Most Beautiful, Wo Yao Zhuo Model, ANTM etc)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;WELL I HAVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;it was good fun, very unlike the bitchy evil sessions we see on tv. We paraded in our national costumes, and I chose to wear the sari, complicating piece of work;that is indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;'we' meaning Malaysians..twas done in conjunction with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.oneworldweek.net/"&gt;One World Week&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; , Warwick's acclaimed "largest student-run global event" or something like that..about 31 other countries/societies performed, including the OWW models, who modelled clothes by new look and other high street brands...they even did a similar show to the victoria's secret one, with hunky half naked male models and angel's wings *pants*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Back to the sari.omgdie. horrible piece of cloth. i had NO IDEA how the heck to wear it, and even after the countless youtube videos and asking mann "eh like this ah?" a billion times, i still do not get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear Nat had to be my assistant in folding the 6 yards of cloth around me.and Mann got sooo cheesed off cuz i kept on asking him...and he doesnt know much cuz well, in his own words.."Im SIKH, I DONT WEAR SAREES"...=.= well i shouldve thought he wouldnt wear sarees anyway, seeing as he's a guy...but whatever...lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was soo nervous on the runway, cuz i couldnt safety pin a silk saree right, and i was wearing shorts that were too loose for me...so obviously the 'hold' wasn't there. add in a pair of new dunno-how-many-inch heels and a crowd of about 1200 and you'll get a very jittery enli...managed to get thru it though and ppl sed we put on a good show...so there you go...I DID IT:D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;pictures...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v166/132/73/734975850/n734975850_840958_102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v166/132/73/734975850/n734975850_840958_102.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v166/132/73/734975850/n734975850_840963_1588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v166/132/73/734975850/n734975850_840963_1588.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v166/132/73/734975850/n734975850_840962_1290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v166/132/73/734975850/n734975850_840962_1290.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sorry ah the pics abit not the clear....but ill get the clearer ones soon....spot me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;aaaaaanyways.what do i have in the coming weeks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;well first off...its one world week...tons of events...as u will see if u click on the link above...and then....on feb 2.....its WARWICK MSA MALAYSIAN NITE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;yes you UK ppl....do come:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;come see me la if not for the show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;text/MSN me for details..or just look it up on my Facebook events.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;hope to see you there!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;k lah have to go read my sem notes.ciao!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.enz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-5874575733277977540?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/5874575733277977540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=5874575733277977540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/5874575733277977540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/5874575733277977540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-was-on-runway.html' title='i-was-on-a-runway.'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-5493569459363653567</id><published>2008-01-17T14:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-17T14:45:03.999Z</updated><title type='text'>Li Peng Li Peng Li Peng</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/Ra34JK2G83I/AAAAAAAAAGE/ZDa707WUTcg/s1600-h/lip11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/Ra34JK2G83I/AAAAAAAAAGE/ZDa707WUTcg/s1600-h/lip11.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/Ra35iK2G88I/AAAAAAAAAGs/IMCSFOSe8jo/s1600-h/lips6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/Ra35iK2G88I/AAAAAAAAAGs/IMCSFOSe8jo/s1600-h/lips6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/Ra34JK2G83I/AAAAAAAAAGE/ZDa707WUTcg/s1600-h/lip11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/Ra34JK2G83I/AAAAAAAAAGE/ZDa707WUTcg/s1600-h/lip11.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/Ra35iK2G88I/AAAAAAAAAGs/IMCSFOSe8jo/s1600-h/lips6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/Ra35iK2G88I/AAAAAAAAAGs/IMCSFOSe8jo/s1600-h/lips6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R49oJMoxCSI/AAAAAAAAAd4/vIwAsLlkeKc/s1600-h/IMG_0422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R49oJMoxCSI/AAAAAAAAAd4/vIwAsLlkeKc/s320/IMG_0422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156454605582829858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R49oJsoxCTI/AAAAAAAAAeA/3zr_Tt71XXU/s1600-h/IMG_0647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R49oJsoxCTI/AAAAAAAAAeA/3zr_Tt71XXU/s320/IMG_0647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156454614172764466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*digs for old pictures*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lipeng.what can i say. the girl with two birthday posts from me.check the secrets lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to dig and dig for these pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh somehow the old pics arent showing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its amazing how time flies when you're being bimbotic eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive known u for about two years..o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too much.must stop being friends already lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.i love you.tons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and though imnotgoingtolondonnextweek, dont kill me:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to warwick mnite.you get to see me all ahlian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ailafyu.happy nineteenth babe.last teen year.enjoy it.much love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me, xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gossip Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ok too much of that series...but its damned good i tell you.watchwatch watch it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.enz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-5493569459363653567?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/5493569459363653567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=5493569459363653567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/5493569459363653567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/5493569459363653567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2008/01/li-peng-li-peng-li-peng.html' title='Li Peng Li Peng Li Peng'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/Ra34JK2G83I/AAAAAAAAAGE/ZDa707WUTcg/s72-c/lip11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-8537498364808872956</id><published>2008-01-08T10:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-08T10:36:49.551Z</updated><title type='text'>fallen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Heaven bent to take my hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;And lead me through the fire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Be the long awaited answer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;To a long and painful fight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Truth be told I've tried my best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;But somewhere along the way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;I got caught up in all there was to offer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;And the cost was so much more than I could bear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Though I've tried, I've fallen... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;I have sunk so low &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;I have messed up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Better I should know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;So don't come round here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;And tell me I told you so... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;We all begin with good intent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Love was raw and young &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;We believed that we could change ourselves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;The past could be undone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;But we carry on our backs the burden &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Time always reveals &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;The lonely light of morning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;The wound that would not heal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;It's the bitter taste of losing everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;That I have held so dear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;I've fallen... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;I have sunk so low &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;I have messed up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Better I should know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;So don't come round here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;And tell me I told you so... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Heaven bent to take my hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Nowhere left to turn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm lost to those I thought were friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;To everyone I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh they turned their heads embarassed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pretend that they don't see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;But it's one missed step &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll slip before you know it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;And there doesn't seem a way to be redeemed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Though I've tried, I've fallen... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;I have sunk so low &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;I have messed up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Better I should know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;So don't come round here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;And tell me I told you so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;e like this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's by sarah mclachlan/mcloughlin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time it's not the lyrics that captured me, but the tune.so haunting...watch it on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and unfortunately.im back in warwick with a LOAD of work to do.haihs.pray i survive till the weekend.&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.enz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title='fallen'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-3981888027267111089</id><published>2008-01-03T06:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-03T06:55:04.820Z</updated><title type='text'>sniff</title><content type='html'>the new year has come. it's now time for everyone to re-programme their brains to write .....08 on the dates instead of 07 lol.( i remember that being a problem in school when you had to date your exercises)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow I'll be leaving back to UK.PAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reallyreallyreallyreallyreallyreallyreally dont wanna go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many people im really going to miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt mind switching all my UK friends for you malaysian ones (no offense UK peeps)..rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine the fun. and the security...and the familiarity of friendship..just on a different continent. where there are no bersih rallies, just the odd postal strike or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAHHH.back to warwick.and UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent even packed yet. yoikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my room's a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;packing kinda seals the deal...maybe if i dont pack...then ill never have to go back..buttt.thats just wishful thinking innit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siiighhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighteys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta start packing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-3981888027267111089?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-2118960317912762858</id><published>2007-12-30T17:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-30T19:55:31.200Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts to ponder'/><title type='text'>a happy goodbye..is there ever such a thing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;hm. (yes this is the "deep and philosophical" post about the year that has passed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;everyone usually goes, "yeah..this last year?? ups and downs..y'know?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I would say that 2007 was a year of mostly...downs for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;0001 hours, Jan 1 2007 was spent searching the VIP room of Passion for Nigel. He was busy getting everyone in. The new year's kiss was postponed till about half an hour later. Such a sad situation, everyone hugging and kissing each other wishing "Happy New Year!" amidst cat-calling and fireworks, and me (and Tasha too) searching for our boyfriends. ppfft. I'm not one to believe in crappy things such as this, but I think this is one exception; how you spend the first minute of your new year kinda mirrors the rest of the year. My childhood friend's mom passes away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The month of Jan was when the first YF-er of my generation left. Justin Wong. That day was the day I got my AS results. 4As. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uncertainty in the 2 1/2 year relationship creeps in. The wall builds up and it gets harder to talk to my "best friend" since form 2. I almost lost a good friend from college due to a misunderstanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everyone starts having problems of their own, Edmund,Mel, Joe, Aud, Saran, Naz, Sheekira, Kim, Tasha. The months of Feb to March were the worst months. I remember Joe, Mel and I sitting in AC, feeling incredulous about the bleakness of the situation. "OMG it's just the start of the year wei, how the F**K are we gonna last the rest of it mannnn.."- Mel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ann became a good friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My grandfather passes away. I promise to do well and get into a good university and study Law. For him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nigel comes back, A2 Trials. Bad combination. For the first time in my life, I let my feelings cloud my practicality. Not being able to study, overanalysing, calling Ann, Mel, Joe, and crying my heart out. We go on a "break". I decide not to think about anything to do with him and concentrate on A2. I think that was one of the best decisions of my life. That was what saved me from totally bombing the exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;AlexWung, Tzin, Saran. Three people that made Mohan bearable. Tzin for all the explanations of weird questions. Saran for all the weird things she does, like smack my bum, and freaking out. AlexWung, for being the idiot that he is, talking back to Mohan and distracting him. I made a good friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A2 exams. OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;holeeeeedaysss. not that much good comes from it. Lost myself for a bit there. Lost a good friend who cared for me more than anyone should. the break-up is final. being thrown off course. yikes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;being without someone i always had since i was 14. not good. Thank GOD for Alex, Ann, Mel, Joe, and everyone else who was there who heard my gripes, wiped my tears. Met alot of new people. Rekindled old and long lost friendships - IanYun. :) Made new friendships. Ones that will last a lifetime? Maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Up/Down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A2 Results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Going away from everything familiar. Though I must say, having a mango in UK helped tons.:) We've had our differences, but it's tough to find another person who can go on about a certain topic for hours and not tire...so thank you, Shaun, for being the offensive idiot that you are.:P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lost yet another good friend, one that I, admittedly, have neglected. But hopefully that will change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Warwick. What can I say. Scandals Schmandals. BAD. Made good friends though, Pingaboo, Gerald, Eugene, Angeline, Jer, hallmateys...Ian, Oliver, SueBee, Nat - pillars. Oh and Nigel too I suppose.Things are fine now between us, and hopefully the bestfriendness will come back soon. Learnt alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Down?Up? Mostly Up i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Coming home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Up.Up.Up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Present time:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's impossible to sum up one's entire year in a single blogpost, but those of you who have been here since the start of 07 would know how bad it was. Of course, now I think I can say I'm quite alright, recovered from the pain? But at that time, whoo hoo was it baaaad. It felt like everything came crashing down at the same time, and if it wasn't for the wonderful friends I have, I would've gg-ed myself straight to the dumps.haha. This year was a looooooooong one, and one that I wanted to end as soon as it started. It feels as if three, not one, years have passed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe it's because I've experienced so much. Loss and gain of love. Life and death. Change that determines career. Growing up and away from home. I can't say I remember many good things (as you can see most of the things up there are DOWNs) but I guess the one good thing that came out of those downs was that I learnt something from each of them, and have grown wiser(??)..well, hopefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;About the crazy little thing called love? Confused is what explains me. Still am, doubt it if I'm able to love, and love freely without inhibitions or ego.Yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A wise Leonard once said "I guess you learn, and keep on learning from what you experience. One day I'm sure you'll be okay again"..*or something along those lines..I don't remember much amidst the tears in that night bus back to Holborn*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Feeling cold and detached have become a part of me this year. To someone who hardly ever feels down in the dumps, the one with the biggest goofiest smile every morning, the energizer bunny who annoys people no end with her chatter - that has been the one thing that held me back, pulled me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A year of change. Growing pains. It's over. THANKFULLY. I guess I can say I've come out older and smarter. heehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;EnLi's New Year resolutions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-No grudges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-No drugs, smoking, excessive drinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Wake up for early lectures and do weekly/daily readings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Try to get up and go to church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-No falling in love too easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Make good friends and KEEP em.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wave a happy goodbye to 2007!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;PS: you know how they always say College friends go away after awhile and it's the High School ones that matter? UTTER BOLLOCKS! I heart PL2!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Francis said "Remember..but also, remember to forget.." and so I shall..put 2007 behind me, but remember the lessons ive learnt (numerous ones).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I cant waste time so give it a moment,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I realise that nothing's broken,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No need to worry about everything I've done,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Live every second like it was my last one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't look back, got a new direction,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I loved you once 'cause i needed protection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're still a part of everything I do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're on my heart just like a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To the year 2008 and may it be less painful than this year!:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.enz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-2118960317912762858?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/2118960317912762858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=2118960317912762858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/2118960317912762858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/2118960317912762858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-goodbyeis-there-ever-such-thing.html' title='a happy goodbye..is there ever such a thing?'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-5186436834869632410</id><published>2007-12-30T13:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-30T14:18:24.722Z</updated><title type='text'>six degrees of separation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;it was a loongggg three months that i had to be separated from the cutest little boy (i wanted to say the love of my life but i think thats OTT paedophilic) that I know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but i came back, and he remembers me. he still kisses me, but as usual it's only one a day. but who am i to complain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;he's "3 years and 8 months old"..and getting cuter by the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblu="" try="" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R3em3MoxCNI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/6Wabs62gfjg/s1600-h/n719745995_783989_919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R3em3MoxCNI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/6Wabs62gfjg/s320/n719745995_783989_919.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149768166136678610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;juuust lookit him...awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"eni jie jie! i want get seashells!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"no ethan, we're leaving soon, if you're all dirty again then what will mama say?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"mm...*looks over balcony* STA FISH! See Seee!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"where?!where?!"oh there issit. oh look ethan! what's that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"..wat??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"there..that big brown round thing.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"that's...that's a football!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"no ethan, of course it's not a football, its a coconut!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"co-co-..nut"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"yup clever boy!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"*giggle*"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*siiighhhhhhhhhhhhhhh*i hope hope hope hope he still remembers me in 6 months' time. sniffffffffff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;:'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;:'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;it was a loongggggg one year that i did not see my big bro; the one who's pissed off half the time and annoyed the other; the one who tells me he loves me and declares that any boy who comes within 5 meters of me shall feel the wrath of LEE JIA LIANG GANSTA OF BANGSAR...lol; the one whom i've known since i was 10;and out of those 9 years ive known him we were probably fighting for 4 and a half years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R3em38oxCPI/AAAAAAAAAdg/Ka4N95uR8AM/s1600-h/DSC00539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R3em38oxCPI/AAAAAAAAAdg/Ka4N95uR8AM/s320/DSC00539.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149768179021580530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when we're not fighting..:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;seeing him brings back many many memories of my 14/15/16 yo self. and im going to miss him like sheeeeeeeeeeeeeet when i go back to UK and he goes back to Aussie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;this "home-coming" of mine brought a new addition to the people im going to miss when i go back...LEE JIA CHYUEN. the 16 yo kid brother of my brother. which makes him..my lil bro by default? though admitting that would be a gross indecency to my real kid brother * of whom I am IMMENSELY PROUD OF because he stood up in church today to testify about God's grace and MERCY when it came to his 7As*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R3em38oxCOI/AAAAAAAAAdY/cClWI2BOK1I/s1600-h/Image125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R3em38oxCOI/AAAAAAAAAdY/cClWI2BOK1I/s320/Image125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149768179021580514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chyuen is the very much better version of Liang. hehe *hi5 chyuen*to a certain extent i think he is a tad bit more mature than his elder bro. tee hee. aaanyways. his presence in Liang's car is very much appreciated, esp when the big bro is in one of his "moods".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R3em4soxCRI/AAAAAAAAAdw/VN6iOEFTZYE/s1600-h/DSC00502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R3em4soxCRI/AAAAAAAAAdw/VN6iOEFTZYE/s320/DSC00502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149768191906482450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;wit my bro, and the bro of my bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;yes yes. indeedy. dont u think both the lil boys are shoooo cuteeee:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haihs. back to being depressed. I DONT WANNA GO BACCCCCCCCCCCCCCCK!:'(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-5186436834869632410?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/5186436834869632410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=5186436834869632410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/5186436834869632410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/5186436834869632410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2007/12/six-degrees-of-separation.html' title='six degrees of separation'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R3em3MoxCNI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/6Wabs62gfjg/s72-c/n719745995_783989_919.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-7925194009999177021</id><published>2007-12-28T04:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-28T05:01:36.368Z</updated><title type='text'>this new year's...</title><content type='html'>okay bimbo post up ahead.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so right, i was trying to be all deep and philosophical about the coming of a new year, and leaving things behind and letting go...bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought, "okay, my first minute of my new year HAS to be spent being happy, cuz it mirrors what the rest of my year will be like.." (judging from past experiences)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past few new year's eves have been spent with the boyfriend(now ex lah of course)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN YOU KNOW WHAT I REALISED??~~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the first time in three years, I will have no one specific to kiss "Happy New Year!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyoooooooooooooooooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..told you it was a bimbotic post.heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got two-days-late xmas pressies..okay lah just two presents only..but theyre not singular, hence plural form. (ok sounding stupid again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so happiee.hope the ppl like it:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY BROTHER GOT 7AS FOR HIS PMR. (god knows how.must be divine intervention)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 thumbs up bro! was thinking of buyin him a PSP. but then i thought, he was just lucky anyway, so why reward him for something he didnt work hard for sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh it's one. hve to gooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit lah this time next week ill be back in warwick.damn pei.=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.enz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-7925194009999177021?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/7925194009999177021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=7925194009999177021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/7925194009999177021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/7925194009999177021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-new-years.html' title='this new year&apos;s...'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-7155898359414836794</id><published>2007-12-26T05:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-26T05:45:23.963Z</updated><title type='text'>things</title><content type='html'>tort essay status: not done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MELS essay status: not done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying for Prop Law: not done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying for Crim Law: not done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe Im going back to warwick so soon weii!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thurs I'll be flying back..nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yish.freaking hate UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the nigel called today.woke me up.WOW thats a first hahhahahaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stress la streeeessss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im going to clean my room now cuz it looks as if a tornado just ran through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna watch movie laters with kor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-7155898359414836794?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-125793304398084985</id><published>2007-12-25T10:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-25T10:24:43.452Z</updated><title type='text'>summary.</title><content type='html'>from the 19th to the 23rd: EnLi was in Penang for Consecrate2Conquer YF Camp 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the 23rd to the 25th: EnLi was (as usual) busy with Xmas Prep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air's cleared now, and thankfully I think/hope that my brain's back in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a new day, a new life, and I'm feeeling....good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas and Happy New Year (if i dont blog before then) to all!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='padding:3px; border:1px solid #FF6600; border-bottom:0px; width:310px'&gt;&lt;object width='310' height='259'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/v/dfzEbmBEh_Q&amp;rel=1'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/v/dfzEbmBEh_Q&amp;rel=1' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='310' height='259' allowScriptAccess='never' allownetworking='internal'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width='300' height='180'&gt;&lt;embed src='http://widget.lyricsmode.com/i/scroll2.swf?lid=565583&amp;speed=4' width='318' height='181' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' allowScriptAccess='never' allownetworking='internal'/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.lyricsmode.com' target='_blank'&gt;Song lyrics&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href='http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/k/katherine_mcphee/over_it.html' target='_blank'&gt;Over It lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-125793304398084985?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/125793304398084985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=125793304398084985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/125793304398084985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/125793304398084985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2007/12/summary.html' title='summary.'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-5458293497204713842</id><published>2007-12-17T04:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-17T04:23:10.906Z</updated><title type='text'>not ready to make nice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Forgive, sounds good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Forget, I'm not sure I could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; They say time heals everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; But I'm still waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;this post is dedicated to my very good friend who is languishing in Sapa, Vietnam a.k.a nowhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;we were having a rather interesting conversation when his battery ran out and he lost contact with the outside world haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;summary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;love is like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cocaine&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; when you're in, you're on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;top of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. when you're out, all you can think of is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how to get in again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. you find &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;substitutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; but they hardly ever work, and even if they do it's only for a short while that you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; pretend that what you have is the real thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. you're &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hooked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; after the first sniff/snort/whateveryoucallit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;what a pair of pessimistic fools.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;at one point he even said "omgla enli...STAY AWAY FROM MEE.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;at which point i changed my nickname to "enns=cocaine"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;AAAAAHAHAHHA.funnyla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;got woken up at 8 (!!) today by an IDIOT who wanted me to teman him to go change his license from P to er..the normal one la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;we went to the JPJ..there the one that's DAAAmn efficient.no im not being sarcastic.*remember tht shaun?OH YAH WELCOME BACK!:)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;n then ate the best kueyteow soup ive had for a long time.now that im all fat and fed, i shall retire to my couch, to munch on cookies and watch korean dramas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;toodles :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-5458293497204713842?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/5458293497204713842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=5458293497204713842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/5458293497204713842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/5458293497204713842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2007/12/not-ready-to-make-nice.html' title='not ready to make nice.'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-9196717806205879788</id><published>2007-12-14T04:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-14T06:40:42.347Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>schoolgirl crushes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;rawr.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont u just hate it.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the feeling when your words get stuck in your throat and youre left &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stuttering like a fish out of water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the feeling when u just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dont-freaking-know what the hell is going on &lt;/span&gt;between you and said crush.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when half a minute you're like okay &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maybe he does like me&lt;/span&gt;, and the other half ur just like...we-ll maybe hes just being nice. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maybe its just some fling&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the feeling where you think that there's absolute nothing in common between you and said crush but you feel squooshy whenever u think about him ANYWAY and then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;feel like slapping yourself silly afterwards for feeling like that &lt;/span&gt;when you're already 19 and way too old for this sort of thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the feeling of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; not being able to stop talking about him&lt;/span&gt; to his friends, your friends, and overanalysing every little thing from how he went offline without saying bye, facebook notifications(!!), yadda yadda.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of wanting to tear your hair out because you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUST DONT KNOW WHAT THE FREAKING HELL IS GOING ON.&lt;/span&gt; and you yourself dont really know what you want either, just that there's the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;niggling squooshy feeling&lt;/span&gt; in you whenever you think about him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the feeling of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your heart stopping when he signs in&lt;/span&gt;, and you think three times before clicking on his nickname and then another 3 minutes before you say hi. wait, scratch that. you purposely do not click on his name, and you wait for him to say hi to you, feeling so afraid that he wouldnt and then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;GEE WHAT&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; WOULD&lt;/span&gt; you dooooo&lt;/span&gt;!?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the feeling of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;being irritated at every little thing he says or does&lt;/span&gt; that goes against the liking you part of the squooshy feeling. when you try to flirtt and he deadpans.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;rawrr.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a reason as to why they're called "crushes".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;gah. i feel sooooo small kid and school girl you wouldnt believe.=.=&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there he goes again.WHATS HIS DEAL MAN SIGNING IN AND OUT.dulan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;k lar ive been idling my brain too long.have.to start.my assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.enz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-9196717806205879788?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/9196717806205879788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=9196717806205879788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/9196717806205879788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/9196717806205879788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2007/12/schoolgirl-crushes.html' title='schoolgirl crushes.'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-1334969193602229876</id><published>2007-12-13T03:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-13T03:55:29.598Z</updated><title type='text'>IM BACK.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i can be reached at my old number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loves.(;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.enz.&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/4716806439638318713-1334969193602229876?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-4359401276465480570</id><published>2007-11-29T23:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-29T23:17:08.026Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional'/><title type='text'>what you've done.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Take my photo off the wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If it just won't sing for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;'Cause all that's left has gone away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And there's nothing there for you to prove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh, look what you've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You've made a fool of everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh well, it seems likes such fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Until you lose what you had won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.enz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-4359401276465480570?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/4359401276465480570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=4359401276465480570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/4359401276465480570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/4359401276465480570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-youve-done.html' title='what you&apos;ve done.'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-8605852719360133926</id><published>2007-11-28T02:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-28T03:02:20.401Z</updated><title type='text'>Tzin Tzin Tzin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;to begin with, I'd like to apologize to DanielLim and PeiJean for not giving them the birthday posts I owe them. You guys deserve that much from me and I suck so bad for not doing so:S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...Sorry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today, it is my still considered good friend's birthday, Johnson Teh Tzun Tzin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I made the grave mistake of wishing him about a week earlier, earning a rather chilly reply on Facebook from him. Damn shy. Sorry, I'm super bad with birthdays:S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aaaaaanyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This guy has always been around for me, even when I thought he didn't have to (thus resulting in many arguments and "cold wars").&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Both of us are rather similar (I think) in the sense that we're both hot headed about what we believe is right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;That has led to a thousand and one arguments, to the point that BrandonLim has given up reconciling us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The unwillingness to admit that we've been wrong might also be a strong factor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;RipCurl, EgyptianAnkh, Flowers, SnowWhiteDancingPrawns, DrivingTheBigCarRecklessly,EmoCalls, AmazingRace, StupidLetters,Fights, Reconciliations, KajangSatay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I struggle to remember the memories because there are just too many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So...here's my wish to you, whether or not you treasure it...Happy Birthday Tzin...Have a good one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-39.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=288230376165579833&amp;amp;site=widget-39.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=288230376165579833&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-39.slide.com/p1/288230376165579833/bb_t014_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=288230376165579833&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-39.slide.com/p2/288230376165579833/bb_t014_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;amp;id=288230376165579833&amp;amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-39.slide.com/m/288230376165579833/bb_t014_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide9_1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's not much, but..yeah hope you like it:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy 19th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;love ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;princess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-8605852719360133926?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/8605852719360133926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=8605852719360133926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/8605852719360133926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/8605852719360133926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2007/11/tzin-tzin-tzin.html' title='Tzin Tzin Tzin'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-5347221491841364255</id><published>2007-11-27T01:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-27T01:48:50.820Z</updated><title type='text'>change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;spent the whole day going to classes and library today. kiasuness is finally FINALLY kicking in. After the initial weeks of craziness, moments where I forgot who I was and went WILLLD, I guess life's gone almost back to normal.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Which is good. Thankfully. I didn't recognize myself for a moment. Looking at the girl with bags under her eyes *shudder* as well as the girl who'd brave the winds in a dress just to go clubbing.*shudders shudders*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was a afraid I'd change once I got to uni. And I did, not as drastically as I thought I would have, but enough to scare me. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I must say, am I glad to have me back:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Such strange places; where you learn your lesson. It's when you least expect it. Most of you probably don't know what the heck I'm talking about, but to those of you who do...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;More mature?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hopefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nights.:)(wow it's not a 6am post anymore:D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-5347221491841364255?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/5347221491841364255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=5347221491841364255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/5347221491841364255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/5347221491841364255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2007/11/change.html' title='change.'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-3488309767174170711</id><published>2007-11-25T21:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-25T21:31:59.958Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily nothings'/><title type='text'>BIG SMILE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R0nlO9pDMaI/AAAAAAAAAdI/V2XPYiUUAhU/s1600-h/Photo+263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R0nlO9pDMaI/AAAAAAAAAdI/V2XPYiUUAhU/s320/Photo+263.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136888895220429218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D...see the look of pure bliss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;eat your heart out LiPeng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;absolutely electrifying presence on stage. classy interaction with audience. wonderful camaraderie between musicians and star. best concert ever! (ok the first one ive been to so obviously it's the best...but that's not the point)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;En-Li is no longer a concert virgin!!!!( YES it's true. I've never been to a concert in my life)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;made my way to Birmingham with the bigbro in UK a.k.a Jermyn after our last minute decision to go and see Michael Buble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"eh Michael Buble tomorrow wei! I wanna go!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"Yea I told you what last week. But 40 pounds..damn ex leh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"Eh I'll pay 10 pounds for you lah..you come with me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"Har you serious ah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"ya ya i Wanna go..pleeeeeeeeaseeee"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"okok check seats.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"Oooooo this one quite close to stage..ok we buy this one..*click*"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;"YAY WE GOING!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;that was, literally, the process. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Random right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;The opening act, naturally 7 was superb as well. I was sitting there thinking wow if this is the opening act Michael has to be freaking good to top it lor...and he wass...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AF-KagTq7qY&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AF-KagTq7qY&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;daymn theyre good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;its an accapella team btw. all the sounds youre hearing are made by them. Wah. I was dumbstruck. And so was Jer, being the guitar lover he is. He couldn't wait for the "lead guitarist" to "play". It sounded so damn real that for a moment I was looking around the stage for the guitar.Serious Shyte no joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Buble.Buble Buble. No wonder people love him. He sang so many songs I can't remember what he sang and what he didn't. Unlike other international stars, who come on stage lookin annoyed and singing 3 measly songs before stomping off stage, he came back for an encore, singing and impersonating Elvis Presley, and ending with YMCA (that got the audience dancing). Brilliant singer, superb performer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;There was also the part where there was a little "skit" where Michael ( wah on first name basis dy) pretended to go off in a huff because after all, he's a diva, and one of the trombonists took over the stage for a song. LOL. So funny la i tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I really loved every bit of the show...And I'm not being a nut by saying that it was a good concert because Jer's been to tons and HE said it was good. So screw you Buble haters:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;People in London, try to catch him if you can....truly worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Got seminars to do, Krispy Kremes to eat (oh eaten ady :( ), and things to start packing BECAUSE IM COMING HOME IN TWO (2) (DUA)(ER)(LIONG) WEEKS!!!!!*throws confetti*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Yes the princess is coming homeeeee:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Let me go hommmeeeeeeeeee......:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;-princess-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-3488309767174170711?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/3488309767174170711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=3488309767174170711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/3488309767174170711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/3488309767174170711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2007/11/big-smile.html' title='BIG SMILE'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R0nlO9pDMaI/AAAAAAAAAdI/V2XPYiUUAhU/s72-c/Photo+263.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-3149364834658540951</id><published>2007-11-22T18:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-22T18:07:27.499Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily nothings'/><title type='text'>The new poster on my wall:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went to the poster sale today...everything half price asdfgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Should have waited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now I think my room's overloaded with posters...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But my best purchase so far is....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R0XEE9pDMZI/AAAAAAAAAdA/hd37RimAq5U/s1600-h/Photo+256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R0XEE9pDMZI/AAAAAAAAAdA/hd37RimAq5U/s320/Photo+256.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135726539631178130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;kan cantik?;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;heehee dandelions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;BOYS ARE STUPID. THROW ROCKS AT THEM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Got Mnite practice in an hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh did I tell you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I co-wrote the script with Wei Jean and Faiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm one of the 5 mains, along with Faiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My character?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A feisty chinese girl who falls in love with a indian player boy (Faiz a.k.a. Sam a.k.a MutuSAMy Palaniappan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My name's Lynn by the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tell me you don't see the similarities with a certain person's life..=.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I didn't mean to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The story just came out like that. Ironically, it was I who wrote the Sam and Lynn parts. Lols. Watch out for corny lines and couple-y fights over nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;These mixed race relationships hor...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Memories la.lol. I hope he doesn't put two and two together and get all perasan.huhuahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-3149364834658540951?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/3149364834658540951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=3149364834658540951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/3149364834658540951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/3149364834658540951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-poster-on-my-wall.html' title='The new poster on my wall:)'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/R0XEE9pDMZI/AAAAAAAAAdA/hd37RimAq5U/s72-c/Photo+256.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-3561749355748520393</id><published>2007-11-22T06:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-22T06:08:37.840Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secrets:)'/><title type='text'>the princess has spoken:)</title><content type='html'>yes, I just have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take insomnia to new heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stares at self in mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASDFGGH eyebagggsss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*runs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the princess, has, indeed. Spoken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-3561749355748520393?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/3561749355748520393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=3561749355748520393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/3561749355748520393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/3561749355748520393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2007/11/princess-has-spoken_22.html' title='the princess has spoken:)'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-3145309388833230726</id><published>2007-11-22T02:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-22T02:59:11.726Z</updated><title type='text'>The hardest thing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's the hardest thing&lt;br /&gt;I'll ever have to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; To look you in the eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And tell you I don't love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the hardest thing&lt;br /&gt;I'll ever have to lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; To show no emotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; When you start to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I can't let you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; What you mean to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my hands are tied&lt;br /&gt;And my heart's not free&lt;br /&gt;We're not meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; It's the hardest thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'll ever have to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; To turn around and walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Pretending I don't love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that we'll meet again&lt;br /&gt;Fate has a place and time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; So you can get on with your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I've got to be cruel to be kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Dr. Zhivago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; All my love I'll be sending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And you will never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there can be no happy ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybe another time, another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; As much as I want to, I can't stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that this is the part you mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..And I mean every bit of my song. No exceptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'll be there when I am. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;princess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-3145309388833230726?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/3145309388833230726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=3145309388833230726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/3145309388833230726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/3145309388833230726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2007/11/hardest-thing.html' title='The hardest thing...'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-2652468309532640087</id><published>2007-11-21T04:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-21T04:23:05.108Z</updated><title type='text'>*yawn*</title><content type='html'>i swear im turning nocturnal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-2652468309532640087?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/2652468309532640087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=2652468309532640087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/2652468309532640087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/2652468309532640087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2007/11/yawn.html' title='*yawn*'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-3012317682863788734</id><published>2007-11-20T20:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-20T20:36:37.173Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>how interesting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let me give you guys some insight to what us law students in Warwick have to do for our weekly seminars.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://download.yousendit.com/36D7DF22614650BF"&gt;*click*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;download the document and seee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i found it so hilarious when I thought about it...Me, boring law student...being made to do THIS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh to be fair though, Warwick's law course was always known for its..."creativity" and its "practiceable in real life/ not-as-boring-as-the-cambridge-law-course-up-yours-suckers" hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Funny right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;OK fine maybe Im the only one that finds this hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love Gary Watt for trying to make his module that little bit more exciting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;......I lied la. This is not usually what we get...but Im trying to pretend that Law stimulates my mind...I find Law oh-so-very-interesting oh yes i DOOOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is what happens to enli when she has to prepare for her mooting competition, and has been doing so for the past 4 hours.*sweats*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;lotsa love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;princess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-3012317682863788734?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/3012317682863788734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=3012317682863788734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/3012317682863788734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/3012317682863788734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-interesting.html' title='how interesting...'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-8610947639651517767</id><published>2007-11-20T02:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-20T02:30:30.982Z</updated><title type='text'>high school musical 2 rocks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Lie to me, say that you need me&lt;br /&gt;That's what I wanna hear&lt;br /&gt;That is what, what makes me happy&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you'll be near&lt;br /&gt;All this time, how could I know&lt;br /&gt;Within these walls, I can feel you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day goes by, will never know just wonder why&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel good, made me smile&lt;br /&gt;I see it now, and I, can say it's gone&lt;br /&gt;That would be a lie&lt;br /&gt;Cannot control this, this thing called love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must think, how can this be&lt;br /&gt;You don't really know me&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell, this ain't the time&lt;br /&gt;You'll never be mine&lt;br /&gt;What can I say, something 'bout my life&lt;br /&gt;I just lost again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day goes by, will never know just wonder why&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel good, made me smile&lt;br /&gt;I see it now, and I, can say it's gone&lt;br /&gt;That would be a lie&lt;br /&gt;Cannot control this, this thing called love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always have to move on,&lt;br /&gt;To leave it all behind&lt;br /&gt;Go along with time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day goes by, will never know just wonder why&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel good, made me smile&lt;br /&gt;I see it now, and I, can say it's gone&lt;br /&gt;That would be a lie&lt;br /&gt;Cannot control this, this thing called love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Don't wanna leave it all behind&lt;br /&gt;But I get my hopes up&lt;br /&gt;and I watch them fall everytime&lt;br /&gt;Another colour turns to grey&lt;br /&gt;and it's just too hard to watch it all&lt;br /&gt;slowly fade away&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving today 'cause I've&lt;br /&gt;gotta do what's best for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........damn the emoness lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think guys who break it off through texts are so totally primary school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking about it..and hmm.haha you know the kind that ask you out thru MSN, then break up with you thru sms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn sad wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no guts to face the girl. oh well.women power huh? maybe that's why the men are scared of us. cuz  *we got the powerrrrrrr* (breaks into song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh.insomniac.sleep.......:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-8610947639651517767?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/8610947639651517767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=8610947639651517767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/8610947639651517767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/8610947639651517767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2007/11/high-school-musical-2-rocks.html' title='high school musical 2 rocks!'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-8830716464415924488</id><published>2007-11-19T22:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-19T23:25:47.956Z</updated><title type='text'>The last 'you' has nothing to do with the entire post.</title><content type='html'>I DYED MY HAIR RED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..ok highlighted la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the colour's running...and by the time i get home(whichisinthreeweeksimsoexcitedicantwait) it'll be boring brown again..peh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pics in clara's cam..and ping's i think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the process was damn cool...they put some cap on you, and then you're supposed to pluck the strands of hair out..the ones that you wanna dye lar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosemary, Ping, and Clara helped:P.It IS quite a fun thing to do actually, very girl's night in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest of Fri night was spent in front of the comp trying to learn how to do the melbourne shuffle.LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, in true Warwick fashion, was Lava+Ignite. Fun as usual. (as you can see from my typing style im pretty sien now-.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday....Day in schmucking around the house.Watched Hostel(!!!) and some weird documentary on drugs (trust Gerald's taste on what to watch).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT SNOWWWWWWWEDDDDDD~~~~~~~!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first time i ever saw snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were watchin the laptop when Gerald went "Oh look! It's snowing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point, Nat and I ran out, Nat in her tank top, and me being the smart(er) one in my tank top AND coat; to plaaaaaayyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNOWBALLS.....!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE SNOWWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never expected it to come so soon...I think it was some freak snow thing cuz it was over in a matter of hours...nevertheless.we had fun.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was a very nothing day. The Nigel came over to bitch about how I havent been making him study *rollz eyes*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the comp lab to give Zhiyang fuel (aka chocolate milkshakes and rice krispies) to continue his bridge building assignment thingy...had din dins with Ping at the fusion place...(stupid nat - rain decides our friendship la now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now Im back home. I think Louie and I are the only ones in tonight. the rest have gone to top b but I cant be bothered to dress up as angels and devils or summat.. (that and the fact that my mooting competition is on thurs sweatt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why I feel so sien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..she wonders what brought her to this stage of her life..the fear of all things stable...and she realises that all she wants, and all she ever needs to be okay again is for things to be like it was today..one year ago."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She's walking there alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; No one by her side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She manages to fight the tears, but&lt;br /&gt;The pain inside&lt;br /&gt;She can't hide&lt;br /&gt;And all the tears she's cried&lt;br /&gt;The moment she closes her eyes, she starts&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;The dreams that she had one time&lt;br /&gt;Have gone away&lt;br /&gt;Will they ever come true?&lt;br /&gt;All she needs is… all she needs is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never thought about it,&lt;br /&gt;What you made her feel&lt;br /&gt;You promised you'd stay together,&lt;br /&gt;But the hope she once had… so unreal&lt;br /&gt;All she needs is… all she needs is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she wishes today&lt;br /&gt;Was one year ago&lt;br /&gt;When you cared so much for her&lt;br /&gt;And loved her so&lt;br /&gt;Not a doubt in her mind that it would still be you&lt;br /&gt;Cause the love that you shared… it was true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember much anymore. People have come and gone, and bit by bit, the memories have faded into the background. What was reality then is fiction now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do know one thing; you loved me and I loved you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asdfgh damn emo lors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I hate you now go away *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IndomeE and High School Musical 2 here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-princess-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-8830716464415924488?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/8830716464415924488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=8830716464415924488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/8830716464415924488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/8830716464415924488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2007/11/last-you-has-nothing-to-do-with-entire.html' title='The last &apos;you&apos; has nothing to do with the entire post.'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-1888277681474820497</id><published>2007-11-16T02:13:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T02:14:08.964Z</updated><title type='text'>-.-</title><content type='html'>Boys are stupid. Throw rocks at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm honestly thinkin of turning gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capri?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only girls get girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-1888277681474820497?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/1888277681474820497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=1888277681474820497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/1888277681474820497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/1888277681474820497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post_16.html' title='-.-'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-406378489586422900</id><published>2007-11-15T03:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-15T03:47:38.915Z</updated><title type='text'>midnite crisis!</title><content type='html'>okay.let's get this straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its almost 4am, I'm sitting in front of my Mac, eating chips and nuggets from Battered (I can hear a "omg you're so unhealthy" from somoene), and i just watched "when Harry met Sally".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Not a good idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because now Im all sniffly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that pops into my mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mangoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ABSOLUTE POSITIVELY WITHOUT A DOUBT ABHOR THE WAY IM FEELING RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...i....miss.......you....!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bawls eyes out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come love me again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-406378489586422900?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/406378489586422900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=406378489586422900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/406378489586422900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/406378489586422900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2007/11/midnite-crisis.html' title='midnite crisis!'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-244227780590369165</id><published>2007-11-14T15:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-14T16:17:25.911Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional'/><title type='text'>Squiggly....</title><content type='html'>This is just a random thing.Nothing to do with princess's secrets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK...I'll just jump to the parts that matter. Some of you might get it; some of you wont. One of you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squash.&lt;br /&gt;Coke overdose.&lt;br /&gt;Sheepmonkey Cards.&lt;br /&gt;Warwick Arts Centre.&lt;br /&gt;Grey and Yellow Sweaters.&lt;br /&gt;London Euston.&lt;br /&gt;London Victoria.&lt;br /&gt;Wicked.&lt;br /&gt;Deskinning Chicken.&lt;br /&gt;Couches.&lt;br /&gt;Furry Carpets.&lt;br /&gt;Antisocial MSNing.&lt;br /&gt;Simpsons.&lt;br /&gt;Reading/Sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;..Every 20 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what the Queen is doing?&lt;br /&gt;It's not cold..*shivers*&lt;br /&gt;Thai food.&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate cake.&lt;br /&gt;Message in ice.&lt;br /&gt;Fossil.&lt;br /&gt;Dior.&lt;br /&gt;Religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She once said something, that she'd always be around. But she's not. She made him believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did he take tht for granted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't blame her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that jogged your memory. Fun/Nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember.And know of the hurt you're dealing onto him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mixed genders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusing for some, but I'm sure &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YOU'RE&lt;/span&gt; smart enough to understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-244227780590369165?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/244227780590369165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=244227780590369165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/244227780590369165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/244227780590369165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2007/11/squiggly.html' title='Squiggly....'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-651154056360307879</id><published>2007-11-13T19:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-13T19:24:19.937Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secrets:)'/><title type='text'>the princess has spoken:)</title><content type='html'>'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-651154056360307879?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/651154056360307879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=651154056360307879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/651154056360307879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/651154056360307879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2007/11/princess-has-spoken.html' title='the princess has spoken:)'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-5637662892945888047</id><published>2007-11-12T00:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-12T01:31:24.439Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily nothings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>What I have done during reading week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1st weekend (fri 2nd nov till sun 4th nov)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;LONDON BAbyyy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-614.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v151/213/95/690305614/n690305614_1613763_6277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-614.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v151/213/95/690305614/n690305614_1613763_6277.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Clintonny and Leonardyyyy - in the British Museum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-614.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v151/213/95/690305614/n690305614_1613764_6540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-614.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v151/213/95/690305614/n690305614_1613764_6540.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;NickYoong outside Debenhams at 2am after bonfire night:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-614.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v151/213/95/690305614/n690305614_1613777_238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-614.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v151/213/95/690305614/n690305614_1613777_238.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorry Leo, just HAD to put this up..at least its not the gay one:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mon?-Mnite Script and total procrastination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tues?-Mnite Script and total procrastination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wed?-MSA social, Malaysian Accents....and IGNITEEE:):):)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RzejsyYIFjI/AAAAAAAAAb4/ftd5BfqeNRc/s1600-h/n690050062_1663097_770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RzejsyYIFjI/AAAAAAAAAb4/ftd5BfqeNRc/s320/n690050062_1663097_770.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131750290244507186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nicola Natalie and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RzejtSYIFkI/AAAAAAAAAcA/kDqd3U12Kcw/s1600-h/n690050062_1663098_1115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RzejtSYIFkI/AAAAAAAAAcA/kDqd3U12Kcw/s320/n690050062_1663098_1115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131750298834441794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quite a bad pic.-.-but i look okay being a little gone so who caress:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RzejuSYIFlI/AAAAAAAAAcI/ieQ9DUlmBnA/s1600-h/n690050062_1663211_4370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RzejuSYIFlI/AAAAAAAAAcI/ieQ9DUlmBnA/s320/n690050062_1663211_4370.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131750316014310994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nyeehee. My girlfriends (as in really "girl"friends) and the jealous boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RzejviYIFmI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/N2_kI7nEW-s/s1600-h/n690050062_1663054_8449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RzejviYIFmI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/N2_kI7nEW-s/s320/n690050062_1663054_8449.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131750337489147490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 2nd years/ahbengs of Warwick - Jermyn and Zhiyang..and the three freshers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RzejwiYIFnI/AAAAAAAAAcY/x_Qla-gLlic/s1600-h/n690050062_1663049_6687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RzejwiYIFnI/AAAAAAAAAcY/x_Qla-gLlic/s320/n690050062_1663049_6687.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131750354669016690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ping and Nat..Nat don't want me anymore:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-062.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sctm/v157/77/28/690050062/n690050062_1663043_4563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-062.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sctm/v157/77/28/690050062/n690050062_1663043_4563.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Natalia:) Pre-Ignite.As you can see she's already high..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-062.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sctm/v157/77/28/690050062/n690050062_1663314_2586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-062.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sctm/v157/77/28/690050062/n690050062_1663314_2586.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I can do it tooo!" says enli. "How interesting" says Zhiyang. and Jermyn looks on...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-062.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sctm/v157/77/28/690050062/n690050062_1663047_5969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-062.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sctm/v157/77/28/690050062/n690050062_1663047_5969.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Oh LOOK..its a boulder thingy..everyoonee let's get thru this..." - Ping. On the way to see the wizard. The things you dream up when you're drunk..&lt;br /&gt;Eugene.En.Ping.Zhiyang.Nat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-062.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sctm/v157/77/28/690050062/n690050062_1663094_9640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-062.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sctm/v157/77/28/690050062/n690050062_1663094_9640.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Freshers 07 Nat Ian En&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RzekeSYIFoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/-8jlMMOD2KU/s1600-h/n690050062_1663056_9140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RzekeSYIFoI/AAAAAAAAAcg/-8jlMMOD2KU/s320/n690050062_1663056_9140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131751140648031874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Matching colors.Damn the hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RzekfyYIFpI/AAAAAAAAAco/cppnG19ho4Q/s1600-h/n690050062_1663058_9823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RzekfyYIFpI/AAAAAAAAAco/cppnG19ho4Q/s320/n690050062_1663058_9823.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131751166417835666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..Muuuch better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RzekhCYIFqI/AAAAAAAAAcw/R0YlTuYC7dw/s1600-h/n690050062_1663050_7047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RzekhCYIFqI/AAAAAAAAAcw/R0YlTuYC7dw/s320/n690050062_1663050_7047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131751187892672162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHy la you don wanna kiss me ping? Kiss nat only la.Merajuks.LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RzekhyYIFrI/AAAAAAAAAc4/0yVZV5Cndwk/s1600-h/n690050062_1663051_7400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RzekhyYIFrI/AAAAAAAAAc4/0yVZV5Cndwk/s320/n690050062_1663051_7400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131751200777574066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This will only happen in Gerald's dreams haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thurs? - Mnite auditions and Deepavali thingy at seniors place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fri?- Gerald's Bday at ChinaRed. No darn pics damn it. Nat got drunkkkk:D. I didnt!whooopeee! had JD and coke, Half a shot of Vodka, and an ENTIRE sambucca all by myselfff!!!and I was still standing...and not high!!I think it's only beer tht gets me wonky. Dragged a rather drunk Zhiyang back..(repaying the fave la) he had five shots of vodka all at once and more stuff..Sang tons of karaoke songs...Spice Girls, Savage Garden, BSB....all the songs u can think of...oh and that sha la la song from Vengaboys which is still stuck in my headd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sat? -Slept in their place till about 2 (!!) and then went over to City Arms to grab a bite....then watched A Walk To Remember with Zhiyang (who was making perverse comments about Mandy Moore; along with judgments about her right and left profiles-.-) and Gerald (who was pretty emo at first before Zhiyang got to him - at that point,he concluded that EnLi has a fetish for sick people like wthh, and Landon married Jaime because he wanted to have sex with her.That spoilt the sweetness of the last scene la im just saying) and Ping (who agreed wholeheartedly that sweet guys are extinct).Went home to campus..and got dragged out again for poker night in their place...which ended up with Ian getting "high" on "DOTA" lols. We played ChiKuPang(??) till about 4am in the morning and slept till 1 the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sun? - Washed their kitchen [nightmare I tell you]. Had yoghurt and rice krispies for dinner.Mnite meeting.Walked back in the COLD. Sitting in front of comp cursing Zhiyang for taking my John Grisham book and forgetting to give it back to me. So now I have nothing to read.Pah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.....Notice that "reading law" does not come in ANYWHERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Screwed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;nevertheless.I had fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its back to competitive seminars and uber boring lectures now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;siiigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4716806439638318713-5637662892945888047?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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READ AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enli shakes her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why la why enli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why you so stupid wanz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's about time the man-hating/independent songs come out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- at self.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-3995887904459693842?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/3995887904459693842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=3995887904459693842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/3995887904459693842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-1244646114653117648</id><published>2007-10-31T13:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-31T13:17:48.613Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secrets:)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional'/><title type='text'>Her song from him..:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She sits on the plane and watches her tears fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;From a far away platform he tries to stand tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He knows she’ll come back and he’s sure of her safety&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But what’s blowing his is mind is why he feels that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She sits back and watches as she leaves his world behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tell me when you will return to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I can sleep again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And tell me when you’ll be there again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To hold my hands and laugh with me once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Coz I cant wait for you to be home again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Coz that’s when the fun really begins....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(song's not done yet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;super sweet babes.&lt;br /&gt;no one's ever written a song for me before.&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you when I get back in Dec kays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh.the princess has spoken:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-1244646114653117648?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/1244646114653117648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=1244646114653117648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/1244646114653117648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/1244646114653117648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2007/10/her-song-from-him.html' title='Her song from him..:)'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-6054249086480306463</id><published>2007-10-25T11:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T11:36:08.767+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional'/><title type='text'>Don't Wanna Try</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I cant believe you had the nerve to say the things you said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;they hurt so bad that they ended our relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I cant believe it ..3 years gone down the drain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh how I wish things would have happened so differently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I tried to save it so many times but you still couldn't see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;you kept insisting and resisting that you would not fall again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and now you're trying to tell me that you're sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and you're trying to come back home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;you're telling me you really need me crying begging both knees are on the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but baby I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't wanna try don't wanna try don't wanna try no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;you keep insisting when you know our love is out the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;don't wanna try don't wanna try 'cause all we do is fight and say the things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;that hurt us bad to when we both begin to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;dont wanna try dont wanna try I bout just had enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;its been a rough road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;baby just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;don't wanna try don't wanna try don't wanna try no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tell me whats the use of holding on when all we do is hurt our love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You and I had many conversations on the telephone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;talks about one day we having a place of our own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;wake up in the morning and have breakfast ready on the table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but all of that just seems &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so far away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;had to wake up face reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;it all just seems to good to be true after all you put me through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;It's amazing how you come out of the shower humming to yourself, drying your hair, getting ready to go to class...and then one song plays...and it all rushes back - perrrrrfecccccct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder which side you think I am in that song..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Try'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-4221330522065426707</id><published>2007-10-20T14:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T15:32:08.927+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I've learnt that...</title><content type='html'>...if you put boiling water into a saucepan with four eggs, then put a lid on for EXACTLY 18 minutes, the result is four half-boiled eggs; half-boiled to perfection...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENLI IS HALF-BOILED EGG DEPRIVED NO LONGER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy happy joy joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the downside, today is going to be spent in my room catching up on my reading. Sigh. The amount we have to read......*shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh ooh ooh I got my new phone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RxoIV1SvTmI/AAAAAAAAAbg/jvJYW7knONw/s1600-h/MyPicture-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RxoIV1SvTmI/AAAAAAAAAbg/jvJYW7knONw/s320/MyPicture-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123416697263312482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RxoIWVSvTnI/AAAAAAAAAbo/IcTWsOSpZfc/s1600-h/MyPicture-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RxoIWVSvTnI/AAAAAAAAAbo/IcTWsOSpZfc/s320/MyPicture-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123416705853247090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RxoIWVSvToI/AAAAAAAAAbw/4gZKa4yaIt4/s1600-h/MyPicture-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RxoIWVSvToI/AAAAAAAAAbw/4gZKa4yaIt4/s320/MyPicture-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123416705853247106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Sony Ericsson W910i....*sorray couldnt resist the camwhoring*...i just realised that the first pic is damn ah lian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well you can take the girl out of Malaysia but you can never take Malaysia outta the girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time has passed so fast, I've already been here a month, and it's almost half-term already.whoo hoo....Im coming homeeeeeeeee soonnnnnnnnnnn.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marshmallows rock my socks:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves.&lt;div 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that...'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RxoIV1SvTmI/AAAAAAAAAbg/jvJYW7knONw/s72-c/MyPicture-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-1290096321551688384</id><published>2007-10-17T13:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T13:58:11.709+01:00</updated><title type='text'>To Leo and Nimalan:</title><content type='html'>whattt theeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved the card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best female in a leading role ey..well hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I get why you wanted to see my reaction leo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY VERY OWN BOY TOY..HOW THOUGHTFUL....:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's growing in my sink now..will put before and after pictures on soon enough.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-1290096321551688384?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/1290096321551688384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=1290096321551688384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/1290096321551688384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-look-like-jolin-tsai.html' title='I look like Jolin Tsai?'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-4729550203213873902</id><published>2007-10-17T00:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T01:54:03.660+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily nothings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>(insert title)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ice Cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Indomee and Cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Present!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Frozen Letters.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Got a Gucci bag from the parents. Sigh. It ain't no iPod touch but who's complaining ey? *though the money that was used to buy that bag could've bought me three iPod touches*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The thursday before I went to London was Fresher's Ball. I had fun.......and I fell in love:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So in love a fish could drown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Siiiiiiighhhhhhhhhhhh.*it's a pun for those of you who know*&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His beautiful eyes captured my attention, and his smile....*ooOOooOOOhHHHH*&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Now if only he knew I existed.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee this feels like one of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those &lt;/span&gt;crushes....You know the ones you get when you're 14 and you get a crush on some 17 year old senior?...yeah.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You smile and gush and dream......but when he's right in front of you, you stutter and just DIE. Your friends can't take another word about him so they drag him up to you..yadda yadda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I felt like some inadequate teenage girl again and I must say, it's quite exhilarating; running away from being "bumped" into him *stares at Kenta*, and moaning about the girl who's given the honour of talking to him.....siiiiighhhhhhhhhh.:)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smiiilleeesssss.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he's doing law as well. And I've been seeing him around.......but like...NOLA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't see me wan lah.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Im too small....and insignificant........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But still, a girl can dream, can't she?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh I have a pictureee of himmm!!!!!!But I shan't post it here in case something happens.ahahahahahahahahahah. Ask me for the pic:)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London was really good; met up with Angie and Su Ann and of course SHAUN MAK and NicholasYoong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...Didn't get to meet up with SK, Istee and the rest of the MC gang though. Nemmind la. Next trip down kaay?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed the law social today (in retrospect I should've gone since he was gonna be there) for a girl's night in with Katie and Clara. We watched Emma and then Little Mermaid...and then danced to High School Musical and thennnnnn did Dirty Pop(NSync) and Everybody (BSB)...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fun night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Law is piling up.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got an entire STATUTE to read before Thurs.PEH.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Much love.Night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RxVURGBE0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/-JuDJyb0JIM/s1600-h/P1010053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RxVURGBE0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/-JuDJyb0JIM/s320/P1010053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122092803853439154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Andi.En.Kenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RxVUSWBE0MI/AAAAAAAAAaw/docjAbzmIG4/s1600-h/P1010059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RxVUSWBE0MI/AAAAAAAAAaw/docjAbzmIG4/s320/P1010059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122092825328275650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clara.En.Priscilla.Rosemary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v135/27/22/503208845/n503208845_145991_4672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v135/27/22/503208845/n503208845_145991_4672.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;En.Rosemary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RxVX_WBE0NI/AAAAAAAAAa4/QKWO5nGebWc/s1600-h/n503208845_146012_9270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RxVX_WBE0NI/AAAAAAAAAa4/QKWO5nGebWc/s320/n503208845_146012_9270.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122096896957272274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En.Rosemary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RxVX_WBE0OI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Cmsu4or4k6c/s1600-h/n503208845_146015_9943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RxVX_WBE0OI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Cmsu4or4k6c/s320/n503208845_146015_9943.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122096896957272290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Louie.En.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RxVYAWBE0PI/AAAAAAAAAbI/ewHiOccsXAM/s1600-h/n503208845_146006_7936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RxVYAWBE0PI/AAAAAAAAAbI/ewHiOccsXAM/s320/n503208845_146006_7936.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122096914137141490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;En.Andi.Kenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o288/liev2u1988/PA140133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o288/liev2u1988/PA140133.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;En.Angie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o288/liev2u1988/PA130121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o288/liev2u1988/PA130121.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;En.SuAnn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o288/liev2u1988/PA140128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o288/liev2u1988/PA140128.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Regent's Park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o288/liev2u1988/PA130115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o288/liev2u1988/PA130115.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Jas.En.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o288/liev2u1988/PA130105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o288/liev2u1988/PA130105.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Balloonie.En.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o288/liev2u1988/PA130073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o288/liev2u1988/PA130073.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Leo.Jas.En.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o288/liev2u1988/PA130089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o288/liev2u1988/PA130089.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;En.Nick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o288/liev2u1988/PA130085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o288/liev2u1988/PA130085.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;En.Shaun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o288/liev2u1988/PA130059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o288/liev2u1988/PA130059.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Nimalan.En.Jas.Shaun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RxVbn2BE0RI/AAAAAAAAAbY/CUiXWUsUuAg/s1600-h/PA140169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RxVbn2BE0RI/AAAAAAAAAbY/CUiXWUsUuAg/s320/PA140169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122100891276857618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Cuadro Perfecto.&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/4716806439638318713-4729550203213873902?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/4729550203213873902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=4729550203213873902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/4729550203213873902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/4729550203213873902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2007/10/insert-title.html' title='(insert title)'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RxVURGBE0LI/AAAAAAAAAao/-JuDJyb0JIM/s72-c/P1010053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-1395050071078062206</id><published>2007-10-15T00:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T00:48:25.293+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional'/><title type='text'>It's my birthday.and...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;im 19 now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but you know what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;my birthday has been spoiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;thanks alot really..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;you made my day.(though to be fair you didn't do it on my birthday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;imminent blogwars are way too childish.even for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so i shall say only this: Thanks for not wishing me. Now I know that you truly do not care anymore.Now I'm clear on what you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life is seriously at it's best now don't you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-1395050071078062206?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/1395050071078062206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=1395050071078062206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/1395050071078062206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/1395050071078062206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-my-birthdayand.html' title='It&apos;s my birthday.and...'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-5711084673462868434</id><published>2007-10-13T11:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T12:08:12.192+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>I misssss............</title><content type='html'>.&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.................telur setengah masak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;a.k.a soft boiled eggs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;:'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;X(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;peh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;hoomeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://missyfluffy.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/m87854167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://missyfluffy.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/m87854167.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-5711084673462868434?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/5711084673462868434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=5711084673462868434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/5711084673462868434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/5711084673462868434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-misssss.html' title='I misssss............'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-6427620564868141505</id><published>2007-10-10T13:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T13:49:53.585+01:00</updated><title type='text'>free wednesdays:)</title><content type='html'>i gave nigel the wrong room for lectures this morning.X(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my baddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im currently in my room eating a banana. I thought I'd forget to eat my fruits and drink my water, but I have a very "annoying" ex who keeps on harping on about how I shouldn't be drinking too much coke. That and shaun keeps on reminding me to "eat my fruits" as well.-,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to do laundry soon. what an adventure. Ro's coming with me (she forbids me to call her "Rose" and I have no idea why - I think it's a really sweet name ala Rose in Titanic*dreams*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hem Hem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im STILL SICK.grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a pile-up of cases to read for week 3 and tomorrow shiiiittt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiYoO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad la procrastination.Bad. I'm reading now, but not the cases. I found a bargain book!2pounds only!haha it's some chick lit novel but who cares?! Already I have to look online for the explanations of words like 'onus' and the definition of 'respondent' in comparison to 'defendant' and 'claimant' vs 'appellant' aiyOooOo. So I do not need another heavy novel like Anna Karenina by Tolstoy to tire my exhausted vocab!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I'm beginning to think that I'm much better off being someone's rich wife buying up the entire Old Bond Street than a young struggling undergraduate tackling her law degree...--.piffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Eugene along with the rest of the second years tell me to relax and have fun in the first term. Well I can hardly do that can I? Since bloody seminars are compulsory.pei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter. I'm going down to London this Friday:) My BIRTHDAYYYYYYYYYY IS COMING.so I expect alot of online greetings. No worries Im very low maintenance wan. I won't ask for presents. Just cards and pictures of home to fill up my empty walls will suffice. I honestly don't mind if you just scribble something on a piece of paper..just as long as I can stick it up....Make me feel loved abit la...ehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm meeting up with Angie who has my big Patrick dog ( I might just bring my luggage bag down to lug it back - can't have a uni student hugging her RED PATRICK LARGE soft toy in the train can we?) annnddddd...a mystery present from my parents.haha i think they must really miss me; considering the fact that they hardly ever buy me surprise birthday presents. 99% of the time its "what do you want?how much....whaaattttt!!!!!!cheaper la...ah okok la.limit 500 ony ah...nah take and buy.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its:&lt;br /&gt;a)very new&lt;br /&gt;b)4 digits in value (I dont know if that's in RM or GBP)&lt;br /&gt;c)something I'll like alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heeheee. I really have no idea what it is...when I guessed rice cooker SongJun said I was getting warmer :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so excited. I love surprises hehehee. *I hope it's an iPod touch*pleasepleasepleaseplease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I want it that much anyway..It's just....what ELSE is there that I'd like that's very new and costs 4 digits? You don't usually go around telling people that my "necklace" is VERY NEW right? you'd say that it's a new necklace....riiighttt? But maybe I'm over analysing...very new might mean "new in the market" riighhtt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...sigh.I have nothing to channel my analytical skills towards. (well there are the cases but who's taking note ey) I miss Lit class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PL2 people! Apparently Ms Anne has been going on about "this boy from Jan 06 intake" and "that girl from Jan 06 intake" - referring to multiple people of course in her current classes. REMEMBER WHAT I SAID ABOUT HER BEING BOUND TO MISS US MORE THAN ANY OTHER INTAKE??!!heeeeeheeeheeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toldja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I shall go and microwave some food now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye!:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;princess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-6427620564868141505?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/6427620564868141505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=6427620564868141505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/6427620564868141505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/6427620564868141505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2007/10/free-wednesdays.html' title='free wednesdays:)'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-2227473117113674972</id><published>2007-10-10T00:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T00:22:23.875+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><title type='text'>The sonnnnnggg...</title><content type='html'>Tom and Kieran doing the "ahwimbowep" song from Lion King. I'm the person who laughs...:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Vid.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i123.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid123.photobucket.com/albums/o288/liev2u1988/PA090034.flv" height="361" width="448"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-2227473117113674972?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/2227473117113674972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=2227473117113674972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/2227473117113674972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/2227473117113674972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2007/10/sonnnnnggg.html' title='The sonnnnnggg...'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-7343040299265211185</id><published>2007-10-09T17:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T00:12:51.830+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Im Cooking Dinner!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;heehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;yes, you saw right. EnLi is cooking. Jon's gonna stick around to make sure I don't burn the kitchen down haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways, met up with the Malaysian Students Society (MSA) yesterday, and got free nasi briyani..MMMMMMM. I didn't know how much I missed Malaysian food till that moment when my lips met with the spoonful of briyani rice............*goes all lyrical*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was really good to be able to eat amongst Malaysians and hear the chatter of Malaysian accents again. You kinda get sick of the British accent after awhile...okay I know it's only been three weeks since I've left Malaysia but stilllll!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Met up with some seniors who were a pretty funny bunch:P..then went and watched Zoolander with Tom, Izzy, Kieran, Oli and Nat in Oli's Whitefields cottage. Rather interesting actually, since it was concerning the assassination of the Malaysian Prime Minister who was championing the cause of eradicating child labourers in our country....wdfffff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ohhh....the Prime Minister was CHINESE in a CHINESE SUIT..and the footage that they showed of "Malaysia" was full of Chinese banners...and in the end Zoolander said something to the Prime Minister...and it sounded NOTHING like Malay(or Chinese for that matter).-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think that the fact that Oli, Nat and I were watching it and going all "OMG Malaysia is so NOT like that..!" made it funnier for Tom, Izzy and Kieran...yep, Warwick is International indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Got stuck outside the SU with the seniors because OLI AND NAT (evil things) forgot to call me into the line.PEH. Nevertheless, had interesting conversations..about Law and high heels (??) and Amsterdam, and mushrooms, and weed??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I woke up this morning with the HORRIBLEST flu, cough and fever.-.-It's called the fresher's flu apparently. Don't know why I got it, since I didn't drink or club..that much.hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;kay pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o288/liev2u1988/PA070002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o288/liev2u1988/PA070002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sue beee....eating sandwiches:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o288/liev2u1988/PA080017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o288/liev2u1988/PA080017.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Francis and Jon posing:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o288/liev2u1988/PA080015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o288/liev2u1988/PA080015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;RoRo:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o288/liev2u1988/PA080010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o288/liev2u1988/PA080010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;RoRo and Katie Bell (yeah like Harry Potter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o288/liev2u1988/PA090032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o288/liev2u1988/PA090032.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ian:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o288/liev2u1988/PA080008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o288/liev2u1988/PA080008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Francis doing the Zoolander pose...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;schleepy.nites!:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-7343040299265211185?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/7343040299265211185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=7343040299265211185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/7343040299265211185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/7343040299265211185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-cooking-dinner.html' title='Im Cooking Dinner!'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-1911324351607184016</id><published>2007-10-08T00:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T23:55:38.781+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><title type='text'>Shaun Shaun Shaun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o288/liev2u1988/P9210258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o288/liev2u1988/P9210258.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Shaun Mak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Smak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Shaunie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Master KS Mak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Basketttt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On this fateful day, nineteen years ago, a boy was born. This boy is no ordinary boy (neither is he a Harry Potter) because his unusually high level of offensiveness never ceases to amaze me. This boy - who according to him, was a really baaaaaaaaadddd *say it like a sheep would haha* boy turned good has been a truly great friend. So for that, I am thankful that you were born into this world on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;8th of October&lt;/span&gt; ( a week before the greatest birth ever *koffkoff*me*koffkoff*).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So....Im sorry I couldn't send you anything, I really did want to - but then I realised that I have no idea whatsoever on how to do these online delivery thingies...-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll make it up to you when I get to London yeah?:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o288/liev2u1988/P9210255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o288/liev2u1988/P9210255.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;much much love.:)mwahhhhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Happy Nineteenth Birthday darlings!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hearts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Princess:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-1911324351607184016?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/1911324351607184016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=1911324351607184016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/1911324351607184016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/1911324351607184016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2007/10/shaun-shaun-shaun.html' title='Shaun Shaun Shaun'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-773359718924214915</id><published>2007-10-07T12:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T13:45:45.554+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional'/><title type='text'>Cruel= pleased to hurt, torment, and afflict pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I honestly don't know why. or how.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah, so I don't call or message, or IM you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If friendship was reduced to just that; then yeah. Fine. I suck at being a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I never called or messaged every freaking day anyway. AND I THINK THE WHOLE EFFING WORLD KNOWS THAT I JUST HAVE NO IDEA OF WHAT IM IS..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's not that I don't care; or that I take friends too lightly and I dump the old friends as soon as the new ones come along. Thats utter bullshit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What would you have me do? Seriously. Just tell me. PLEASE. Im at a loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I try to talk to you online and you are so fucking cruel that tears sprung to my eyes the moment I read your message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"hahaha. it's not the same anymore"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;whattheheeeelllll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know, if friends were defined as just that "people who call, message, and IM" I wouldn't have a single friend in the world. God, maybe I don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did I do something else that was wrong? Am I barking up the wrong tree entirely? Maybe there's another reason why you're being like this but I have no idea and I can't think of any other reason other than this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I didn't backstab you. I didn't take advantage of you. I didn't become friends with you just because you were someone's son or daughter. I didn't ignore you whenever you needed me. I didn't laugh at you when you were crying. Even when I didn't get why you were upset I still tried to cheer you up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Regardless of what it feels like, I DO CARE. And Im sorry that I don't know how to show it. It's a bad habit; me not IMing ppl online, but that's because I do not think much of IMing. If i changed from last time, if I used to IM you alot and now Im not doing so, then fine. Yeah Ive changed. But you see, I don't think I was ever much of an IM person anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe I used to call and SMS you tons. But that was back in Malaysia, when I HAD A HOUSE PHONE and a mobile that didnt cost so much to SMS. (yeah money isnt the question here) Im still on a prepaid UK mobile ok. And it's pretty shit because I have to make 30 pounds last at least a week. It would have been different if I had a line and Unlimited texts or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Things are different because YOU made it different. Unless I was mistaken, it was okay for awhile after you left. Then suddenly you were cold again. I didnt do anything because I thought it was because you were settling in and making new friends. I didnt want to be in the way or anything. I didn't want to make it seem like I needed you to talk to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your letter made me cry. Buckets actually. I said I was sorry. What else can I say or do? Until now I still don't really get why you and I fell out. And then you apologized too. And everything was fine. And then you were cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If what you said in the invisible ink was true, well I don't believe it anymore. The word "always" sounds so fake now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Im not justifying myself on the keeping in contact part. That is my issue and for that Im so sorry. But I hardly think that "hahaha its not the same now" comment was called for. It hurts. and I cant find any other description of it but cruel. Because I was trying to talk to you. It really hurts. I trusted you when you said always. But no. You don't say things like that to someone you love. nope. you just dont. esp the hahaha part. Thats why i say cruel. because of its definition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe youre not worth it. Maybe it's not me thats a shit friend, it's you. I don't know. And frankly I dont care. Because whether or not you're worth it, you're my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"A friend is someone you have history with.  Someone who's got your back no matter what you do, have done or will do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think a true friend is the person who you can call after not talking for a while with no "well, I haven't heard from you in a whiles". . . just start where you left off. . .because no matter how long it's been, they're always in your heart and you're in theirs."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After the conversation, I sat in front of my laptop, in tears and in a daze. I wondered if I was really such a crap friend as you make me out to be. I wondered if I was right in feeling sorry and blaming myself for what happened to us. And guess what....I think you're the cruel one. I don't see you in tears do I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nowhere did it say that you have to call, message or IM people to be considered a friend. It DID say that a friend is someone who accepts whoever you are, along with the flaws. A friend is someone who will try to understand (at least) who you are, and though they are allowed to be annoyed because well, nobody's perfect; they are supposed to be okay with who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To me, you don't have to do anything to be a friend. You just are. If you were really a true friend, you'd know that I don't mean to ignore you or push you aside. I don't mean to make you feel like you've lost any significance in my life. Because you havent. No friend has ever lost his or her significance in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You must mean alot to me for me to cry at a mere IM (which might i say AGAIN that i dont think much of).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know what I can say or do. But yeah, this is what I have to say about this. You probably tell people that en is such a shit friend who forgets you as soon as someone new comes along. You probably tell people that yeah it's different between en and i, we used to be tight, but she's changed now. But I know what you told me, and oh my gosh, wouldn't it surprise you to know that it's fake to me now? You told be you'd always be around. Well, where are you now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RwjUTK6shzI/AAAAAAAAAag/P7-6meA7oZ4/s1600-h/PA070004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RwjUTK6shzI/AAAAAAAAAag/P7-6meA7oZ4/s320/PA070004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118574402319714098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;your keychain. If I truly didn't care about you, do you honestly think I'd remember to bring it over? And use it as my room keychain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Think about it. And you will realise that I'm still your friend even though you think that I've changed, or that you're not important to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-773359718924214915?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/773359718924214915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=773359718924214915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/773359718924214915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/773359718924214915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2007/10/cruel-pleased-to-hurt-torment-and.html' title='Cruel= pleased to hurt, torment, and afflict pain'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RwjUTK6shzI/AAAAAAAAAag/P7-6meA7oZ4/s72-c/PA070004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-9209336706244327406</id><published>2007-10-07T00:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T01:06:58.429+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Coventry and Surprises.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we-ll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;first Saturday in Warwick was spent with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ian&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SueBee&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nat&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oliver&lt;/span&gt; in Coventry. Had a huge lunch at some Chinese place (yes it's weird...I've come to UK for about 3 weeks already, and I can say that I've eaten Chinese food 99% of the time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went shopping..bought stuff from Primark hehe. Kiasu Malaysians la what do you expect. Spent about 5 hours in Coventry then took the bus back and met &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Andi&lt;/span&gt; *yes it's spelt with an 'i'* and hung out at Whitefields. Met supercute guy.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;His name's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tom&lt;/span&gt; or something or other. He sings. He sang. Abit vain though. No matter. Cuci mata only lah:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Took pictures (finally) with my hallmates. Not all of them were there though, some were still out partying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o288/liev2u1988/PA070017.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Josh&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jon&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Josh &lt;/span&gt;is the one frowning. This is what I get when I go "Guys!Smileee!"-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o288/liev2u1988/PA070025.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jon&lt;/span&gt;. Hes veryyy tall. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Josh&lt;/span&gt; ran off because he's camera shy. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o288/liev2u1988/PA070024.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These are the gals.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rosem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ary,&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clara&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rosemary's&lt;/span&gt; the one that looks almost British. She isn't. She's Singaporean and we have many many fights about Malaysia and Singapore; particularly about water hehe. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clara&lt;/span&gt; is from Sussex. Interesting fatc: she tried out for Cho Chang. I personally think she would have done so much better than the current one. She doesnt have a horrible accent that you can hardly understand...and she's pretty cute..better than the current one anywayyy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o288/liev2u1988/PA070029.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;posing:) I found my poser group in Warwick. GO ME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o288/liev2u1988/PA070037.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Two of the Angels with Charlie/Jon. Hahah he's a closet poserrrrr...:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Still got tons more hallmates I havent been able to snap pics of because theyre out partying too  much. Soon enough I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o288/liev2u1988/PA070040.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Last....but definitely not least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. It means alot to me. Nobody's ever done anything this sweet for me. :) Can't be expressed in words. It's appreciated. Hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say again that you shouldn't waste your time. But it's not like you will listen anyway-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah.Thanks. From the heart babes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-9209336706244327406?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/9209336706244327406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=9209336706244327406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/9209336706244327406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/9209336706244327406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2007/10/coventry-and-surprises.html' title='Coventry and Surprises.'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-2503305001444334386</id><published>2007-10-06T02:17:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T02:17:34.222+01:00</updated><title type='text'>slideeeshowwww!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-d2.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=288230376163883986&amp;amp;site=widget-d2.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=288230376163883986&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-d2.slide.com/p1/288230376163883986/bb_t043_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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Picture the boats floating near shore; rather precariously because (whether known or unknown to the boats) there are really sharp rocks just underneath the surface of the water. Any slight movement will cause the bottom of the boats to graze the rocks below. There IS the option of floating a little bit out to sea; away from the rocks, but no, the boats aren't gonna do that - because it is the first step to the unknown. Who knows what storms might rage?Let's say a storm happens, and the boats get tossed about violently (again). Ultimately, they end up where they started which is near shore, just as precarious as before. What's the point of venturing out in the first place when its highly probable that the boats will end up in the same place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Of course, if the boats are lucky, and they DO survive the second storm, and the storm actually brings them to new horizons...well then good for them eyy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is this, do you dare venture out into the unchartered sea that has already treated you so unkindly before in hopes of better horizons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols.mel that was roughly what we were saying right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nights all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and the princess will speak...soon enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-7024971688428151733?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/7024971688428151733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=7024971688428151733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/7024971688428151733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/7024971688428151733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2007/10/warwick-university.html' title='Warwick University'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-1905630231145516718</id><published>2007-09-23T07:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T07:57:25.566+01:00</updated><title type='text'>*hellooo!!!*</title><content type='html'>hellohellohello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEIJEAN THANK YOU DO MUCH FOR EVERYTTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k that's done with;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stewpid apartment in Lyall Street has no wireless.so crappy I tell you.anywhos(haha lips) im currently sitting in Shaun's very nice apartment (5 minutes away from buckingham palace - like seriously. he conned me into walking back from Trafalgar) stealing wireless *again* hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive got tons of pictures that are just too much to put up so when i finally arrive in warwick i shall do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my mommy:'( she just went back yesterday ( having shaun for company isnt much consolation)*hides from shauns whack*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here goes man.en starts a new chapter...eee.quite freaky LA the feeling. :S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know that ive been in London a week and I only saw the Big Ben yesterday??!!baddd shape la.doin too much shopping..nyeeheheeh.will go sightseeing tomorrow with Nick and Jasmine hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALEXWUNG why u not in london.-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyoh i just re-read this post.so utterly random.nemmind. its super early here and i think im still a little jetlagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im missing everyone!!:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k before i forget -  this is what I've done in london so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-shop&lt;br /&gt;-watched musical - wicked...super nice:)&lt;br /&gt;-day trip to warwick&lt;br /&gt;-bought mom designer bags *cringe* Gucci and LV in ONE DAY.omg.sorry lah if u know my mom its not what she usually does. separation anxiety i think.&lt;br /&gt;-met up with ppl in london&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how "productive"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nemmind.will update again soon.this post is just so u guys know im not dead yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the words of joe "woman...u dead ady ahhhhh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;misses much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;princess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-1905630231145516718?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/1905630231145516718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=1905630231145516718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/1905630231145516718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/1905630231145516718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2007/09/hellooo.html' title='*hellooo!!!*'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-3519802964287210698</id><published>2007-09-19T05:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T05:23:04.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello from London!</title><content type='html'>its currently 5am ( i think the blog is still on malaysian time) and im here, in the apartment, sitting on the floor with my lappie on some chair stealing wireless from some unknowing Brit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I awake at 5 am? Because IM JETLAGGED. and I got a blocked nose.-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brrr. It's not THAT cold la.but like...i miss hooomeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the lovely farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SoonSeng and Ben and whoever else was involved in making the vid, thanks. *my Mac still CANNOT open the fileeeee.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian, thanks for the book and the CD..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe, thanks for the gummies. Im eating them now^^..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BenLow, love the MONKEY! and i wuv u tooooooo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else, thanks for the hugs, the tearrs, the kisses and of course, the advice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS and bryan~Sheep says hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight..was...okayla...i could sleep most of the time...but poor KShen couldnt AND he had another 3 and a half hours before he could sleep when he arrives at Nottingham...(pardon the funny english - i seem to have lost the englishness upon arrival).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a bimbotic note...OMG WHY EVERYONE HERE SO GOOOD LOOKING AND TALL WAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they all look as if theyve popped outta some fashion magazine or summat.....the GUYS.....*dies.*the gurls....i wana kill them theyre all so talll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k im kinda sleepyfied again now..soo....gnite..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;princess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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London!'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-6258970088684731052</id><published>2007-09-17T11:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T12:03:09.761+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just saw my countdown clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one hour and twentyfour minutes till I leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to go.and now i am. and i dont want to anymore....sniffles.im gonna miss everyone so much. and i know you guys damn sayang me.I CHAYANG YOU GUYS TOOOOOOOO...:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*BIG TEARS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit. i swear. the parent syndromes are reaching the worst ever level. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and IANS NOT GOING TO SEND ME OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;princess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-6258970088684731052?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/6258970088684731052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=6258970088684731052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/6258970088684731052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/6258970088684731052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-7347909183605389040</id><published>2007-09-11T16:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T11:00:23.377+01:00</updated><title type='text'>*whack*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i need to get back into the blogging groove.been very busy. you know how you blog tons for a certain period of time, then you stop blogging, and then you look back at your posts of your "blogging period" and think, *damn i should have blogged more about yadda yadda yadda*? yeah. im feelin it yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyways. the emo bug is starting to wheedle &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(is that even a WORD?*haha &lt;strong&gt;Shaun&lt;/strong&gt; check the scrabble dictionary*)&lt;/span&gt;its way into me. sniffles wiffles and all that sorta thing. It started with &lt;strong&gt;Ju's&lt;/strong&gt; surprise farewell at Cava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RubC12NTQgI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/tE_XxlXur2Y/s1600-h/olympus+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108985057638564354" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RubC12NTQgI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/tE_XxlXur2Y/s320/olympus+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RubC2WNTQhI/AAAAAAAAAaA/5FYJ0Xy66VM/s1600-h/olympus+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108985066228498962" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RubC2WNTQhI/AAAAAAAAAaA/5FYJ0Xy66VM/s320/olympus+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan and I - I look weird here but he's so unbelievably adorable weii:)&lt;br /&gt;It hit me that I was leaving too and...andd...andd....*bawls eyes out*Then on sunday it was the dinner hosted by my 2nd uncle to send me off. Everyone was giving me angpows:):) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RubC3GNTQjI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/z-ALJGEtRyM/s1600-h/olympus+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108985079113400882" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RubC3GNTQjI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/z-ALJGEtRyM/s320/olympus+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nice aunties and uncles who gave me angpow:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...and I swear.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE FOOD&lt;/span&gt;. The cousins were all like &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"oh when you go UK you can't eat this and that.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"oh dont worry we wont forget you..we'll make sure to CALL you everytime we're eating together and marvel at how delicious the shark's fin and suckling pig is.."(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;no offence so animal lovers-.-)grrr.siigh. Im going to miss the nasi lemak, the rendang, the pineapple tarts, the ayam goreng from nirwana, the lala from ming tien, the seafood, the shang har mein, the homemade soup..SNIFFFF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RubC2mNTQiI/AAAAAAAAAaI/U4LB4Tvtp20/s1600-h/olympus+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108985070523466274" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RubC2mNTQiI/AAAAAAAAAaI/U4LB4Tvtp20/s320/olympus+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cousins - Evil Incarnates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;......NEVERMIND. i got my duck rice...*which cost ALOT but who cares la OKAY*-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then on monday i dragged poor &lt;strong&gt;keatboon&lt;/strong&gt; all over town to complete my neverending shopping list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RubC3WNTQkI/AAAAAAAAAaY/VnFg0JtWJfc/s1600-h/olympus+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108985083408368194" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RubC3WNTQkI/AAAAAAAAAaY/VnFg0JtWJfc/s320/olympus+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile la geez.&lt;br /&gt;started at central market for my cheong sam - got a very nice long black and gold one:D..then on to Low Yat where we spent ages buying an external hard disk for meself, a laptop(for his brother) and a laserjet printer all-in one(??) for me dad.oh and i bought earphones for my ipod too so now i can listen to it after like two months wei.THEN we went to KLCC to get &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my crumpler laptop bag&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;gorgeous nike walking shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:):) all using my HSBC Premier Credit Card. HAHAHA.been swiping like mad wei. very bad. now I know why they say Credit Cards are bad in econs class. you just spendddd and spennnd..geez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;at night it was dinner with the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;anna banana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who just got back from her holiday in Europe*the stupid biatch*...and after that a yumcha with &lt;strong&gt;Aaron K&lt;/strong&gt; (whom I SWEAR I will EMAIL) and &lt;strong&gt;Adrian M&lt;/strong&gt;. Talked and talked and talked about tattoos and piercings and needles*ugh(Met &lt;strong&gt;AlexWung &lt;/strong&gt;and his gang there too. Oh and &lt;strong&gt;DanielHo&lt;/strong&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tues was to please my grandma..went to pay my respects to my granddad.Twas a pretty solemn thing actually, I still feel the tears welling up. I wish he could have sent me off..but oh wells. Im glad I fulfilled my promise to him of going to uni :)Then on to renewing my driver's license with Shaun(omg i swear the JPJ was sooo efficient that I got it done in about 15 mins..and Im not being sarcastic) and then ALexWung who came to send all of us to KL where we did our ISICs and Shaun attempted a collection of his visa which amounted to NOTHING. We got stuck in the famous KL jam and emoed to James Morrison - The Pieces Don't Fit Anymore. BOLLOCKS in the words of ShaunMak himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Had dinner again with La Familia - this time me hosting it *grumblegrumble* had crabs and all the seafood you can think of..Geez the bill was RM1000 over man...There goes the scholarship moneyyyyyy....*flies out the window*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Daddy was emoing just now.Haiyo. Eyes were red and all you know.migosh.not even monday yet and hes already like this..how la how.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*~she's leavinggg on a jet planeeeeeee....*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Im sorry i dont really have a coherent post but I'll leave specific blogging till later la okays?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ian: we must go out OKAY i dont care.will call you soon;)&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/4716806439638318713-7347909183605389040?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/7347909183605389040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=7347909183605389040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/7347909183605389040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/7347909183605389040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2007/09/whack.html' title='*whack*'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RubC12NTQgI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/tE_XxlXur2Y/s72-c/olympus+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-3645320067631479781</id><published>2007-09-07T18:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T20:07:46.789+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>pictorials.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RuGPOGNTQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/EqNymzpxw50/s1600-h/P9050039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RuGPOGNTQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/EqNymzpxw50/s320/P9050039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107520924762194370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~mwah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RuGPOmNTQdI/AAAAAAAAAZg/JkpmwM1OOZI/s1600-h/P9050041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RuGPOmNTQdI/AAAAAAAAAZg/JkpmwM1OOZI/s320/P9050041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107520933352128978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the retarded cousin:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RuGPO2NTQeI/AAAAAAAAAZo/NF0Ev0UxRc4/s1600-h/P9050047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RuGPO2NTQeI/AAAAAAAAAZo/NF0Ev0UxRc4/s320/P9050047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107520937647096290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kshen with his SHORT hair..~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RuGPPWNTQfI/AAAAAAAAAZw/UWrLH6tGZVU/s1600-h/P9060074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RuGPPWNTQfI/AAAAAAAAAZw/UWrLH6tGZVU/s320/P9060074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107520946237030898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jean:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If a picture paints a thousand words, then why can't I paint.......you.&lt;/span&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/4716806439638318713-3645320067631479781?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/3645320067631479781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=3645320067631479781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/3645320067631479781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/3645320067631479781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2007/09/pictorials.html' title='pictorials.'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RuGPOGNTQcI/AAAAAAAAAZY/EqNymzpxw50/s72-c/P9050039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-4291179827139705960</id><published>2007-09-06T16:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T17:41:11.425+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Everyone is just waiting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You'll come down from the Lurch&lt;br /&gt;with an unpleasant bump.&lt;br /&gt;And the chances are, then,&lt;br /&gt;that you'll be in a Slump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you're in a Slump,&lt;br /&gt;you're not in for much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Un-slumping yourself&lt;br /&gt;is not easily done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will come to a place where the streets are not marked.&lt;br /&gt;Some windows are lighted. But mostly they're darked.&lt;br /&gt;A place you could sprain both you elbow and chin!&lt;br /&gt;Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in?&lt;br /&gt;How much can you lose? How much can you win?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And IF you go in, should you turn left or right...&lt;br /&gt;or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite?&lt;br /&gt;Or go around back and sneak in from behind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simple it's not, I'm afraid you will find,&lt;br /&gt;for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can get so confused&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that you'll start in to race&lt;br /&gt;down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace&lt;br /&gt;and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,&lt;br /&gt;headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.&lt;br /&gt;The Waiting Place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...for people just waiting.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a train to go&lt;br /&gt;or a bus to come, or a plane to go&lt;br /&gt;or the mail to come, or the rain to go&lt;br /&gt;or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or waiting around for a Yes or a No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;or waiting for their hair to grow.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is just waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the fish to bite&lt;br /&gt;or waiting for wind to fly a kite&lt;br /&gt;or waiting around for Friday night&lt;br /&gt;or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake&lt;br /&gt;or a pot to boil, or a Better Break&lt;br /&gt;or a sting of pearls, or a pair of pants&lt;br /&gt;or a wig with curls, or &lt;strong&gt;Another Chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone is just waiting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Interesting poem by Dr. Seuss no? Heard it in Fracture starring Ryan Gosling (from The Notebook *sniff*) and Sir Anthony Hopkins (from Hannibal and countless others). Good movie this. Very lawyer-fied. Double Jeopardy and all that sorta thing. The poem strikes a chord. Everyone is just waiting. For what? For the freaking bloody cows to come home la that's what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hmph. In a pissy mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.......AAANyyywayy. Went to the pre-departure briefing for Warwick yesterday. Met some seniors..Rather interesting bunch...:) Looks like its going to be quite fun in Uni. I also got my accommodation done *strikes that off list* and I got Jack Martin yeay ensuite baybehh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Been meeting up with my kawan kawan:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Started out with SongJun Edmund and Chew at Ming Tien yummy LaLa.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then with KeatBoon my "hengdai" to eat breakfast..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107127634606899634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RuAphmNTQbI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/gxTcMyD4VYk/s320/P9030013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then with PeiJean to shop...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107127613132063090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RuApgWNTQXI/AAAAAAAAAYw/lfNc9xTa5Wo/s320/P9060064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;teehee I bought the dress:) Though I have no idea where Im going to be wearing it in England.haha.Freeze meself off I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then with Saran, Smellypoo and Sheekira and Tzin for lunch at Delicious and shopping after.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107127630311932322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RuAphWNTQaI/AAAAAAAAAZI/bBQH2PV91rM/s320/P9060090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My lovely sayangs"patiently" waiting for me to buy my flats from Vincci. If you count Mel saying "AIya buy BOTH colours la since you're so rich from your scholarship.." as patient then yeah la. DAAAAMN patient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RuApgmNTQYI/AAAAAAAAAY4/k1LUd7m6ySo/s1600-h/P9060078.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107127617427030402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RuApgmNTQYI/AAAAAAAAAY4/k1LUd7m6ySo/s320/P9060078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Sheekira Sheekira and I with Saran's aviators from I-dunno-who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RuAphGNTQZI/AAAAAAAAAZA/M1SGYVrNp3k/s1600-h/P9060083.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107127626016965010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RuAphGNTQZI/AAAAAAAAAZA/M1SGYVrNp3k/s320/P9060083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Smelly Melly!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:) Gonna miss the funny moments when I'm away. No matter. It'll be 9 weeks (ONLY) till I see everyone again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Got my visa done super-smoothly. Apparently alot of applicants get rejected.O.o Thank God I'm not one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Got my HSBC Premier (!!) credit card...=.= yeah the one with the 1000 ringgit limit. I hope daddy was joking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Still so many things to do..and so little time. Im so busy I havent even had enough time to really really sit down and dwell on the fact that I'm leaving home for the longest time I have ever been. Sniff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Injections tomorrow? Gonna put it off if possible heehee. Grr. I need to get my driving license done...Been putting that off since the day I got robbed. Which was.....a very long time ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haisyo. Very Schleepy Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-4291179827139705960?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/4291179827139705960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=4291179827139705960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/4291179827139705960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/4291179827139705960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2007/09/everyone-is-just-waiting.html' title='Everyone is just waiting.'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/RuAphmNTQbI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/gxTcMyD4VYk/s72-c/P9030013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-5343635905131369936</id><published>2007-09-04T11:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T12:30:41.043+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secrets:)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memory lane'/><title type='text'>the wheel of fortune...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sigh. i think im missing lit class. i miss Kent and his philosophy about fortune's wheel. i miss playing the fool. i miss the storm scene. siiiiiigh. i miss &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ms. Anne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and her sadistic smile whenever we do super badly in her class tests..i miss PL2.i miss &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clinton &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;calling me fat. I miss &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Saran's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; bum-slapping. I miss &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Sukyein's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; reminders to bring whatever book the next day. I miss &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mel's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; swearing. I miss &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Joe's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; whinging. I miss &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zaim's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bigness and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tiny's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..well...tiny-ness lol.I miss&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naz's&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;hotness. I miss &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sheekira's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; counselling. I miss&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Audrey's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hugs. I miss &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leo's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; attempts at being intellectual (ok not attempts la ur relli smart...*asshole*)I miss &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gary's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; niceness. I miss &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Priya's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; innocence and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chrisandra's &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wisecracks. Heck i even miss &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lipeng's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Aimi's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; bouts of bimboness. OMG i dunno who I missed out but yeah i miss everyone that makes PL2 PL2. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106309838474002786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/Rt1BvmNTQWI/AAAAAAAAAYo/BO_v7vpGCr0/s400/140668962681l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had the dental check-up today...i hate dentists...but this one wasnt so bad...maybe because she was a lady. more gentle perhaps;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes shit things happen to you so that you will appreciate the little good things that come along once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at other times shit things happen because your face got problem...ahahhahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okokok..sorry.feeling a little er....how do you put it...lame?something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in any case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that things always happen for a reason. Why or how it happens is never in our hands. There is almost always a lesson learnt at the end of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've come a full circle haven't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;You.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm so proud of you. Always knew you could do it. Never for once doubted your ability.Im just sorry I can't tell you straight out lol:p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106309271538319698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/Rt1BOmNTQVI/AAAAAAAAAYg/d1Sd9ROS6wg/s400/lolo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two roads diverged. it's true that the paths couldn't be more different; but at least they're both moving ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Oh and the princess has spoken;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-5343635905131369936?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/5343635905131369936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=5343635905131369936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/5343635905131369936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/5343635905131369936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2007/09/wheel-of-fortune.html' title='the wheel of fortune...'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/Rt1BvmNTQWI/AAAAAAAAAYo/BO_v7vpGCr0/s72-c/140668962681l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-5368073896295492923</id><published>2007-09-03T04:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T05:07:30.533+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts to ponder'/><title type='text'>From The Inside Out....</title><content type='html'>it's about two weeks until I leave..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing on my mind has been Him. Been so caught up that I don't have time to stop, and think, and listen. Drifted apart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe. But this HAS to be one of the worst times to be distant. It's so ironic that I don't give a second of thought to the one thing that will make or break me when I'm away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It IS true what they say about the second generation Christians. Everything's taken for granted. I've always had the assurance, some people say it's brainwash; but I hardly think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reality is there. I'm reminded of it whenever I look around at the little wonders that go unnoticed most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it amaze you how the tree outside your house has so many leaves that look alike and feel the same, and yet, if you look closer, are different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was God I would just mass produce the darn leaves because nobody appreciates them anyway. But I'm not. And He actually takes the trouble to make every leaf distinctive; even the leaf is given so much attention. Who does these things? And it's not only one tree you know, all the billions of trees have distinctive features. Where got people so free but Him la.....-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I think, well, it's just religion you know? I got so much to do so little time; I'll leave that to whenever I'm less busy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I'd avoid the Christianity subject (like before I started this post) because...I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a voice goes in my head.. "Are you ashamed of your faith?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not. It's just not what a typical 19 year old talks about right? But then again, Im not THAT typical I guess. Religion doesn't play a big part in most people's lives nowadays but thankfully, it does in mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very easy to forget and even easier to deny that you ever had anything to do with anything mildly religious.... And gee, I MIGHT just do that when I leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to of course, but I might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget how blessed I am to be where I am now. I forget how He helped me through whenever I was afraid of the future. I forget how I put everything into His hands so that He would decide for me. I forget how much He loves me and died for me and how much I should love Him back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse; I remember all those times I felt alone and that nothing mattered in this life. This one single thought is enough to justify me being distant. I say to myself "Well where was He when this-that-or-the-other happened.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been hard on me these past few months. It still is. I still don't understand why certain things have happened. I guess I got too confident that I could do it without His help. I thought I didn't need to bother Him with trivial stuff. I thought " yeah I can do this ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yikes that's when everything goes wrong man. When you decide you can do it yourself. When you push Him away because everything gets too complicated when religion is involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I will be close to Him when I'm on my own in Warwick. It's easy to be part of the Christian family when you're in KL - you have Christian friends, your parents drag you out of bed at 9 on Sunday mornings to go to church, you go to YF....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you're in a new place.....all you have is yourself...and Him. That's a scary thought. I wonder if I can still be who I am now when nobody is there to watch my back and tell me "hey en, you're getting a bit outta hand here.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* Im rambling. Boom. Was pottering around my room when this song came on my iTunes. and finally, after so long, I stopped, thought, and listened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;      A thousand times I've failed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Still Your mercy remains &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;And should I stumble again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; I'm caught in Your grace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Everlasting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Your light will shine when all else fades &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Never ending &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Your glory goes beyond all fame &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;In my heart and my soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Lord I give You control &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Consume me from the inside out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Lord let justice and praise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; Become my embrace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt; To love you from the inside out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;*...I will be still, and know You are God.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-5368073896295492923?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/5368073896295492923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=5368073896295492923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/5368073896295492923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/5368073896295492923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2007/09/from-inside-out.html' title='From The Inside Out....'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-802114827353901050</id><published>2007-09-02T19:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T19:08:33.983+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>random post.</title><content type='html'>i think im over the schoolgirl crush.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote of the day &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"shitting is better than wanking...wah...when the shit comes out ah..the feeling ah..."&lt;/span&gt; - LoLo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg.*cringe*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-802114827353901050?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/802114827353901050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=802114827353901050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/802114827353901050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/802114827353901050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2007/09/random-post.html' title='random post.'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4716806439638318713.post-5908244106518360510</id><published>2007-09-02T13:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T14:20:14.379+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitchy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>do you believe in love at first sight?..or do I have to walk by again?</title><content type='html'>hello lovely ppl...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have so many things that I want to blog about but I do not have the time or the patience to properly arrange my thoughts.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went to S**O today ( the reason for the asterisks will show itself soon). Upon entering the mother and I were lucky enough to get a parking slot almost immediately *yeay for us*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the amount of semi-ninja people i saw there was enough to make me..well...suffocate.the building was literally filled to the brim with humans and their offspring - offspring that will NOT EVER shut the hell up and stay obediently by their parents' side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i s.w.e.a.r.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these kids running around playing "catching" in the area.....arrrghhhh. you dont get that in KLCC.NO YOU DONT. but in S**O i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont know how to teach your kids then PLEASE leave them at home where they can shout and scream in peace(paradoxical much).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont know how to control your kids then PLEASE don't give birth so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, I dunno if it was just me or there were really damn alot of pregnant ladies in S**O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking around to see if there was a baby fair or summat. and these women are reaaaaaaally young too.*shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, there we were, mother and daughter caught in the midst of the frenzy (there was an 80%(!!) sale there on some valentino shirts (????!!)) and we were hoping to get a bag ASAP then dodge out of that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh I forgot to mention the reason why we were at S**O in the first place. Mummy dearest who is very very super kiasu, heard that the Samsonite luggage bags were going really cheap there and decided to save some money. *grr* I would gladly have paid the difference.Pah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......as I was saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much deliberation and cajoling on the part of the salesman, we finally decided on our purchase... I wasn't annoyed...yet. I mean, the kids ( there were ALOT of them) were starting to get to me but I thought, well, I was a kid once too. And let them have their fun y'know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were about to leave when the mother saw a couple of belts on sale.ehmahgawds. I just wanted to leave at that point cuz there was this kid..in FAKE crocs (the things are already so horrendous in the originals....and these were f.a.k.e. omg) screaming and shouting and running around.....aaaarghhh. just thinking about it makes my insides twist and turn.-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sales person, a semi-ninja, was SO BLOODY INCOMPETENT I COULD JUST DIE. And I was just standing there dragging my stupid luggage bag keeping to my own thoughts mind you. Poor mother. I think she was about to hit the roof judging from the tone of her voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Cik, ini tali pinggang ada saiz untuk orang 32-33 punya waist ah?*say it in a cina cina accent*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird SN(semi ninja): *digs around the mess that was the sales counter* Ada 44...45...47...*throws boxes at mom*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*enli thinks, why cant she just give us the RIGHT size...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Saiz mana saya boleh beli untuk waist 32-33??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird SN : ahhh..*picks smallest size from the stuff she threw out* ahhh...44 la boleh..saya tumbuk lubang nanti....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*enli thinks, size for belts means length rite. 44 inches...wouldnt it be abit too long for someone whos a 32 waistline?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Ah.tumbuk lubang dulu la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird SN: Bayar dulu baru tumbuk.*stoney face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the mom goes and pays for it and comes back to the counter for the tumbuk-ing of the lubang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird SN #2: Saiz apa mahu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: untuk 33 punya waist line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird SN #2: hah.saiz 33 mahu beli 44 buat apa?terlalu panjang la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: tak tahu, kawan cik yang bagi saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*weird SN conversation goes on with mom rolling her eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...so in the end they found a size 42 (BIG DIFFERENCE) for my mom...and then comes the NEXT pissing off thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they couldnt find the damn measuring tape to measure the lubang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS RIGHT ON THE TABLE. like i pointed it out to them but by that time Weird SN had already run off with the belt and we had to wait for her to come back and finish her giggling before we could bloody leave the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGGGGGG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how high the level of productivity is in that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty hard not to feel like this although the country promotes er.intergration and all that sorta thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do love my country....OK maybe i shouldnt generalise so much. Maybe I shouldve just taken that situation in isolation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Im at odds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad fr generalising. but geee. customer service not known to you people ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah whatever. Point is, Im not going back there again when Im sleepy and irritable. I might consider going there IF im in a super good mood where NOTHING can possibly piss me off though. AND omg. who goes to shop in a place that LOUDLY ADVERTISES that they sell rip offs? Emmer Zecna. Style. Suave. Sensuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUH. at first I thought, typical la. bad spelling. BUT i passed the shop and it was of the same name. AIYOLA.give la some other name. I know you like Ermenegildo Zegna la. I also like. haiyo. but do we REALLY have to go to that extent?siiiighhh.would have taken pics but i didnt bring my cammie along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter (and less evil) notee, I got my new camera..oh wait I already said that..haha proves how happpppyyy I am about it ey;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/Rtq2N2NTQTI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/H_Z-v3vopAw/s1600-h/Photo+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/Rtq2N2NTQTI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/H_Z-v3vopAw/s320/Photo+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105593476583735602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the olympus FE 280&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/Rtq2NmNTQSI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Lt0aoTtaaf8/s1600-h/Photo+75.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/Rtq2NmNTQSI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Lt0aoTtaaf8/s320/Photo+75.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105593472288768290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the side view...and YES i do not EVER give up an opportunity to camwhore:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding the title of my post....well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.schoolgirl crush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me to know. and you to NEVER find out.teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4716806439638318713-5908244106518360510?l=blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/feeds/5908244106518360510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4716806439638318713&amp;postID=5908244106518360510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/5908244106518360510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4716806439638318713/posts/default/5908244106518360510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blueseasblueskies.blogspot.com/2007/09/do-you-believe-in-love-at-first-sightor.html' title='do you believe in love at first sight?..or do I have to walk by again?'/><author><name>-princess-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00492893164844893820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GI3Uyp6OEv8/Rtq2N2NTQTI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/H_Z-v3vopAw/s72-c/Photo+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
