<?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-810415316026333655</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:10:39.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marred Perfections</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>195</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810415316026333655.post-4318409993402611442</id><published>2009-02-14T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:43:50.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Edit: Those who know, my livejournal link was kind of screwed. I fixed it now. Sorry about the uh, inconveniences caused. (Why do I sound like a corny public sign.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't been posting. But guess what? I just did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://helloeccentric.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://helloeccentric.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh, I'm moving. I'll leave my blog here, 'cause I really cannot bear to delete all those posts. Memories, you know? 8'D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can re-link, you can not. It's entirely up to you. I know relinking is troublesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, over there, there won't be a tagboard. So comment, okay? I've allowed anonymous commenting, so you don't have to have an account. Don't leave me with 0 comments all the time. It's a sad thing, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'D And I suggest livejournal. It's waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay better than blogger. It doesn't make me want to kill it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-4318409993402611442?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/4318409993402611442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=4318409993402611442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/4318409993402611442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/4318409993402611442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-know-i-havent-been-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-5858008016782181545</id><published>2009-02-04T00:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T00:23:48.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll join Amanda in the awesomeness of Lj one day, I will. Blogger kills me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A/w, I'm eating my gruelly toasted bread with layers and layers of butter as I type this. Damn calories and whatever fat thing we learnt in Home Economics-.- Butter is way better than magarine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got our juniors today, and well, they scare me. A few of them are so good it makes me feel inferior. Which really is an irony, considering they are juniors. I'm still trying to keep my head high and uh, preserve whatever dignity I have left. I don't feel like a senior, at all. The sec2s are so not trained enough D':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But w/e, we'll work hard, YES YES WE WILL. We'll be better than those sec1s, HA. (Although I am quite proud of my "juniors" [I won't reaaaaaally call them juniors until the day I stop feeling as junior as them] because they seem to be respectful enough.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in desperate need of sleep. Friends (you know who you are), ilusm, never leave me. I'd never be able to do this w/o you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-5858008016782181545?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/5858008016782181545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=5858008016782181545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/5858008016782181545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/5858008016782181545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2009/02/ill-join-amanda-in-awesomeness-of-lj.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-1206242976701217378</id><published>2009-01-30T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T01:19:37.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh joy, I am posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday, 23rd January:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;School cny celebrations killed me. I tried, really really tried, to sit still and pay attention. I failed miserably. I sat still (to some certain extent), but I wasn't listening to anything at all. Our school's cny celebrations are an epic failure ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with Vernice and Ziting after school, and we sort of sat in an empty drama studio and talked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SYMQHA_76yI/AAAAAAAABsM/O4RSZgVvU3s/s1600-h/CIMG0642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297095299431131938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SYMQHA_76yI/AAAAAAAABsM/O4RSZgVvU3s/s400/CIMG0642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SYMVkS2LCbI/AAAAAAAABsU/miSNg1T1gVA/s1600-h/CIMG0644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297101299996363186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SYMVkS2LCbI/AAAAAAAABsU/miSNg1T1gVA/s400/CIMG0644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday, 25th January:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Church was awesome, as always. (Since when have I ever said it wasn't? :)) Cell was rather stupid and meaningless. And uh, we had a new visitor! She was Caleb's friend (more like crush, if you ask me). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was cny's eve, hence all the shops were closed so we (cell group) resorted to eating this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SYMVlou6C7I/AAAAAAAABss/PtubwYTanlM/s1600-h/CIMG0649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297101323051338674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SYMVlou6C7I/AAAAAAAABss/PtubwYTanlM/s400/CIMG0649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SYMVlyZidaI/AAAAAAAABs0/XElZGhQ94vE/s1600-h/CIMG0651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297101325646067106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SYMVlyZidaI/AAAAAAAABs0/XElZGhQ94vE/s400/CIMG0651.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Our lovely, pathetic reunion lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SYMXLSgFM7I/AAAAAAAABs8/APeaZ6fMt-4/s1600-h/CIMG0653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297103069430231986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SYMXLSgFM7I/AAAAAAAABs8/APeaZ6fMt-4/s400/CIMG0653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SYMXLrSGevI/AAAAAAAABtE/peqEATUk0uk/s1600-h/CIMG0654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297103076082481906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SYMXLrSGevI/AAAAAAAABtE/peqEATUk0uk/s400/CIMG0654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SYMXLssiL_I/AAAAAAAABtM/FE7436IrdVg/s1600-h/CIMG0656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297103076461785074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SYMXLssiL_I/AAAAAAAABtM/FE7436IrdVg/s400/CIMG0656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SYMXL71pNMI/AAAAAAAABtU/n5vOf0ArbNs/s1600-h/CIMG0659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297103080526525634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SYMXL71pNMI/AAAAAAAABtU/n5vOf0ArbNs/s400/CIMG0659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SYMXMBIJZRI/AAAAAAAABtc/3YClChFXQy8/s1600-h/CIMG0660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297103081946309906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SYMXMBIJZRI/AAAAAAAABtc/3YClChFXQy8/s400/CIMG0660.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My dad decided he'd be an hour later in coming to fetch us, so Regine and I took random photos while sitting along the corridor of max pavillion waiting for my parents, who never fail to be late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SYMZWyKSFoI/AAAAAAAABtk/0Kei4oemncc/s1600-h/CIMG0664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297105465930552962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SYMZWyKSFoI/AAAAAAAABtk/0Kei4oemncc/s400/CIMG0664.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Regine is happy with her coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SYMZXErZgFI/AAAAAAAABts/vIOLopUeoM8/s1600-h/CIMG0666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297105470901289042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SYMZXErZgFI/AAAAAAAABts/vIOLopUeoM8/s400/CIMG0666.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So am I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SYMZXYYBIsI/AAAAAAAABt0/1ij7vbOkajU/s1600-h/CIMG0667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297105476188709570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SYMZXYYBIsI/AAAAAAAABt0/1ij7vbOkajU/s400/CIMG0667.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artistic shot, by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SYMZXmO2kbI/AAAAAAAABt8/lsrtPf5fgfE/s1600-h/CIMG0668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297105479908364722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SYMZXmO2kbI/AAAAAAAABt8/lsrtPf5fgfE/s400/CIMG0668.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Non artistic shot, by Regine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297105486564543762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SYMZX_BzzRI/AAAAAAAABuE/fR0GqqXe6os/s400/CIMG0671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SYMeswgUf-I/AAAAAAAABuM/M1cnVdv3hBs/s1600-h/CIMG0675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297111341001375714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SYMeswgUf-I/AAAAAAAABuM/M1cnVdv3hBs/s400/CIMG0675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SYMetBym0PI/AAAAAAAABuU/uYYrUyNc1KI/s1600-h/CIMG0676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297111345641476338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SYMetBym0PI/AAAAAAAABuU/uYYrUyNc1KI/s400/CIMG0676.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad finally came and we went home. Had dinner later at cousin's place. Lao-ed the yu shen thingy, which consists of nothing that appeal to me except that cracker thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SYMeubYVkoI/AAAAAAAABuc/E5EmD8Ll6_s/s1600-h/CIMG0682.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SYMevV_tEfI/AAAAAAAABuk/1pAHcp6WbaQ/s1600-h/CIMG0688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297111385424859634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SYMevV_tEfI/AAAAAAAABuk/1pAHcp6WbaQ/s400/CIMG0688.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My dad. If you aren't disturbed, you aren't normal.&lt;p align="left"&gt;Nothing much happened. Gambled at Liz's house, played guitar hero, took random shots which are too ugly for the internet's eyes, and uh, just lazed around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah, I'm sure you're accustomed to my failure of an excuse: I am tired, bored, don't have time, feel like sleeping. Yada, yada. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Literature screwed up today. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-1206242976701217378?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/1206242976701217378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=1206242976701217378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/1206242976701217378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/1206242976701217378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-joy-i-am-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SYMQHA_76yI/AAAAAAAABsM/O4RSZgVvU3s/s72-c/CIMG0642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810415316026333655.post-5138140726386333606</id><published>2009-01-29T03:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T14:41:42.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, cyberspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired. All of you can forget about the 100+ photos I have overdue. I really can't be bothered to upload it now when blogger is being a bitch and I don't want to do anything except sleep for 24 hours straight. And I can't even do that tomorrow, because I have to study. I turned down going out with Nicole, Smel and Gil for that. I can't not study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, to all my friends I have hardly been talking to (&lt;strong&gt;Amanda&lt;/strong&gt;, Crystal, Siu Ming, Jane, Venetia), I miss you all so much. AMANDA. WHY AREN'T YOU MY PARTNER ANYMORE ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU, LD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit at 2:36 pm:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are people so kiasu. It kills me, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why people have to have 70 over posts in the Geography forum. It doesn't matter if the posts are substantial and well, have some sort of sense in them, or at least a small measure of interest, but they don't. And hello, this is only the second day. Wth is up with all that non-stop posting? You either repeat what has already been said (LIKE HELLO, THE STOP AT TWO POLICY HAS ALREADY BEEN MENTIONED, IF YOU HAVEN'T NOTICED) or you just copy and paste one whole lot of wikipedia or whatever website jargon and expect people to read and reply to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I haven't posted (because edulearn isn't allowing me to). And I am not claiming to have perfectly interesting posts, but really. 70 posts altogether on the second day is just... overboard. This happened last year with the History forum too. The whole flooding thing makes this whole forum thing a whole lot less enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. (I'm sorry if I'm being a bitch, but tell me you don't feel this way.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-5138140726386333606?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/5138140726386333606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=5138140726386333606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/5138140726386333606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/5138140726386333606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-cyberspace.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-3634364991365205450</id><published>2009-01-23T21:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T21:32:23.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my-good for nothing-self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inadequacy is nauseating. Reality slaps you in the face and makes you wonder what the hell just happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really. &lt;em&gt;What the hell just happened&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-3634364991365205450?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/3634364991365205450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=3634364991365205450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/3634364991365205450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/3634364991365205450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2009/01/whatever.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-7571907487147378937</id><published>2009-01-22T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:10:08.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is such a tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screwed up emotionally. I cannot comprehend what happened, although I think debate h2h kick-started it. Stress is getting the better of us Sec 2s. Everyone is so stressed up it's just been a crazy time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so, I love you, Vk, Esther, Bernadette. We'll work hard together, we will. Academically wise and debate wise. We'll make our sndebate proud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-7571907487147378937?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/7571907487147378937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=7571907487147378937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/7571907487147378937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/7571907487147378937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-is-such-tiring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-1459036022692607560</id><published>2009-01-19T19:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T20:12:21.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;To all the people who have been awesome, thoughtful, lovely friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 Faith 09:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SXRpReIRLmI/AAAAAAAABoc/4ZgnngXDKjI/s1600-h/CIMG05991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292971210933612130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SXRpReIRLmI/AAAAAAAABoc/4ZgnngXDKjI/s400/CIMG05991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the card, and the song in the morning. Claire, you're awesome - you made it, right? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lau Qian Ying:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SXRpRlJxfYI/AAAAAAAABok/cvpapV8o2kQ/s1600-h/CIMG0601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292971212818972034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SXRpRlJxfYI/AAAAAAAABok/cvpapV8o2kQ/s400/CIMG0601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you love me, lah :D It's okay, I love you too. Study hard next year okay, don't fail French again. I love you tonnnnnnnnnnnns (you don't know how much). J'AIME JANE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jenn:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SXRpR6jynAI/AAAAAAAABos/iAWXniY_ycw/s1600-h/CIMG0602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292971218565241858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SXRpR6jynAI/AAAAAAAABos/iAWXniY_ycw/s400/CIMG0602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, partner (: ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY BEST FRIEND:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SXRpSIi3_wI/AAAAAAAABo0/TLwoncmSEUc/s1600-h/CIMG0606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292971222319496962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SXRpSIi3_wI/AAAAAAAABo0/TLwoncmSEUc/s400/CIMG0606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love for you is stronger than Key's for Onew. As strong as Yunho's for Jaejoong's. That's a lot, if you didn't realise :D (My "thank you" for you is the shortest, because my one sentence already contains a lot.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Venetia Kok:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SXRpSr5esiI/AAAAAAAABo8/gNOt4brnLhU/s1600-h/CIMG0608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292971231809548834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SXRpSr5esiI/AAAAAAAABo8/gNOt4brnLhU/s400/CIMG0608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;_; Touched like shit. Thanks for staying up until 12 just to write those for me. I won't throw those away. You're so idiotic sometimes, but that's what's best about you. I love you so freaking much ♥ 私は愛する&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cell:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SXRtzfn2ooI/AAAAAAAABpE/bWqW9MmfJNI/s1600-h/CIMG0621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292976193496588930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SXRtzfn2ooI/AAAAAAAABpE/bWqW9MmfJNI/s400/CIMG0621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SXRtz-sr1qI/AAAAAAAABpM/kl4WPQhkiIE/s1600-h/CIMG0618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292976201838352034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SXRtz-sr1qI/AAAAAAAABpM/kl4WPQhkiIE/s400/CIMG0618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SXRt0cvfk5I/AAAAAAAABpc/_Yyjl7ACWKo/s1600-h/CIMG0620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292976209903195026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SXRt0cvfk5I/AAAAAAAABpc/_Yyjl7ACWKo/s400/CIMG0620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lianne&lt;/em&gt;: You're one of the most important people in my life. I love you with all my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse&lt;/em&gt;: We grew up liking Rainie Yang, Mike He ...etc together, and I'll never forget those times we stayed up 'till wee hours talking on msn and watching videos together. I love you ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deborah&lt;/em&gt;: I knew you this year, didn't I? It feels like forever (: I love you to the max. Come over to my place more often okay, during the holidays. Let's work hard together this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sarah&lt;/em&gt;: I'm so glad Esse brought you into our cell. You're one of us now (: We'll be together forever, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carissa&lt;/em&gt;: Thank you honey, for silently being one of my closest friends. I love you tons okay, sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Regine&lt;/em&gt;: You won't see this, but I appreciate you so much. Wonder what I'd do without you ♥ Friends for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amanda Wong&lt;/em&gt;: Thank you for your present, dear (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LD:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SXRxIgF-D2I/AAAAAAAABpk/auJH47lds28/s1600-h/CIMG0609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292979852935040866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SXRxIgF-D2I/AAAAAAAABpk/auJH47lds28/s400/CIMG0609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amanda:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SXRxI-l9pFI/AAAAAAAABps/QReaoMwLkAo/s1600-h/CIMG0610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292979861122294866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SXRxI-l9pFI/AAAAAAAABps/QReaoMwLkAo/s400/CIMG0610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SXRxJOG5HiI/AAAAAAAABp0/ufLDqFBoxZ4/s1600-h/CIMG06031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292979865286942242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SXRxJOG5HiI/AAAAAAAABp0/ufLDqFBoxZ4/s400/CIMG06031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a riddle: What's 9083248907435098720957x bigger than you? MY LOVE FOR YOU. (Epic fail ;_;) God only knows how much I love you. More than DBSK (this is an extremely dangerous thing to say). Stay short, 'cause I like you that way. I love you to death ♥ I mean it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vernice:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SXRxJStWdCI/AAAAAAAABp8/FFlATyvIQsE/s1600-h/CIMG0613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292979866521990178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SXRxJStWdCI/AAAAAAAABp8/FFlATyvIQsE/s400/CIMG0613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;I love you, with all my heart mind and soul (:D) You know that, right? Your letter thingy made me cry. I love you so much. I don't know what to say except: ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ I love you for everything that you are. I don't know what I'd ever do without you. Let's work hard together! We can do it, okay? Ilu. &lt;em&gt;Forever, let's walk together. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ziting:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SXRxJlWDBNI/AAAAAAAABqE/kIb3AO_8n5E/s1600-h/CIMG0614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292979871524521170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SXRxJlWDBNI/AAAAAAAABqE/kIb3AO_8n5E/s400/CIMG0614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wish there could be more ways to say I love you, so I'd sound more sincere. But I do (love you), anyway. More than I can say, more than you'd know. Thank you for being the only one there for me for so manyt imes. I'd do for you twice what you'd do for me, you know that right? ♥ You make my previously mundane life so much brighter. I love you, I really do. We'll be friends until 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crystal:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SXR27sock-I/AAAAAAAABqM/xiNPSpUSurg/s1600-h/CIMG0617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292986230032339938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SXR27sock-I/AAAAAAAABqM/xiNPSpUSurg/s400/CIMG0617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SXR28Yye7FI/AAAAAAAABqk/px_D213biFU/s1600-h/CIMG0607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292986241885596754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SXR28Yye7FI/AAAAAAAABqk/px_D213biFU/s400/CIMG0607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE ONE AWESOME FRIEND. Like you said, I wasn't close to you in the beginning of the year (how stupid), but towards the end, we became really close, and I love you to death now. Stay pretty okay, darling. WE'LL HAVE MANY MORE CRAZY PINKY HAPPY MOMENTS TOGETHER. Ilusfm. ♥ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To all the rest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. I read through every single one, laughed and smiled through every single one, and felt your love through every single one. Everyone means so much to me, and I wish I could name you guys down. Those who aren't close to me, thank you for taking the time to write anyway. Those who are, I love you, thank you. Especially my debators: I love you to the end. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SXR270smUNI/AAAAAAAABqU/m9NNo1rBlo0/s1600-h/CIMG0612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292986232197238994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SXR270smUNI/AAAAAAAABqU/m9NNo1rBlo0/s400/CIMG0612.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favourite part of the book. They wrote how my boyfriend should be like. YUNHO-LIKE! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SXR28EfXOlI/AAAAAAAABqc/vk5JbVh6tho/s1600-h/CIMG0615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292986236436691538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SXR28EfXOlI/AAAAAAAABqc/vk5JbVh6tho/s400/CIMG0615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ELDDS is a life-changer. I love you all with all my being. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A big thank you to all other people who has wished me a happy birthday. It was a very happy one. Thank you, Amanda, Ziting, Vernice for the cake. I wish I could do more to tell you how much I appreciate it, or how much I love you. But I can't. Just know that I love you three more than I can ever say. &lt;/p&gt;♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;20th January 8:08pm Edit:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melanie:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I LIKE YOUR CARD, THANKS. And no, I totally appreciated your message left on msn - I copied and saved it on Word Doc (: I LOVE YOU SUPER SUPER ALOT TOO ♥ I was practising how to write "Saranghaeyo" when I received your card :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esther:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAHAH ILU. We'll trash XX together. If possible, during our under 14 competition :D LET'S JY TOGETHER. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-1459036022692607560?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/1459036022692607560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=1459036022692607560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/1459036022692607560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/1459036022692607560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-all-people-who-have-been-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SXRpReIRLmI/AAAAAAAABoc/4ZgnngXDKjI/s72-c/CIMG05991.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810415316026333655.post-7216848617288942638</id><published>2009-01-09T18:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T19:01:30.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi darlings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog when I become free. Blogger sucks, so I'll have to use Photobucket. I'm happy and loving school now. My classroom is awesome. So are my teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted, though. Really exhausted. I think I'm coming down with something - I'm not sure what. I'll go drink herbal tea and go sleep it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA fair tomorrow! Smart people join Debate :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-7216848617288942638?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/7216848617288942638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=7216848617288942638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/7216848617288942638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/7216848617288942638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2009/01/hi-darlings.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-332117299956064269</id><published>2009-01-05T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T22:30:28.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;I have millions of things to blog about (and trillions of pictures to upload), but I hardly have time. There's so much I need to do! Revise French, debate reading, homework (I haven't done Science) and all those undone stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to read D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I wish I had more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note, I hate it when people go all proud about Jaeho fans being converted into Yoosu fans. Whatever okay, I don't give a shit. Just go away and don't come and boast about it. I am a Jaeho fan. So deal with it D&lt; &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-332117299956064269?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/332117299956064269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=332117299956064269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/332117299956064269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/332117299956064269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-millions-of-things-to-blog-about.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-7488895137458194167</id><published>2009-01-01T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:38:01.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday, 31st December, 2008:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is Jehovah Jireh. He is strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I will run to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not by might, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not by power, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But by the spirit of God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youthnet countdown party was awesome. Had a great time worshipping the Lord before the year came to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deborah came over early in the morning, and we played Sims all the way 'till approximately 5 when we left to meet Esse at Toa Payoh bus interchange. Took a straight bus all the way down to Marine Parade and met the rest of the cell there to have dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner involved singing Pochahontas, Kfc, and noise. Yvonne joined us for dinner, too, and she was dressed up in her secondary school uni (since the party theme was occupations) and she camouflaged amazingly with us as Secondary Ones, so much that my mother was surprised when I showed her Yvonne's picture and told her she was 21 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to borders afterward, and Lianne's dumb "put a banana in your ear, in your ear!" song totally infected me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzQmsj3sfI/AAAAAAAABho/gagQ_pYR8pQ/s1600-h/CIMG0375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286329425841336818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzQmsj3sfI/AAAAAAAABho/gagQ_pYR8pQ/s400/CIMG0375.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Identical! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzQmyX0O3I/AAAAAAAABhw/iR4PuOvAZXA/s1600-h/CIMG0376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286329427401390962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzQmyX0O3I/AAAAAAAABhw/iR4PuOvAZXA/s400/CIMG0376.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We're all in school uniforms, except Deborah, who absent mindedly forgot to bring hers over to my place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzQnLTx_9I/AAAAAAAABh4/MPwpR97cz7g/s1600-h/CIMG0377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286329434095353810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzQnLTx_9I/AAAAAAAABh4/MPwpR97cz7g/s400/CIMG0377.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lianne and Melody says: "PUT A BANANA IS YOUR EAR!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No, I don't know me, either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzQnkv86bI/AAAAAAAABiA/uEL2Jq4JULE/s1600-h/CIMG0378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286329440924395954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzQnkv86bI/AAAAAAAABiA/uEL2Jq4JULE/s400/CIMG0378.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is such an awesome picture. But stupid me just had to close my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Pssssst. Spot Yvonne. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzQn9JBA5I/AAAAAAAABiI/Kgb_g8YuuRI/s1600-h/CIMG0381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286329447471973266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzQn9JBA5I/AAAAAAAABiI/Kgb_g8YuuRI/s400/CIMG0381.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YVONNE (and Lianne). She doesn't look like 21, right right?!?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Halfway through the phototaking, I randomly informed my cell members that I really had no idea how to take pictures of myself with the camera (fine, I know how to do so using my handphone, but somehow I constantly cannot take a proper picture of myself and whoever taking with me with the camera. We'll probably lose half of our heads or our eyes will be cut off) so they started one by one teaching me (since I assume they are all pros at it).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My 39893427520987th attempt:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzTiP5NDdI/AAAAAAAABiQ/dZNOZN-EpsI/s1600-h/CIMG0382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286332647961595346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzTiP5NDdI/AAAAAAAABiQ/dZNOZN-EpsI/s400/CIMG0382.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I end up laughing-,- Wonderful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzTiZtm_DI/AAAAAAAABiY/AkGmclDNA5A/s1600-h/CIMG0383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286332650597317682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzTiZtm_DI/AAAAAAAABiY/AkGmclDNA5A/s400/CIMG0383.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uh. Not so bad lah, huh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286332652673851554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzTihcsYKI/AAAAAAAABig/tATMav0HVEQ/s400/CIMG0385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzTjHzR2-I/AAAAAAAABio/3_NiQX8oN5k/s1600-h/CIMG0386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286332662969129954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzTjHzR2-I/AAAAAAAABio/3_NiQX8oN5k/s400/CIMG0386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Walked to TC afterward :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzTjf1Tj3I/AAAAAAAABiw/zul2E7NS79U/s1600-h/CIMG0387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286332669420081010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzTjf1Tj3I/AAAAAAAABiw/zul2E7NS79U/s400/CIMG0387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzWjCJncCI/AAAAAAAABi4/e37nbEQX3o4/s1600-h/CIMG0388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286335959987089442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzWjCJncCI/AAAAAAAABi4/e37nbEQX3o4/s400/CIMG0388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzWjd2N9AI/AAAAAAAABjA/A9QAsownW-s/s1600-h/CIMG0389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286335967421920258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzWjd2N9AI/AAAAAAAABjA/A9QAsownW-s/s400/CIMG0389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzWjgIpc3I/AAAAAAAABjI/sHrB-sHPP2c/s1600-h/CIMG0390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286335968036090738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzWjgIpc3I/AAAAAAAABjI/sHrB-sHPP2c/s400/CIMG0390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzWjyT3llI/AAAAAAAABjQ/N4hb6Sko--Y/s1600-h/CIMG0391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286335972914992722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzWjyT3llI/AAAAAAAABjQ/N4hb6Sko--Y/s400/CIMG0391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Octopus fail shot.&lt;br /&gt;And aw. I missed the Octopus. (TC is where our church used to be last time) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzWkZJNxkI/AAAAAAAABjY/WFcP53gzRLg/s1600-h/CIMG0392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286335983339292226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzWkZJNxkI/AAAAAAAABjY/WFcP53gzRLg/s400/CIMG0392.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzbXSEzhKI/AAAAAAAABkI/A3siD7aQ4x8/s1600-h/CIMG0393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286341255661585570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzbXSEzhKI/AAAAAAAABkI/A3siD7aQ4x8/s400/CIMG0393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzbX993kNI/AAAAAAAABkQ/LUQnwXTDiK4/s1600-h/CIMG0394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286341267443650770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzbX993kNI/AAAAAAAABkQ/LUQnwXTDiK4/s400/CIMG0394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzbYIlIURI/AAAAAAAABkY/YIdRqMuvbYs/s1600-h/CIMG0395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286341270292680978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzbYIlIURI/AAAAAAAABkY/YIdRqMuvbYs/s400/CIMG0395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzbZCRVIZI/AAAAAAAABkg/FC8yVCmA-mk/s1600-h/CIMG0396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286341285778891154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzbZCRVIZI/AAAAAAAABkg/FC8yVCmA-mk/s400/CIMG0396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzbZuD8CDI/AAAAAAAABko/y2psA0wNg0c/s1600-h/CIMG0397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286341297533880370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzbZuD8CDI/AAAAAAAABko/y2psA0wNg0c/s400/CIMG0397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286342710371267458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzcr9Sns4I/AAAAAAAABkw/rHXtJNpdSOE/s400/CIMG0398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Worship, as I've already mentioned, was awesome. And during the countdown, it was all confetti, jumping, screaming, (scary) balloons, pictures, and echos of well wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzctcLQrxI/AAAAAAAABlI/S5BSlbYM__I/s1600-h/CIMG0403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286342735841767186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzctcLQrxI/AAAAAAAABlI/S5BSlbYM__I/s400/CIMG0403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzctsUYoiI/AAAAAAAABlQ/ijDdhBAwJhE/s1600-h/CIMG0404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286342740175004194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzctsUYoiI/AAAAAAAABlQ/ijDdhBAwJhE/s400/CIMG0404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzeBtDS9qI/AAAAAAAABlc/zc2JA5Ki7K0/s1600-h/CIMG0405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286344183480776354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzeBtDS9qI/AAAAAAAABlc/zc2JA5Ki7K0/s400/CIMG0405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzeCKm9QrI/AAAAAAAABlk/6SRRmP-36_g/s1600-h/CIMG0406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286344191414977202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzeCKm9QrI/AAAAAAAABlk/6SRRmP-36_g/s400/CIMG0406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sarah looks so demure and sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzeCvv66XI/AAAAAAAABls/ReWWw4dq_MA/s1600-h/CIMG0407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286344201384683890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzeCvv66XI/AAAAAAAABls/ReWWw4dq_MA/s400/CIMG0407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzeC2jBllI/AAAAAAAABl0/5jGrcrUf_J8/s1600-h/CIMG0408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286344203209643602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzeC2jBllI/AAAAAAAABl0/5jGrcrUf_J8/s400/CIMG0408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzeDbst_DI/AAAAAAAABl8/0ViL9vL7ReQ/s1600-h/CIMG0409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286344213182413874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzeDbst_DI/AAAAAAAABl8/0ViL9vL7ReQ/s400/CIMG0409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzfBuHWYKI/AAAAAAAABmE/UKHiQQrGML0/s1600-h/CIMG0410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286345283277840546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzfBuHWYKI/AAAAAAAABmE/UKHiQQrGML0/s400/CIMG0410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzfCAWSYTI/AAAAAAAABmM/qrYTbZVNEus/s1600-h/CIMG0411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286345288172331314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzfCAWSYTI/AAAAAAAABmM/qrYTbZVNEus/s400/CIMG0411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzfCsH7DgI/AAAAAAAABmU/oDLvuqjjeYM/s1600-h/CIMG0412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286345299923242498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzfCsH7DgI/AAAAAAAABmU/oDLvuqjjeYM/s400/CIMG0412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzfCuY6hKI/AAAAAAAABmc/-hcDcHSjqDg/s1600-h/CIMG0413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286345300531381410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzfCuY6hKI/AAAAAAAABmc/-hcDcHSjqDg/s400/CIMG0413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzfCxHlU6I/AAAAAAAABmk/5cKprGZE-d8/s1600-h/CIMG0414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286345301263995810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzfCxHlU6I/AAAAAAAABmk/5cKprGZE-d8/s400/CIMG0414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deborah came back with me to sleep over at my place :D It was fun. We slept at 5? Played random stupid games on the computer like iSketch and Sims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzgEqp4i4I/AAAAAAAABms/gRle1t9h1yc/s1600-h/CIMG0415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286346433400179586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzgEqp4i4I/AAAAAAAABms/gRle1t9h1yc/s400/CIMG0415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blurry shot. I was trying out my newly-learnt phototaking skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzgE5oyQ3I/AAAAAAAABm0/AI_urPsrbo4/s1600-h/CIMG0416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286346437422105458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzgE5oyQ3I/AAAAAAAABm0/AI_urPsrbo4/s400/CIMG0416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, 1st January, 2008:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Deborah left, around late morning, about an hour after I woke up. Dad called me up to tell me we were going to Regine's house for Raden's birthday party, and I was totally reluctant, because that meant Deborah had to leave earlier and it also meant I couldn't sleep longer. I was kinda pissed actually, and didn't really want to go. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But of course, I went anyway. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Regine's cousins were there, and I was forced (literally) to join them in their games and whatnot and it was freaky, because I am an outsider whilst they are all family. And it sucks because obviously, Regine couldn't care less about me and just wanted to play with her cousins. Not that I blame her. But I got along quite alright, I suppose. Although I wish never for this to happen ever again. Awkward.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I was happy when we left.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I was so tired (considering I slept at 5) that once I reached home, I immediately went to sleep, and was woken up 2 hours later when Elizabeth came to wake me up, because my aunt was here. Apparently they are having some barbeque at my place. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yadah, yadah. Nothing much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OH, but I'm watching Bolt tomorrow after school though. Happy (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzgFWdmn8I/AAAAAAAABm8/YXxDq8Anw44/s1600-h/CIMG0422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286346445159833538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzgFWdmn8I/AAAAAAAABm8/YXxDq8Anw44/s400/CIMG0422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tired eye bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzgGGw2B7I/AAAAAAAABnE/3mr9sfW_d_g/s1600-h/CIMG0423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286346458125436850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzgGGw2B7I/AAAAAAAABnE/3mr9sfW_d_g/s400/CIMG0423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some girl told Richard (Elizabeth's brother) she'd turn lesbian for my cousin. I'm not surprised, actually :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzgGRe4N_I/AAAAAAAABnM/zH3Dr8UCX-s/s1600-h/CIMG0425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286346461002872818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzgGRe4N_I/AAAAAAAABnM/zH3Dr8UCX-s/s400/CIMG0425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Look at the skin tones! I'm the darker one, obviously. And I'm not exactly tan either, so you can probably tell how fair my cousin is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzi0vqzGqI/AAAAAAAABnU/IjgNFjAdKMM/s1600-h/CIMG0430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286349458403170978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzi0vqzGqI/AAAAAAAABnU/IjgNFjAdKMM/s400/CIMG0430.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Liz says it's geek at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Okay, okay. I finally finished posting! And I know my posts lately are deviating from standard, but I don't have time. Plus, the though of uploading pictures on Blogger turns me off. I hate you blogger. I really do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;School starts tomorrow! Kind of nervous, yet excited. Gg sleep, goodnight!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-7488895137458194167?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/7488895137458194167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=7488895137458194167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/7488895137458194167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/7488895137458194167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2009/01/wednesday-31st-december-2008-god-is.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVzQmsj3sfI/AAAAAAAABho/gagQ_pYR8pQ/s72-c/CIMG0375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810415316026333655.post-7907345671764707503</id><published>2008-12-31T17:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T02:04:20.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Customary sentimental new year post is here. Say hello. It'll come only once every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how this is so cliché because everybody does it, but I have what I want to say, to say. Deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how it seems like this happens every year, but time just... &lt;em&gt;flies&lt;/em&gt;. It really does. I don't know where to start because there are so many things to say, and so much happened. Failed friendships, disappointments, setbacks, stress, and friendships that stay on, stronger than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many disappointments this year, I think I lost track. The times when I worked so hard, but &lt;em&gt;I just didn't get it,&lt;/em&gt; the times when people disappoint me, the times when I disappoint myself. Honestly, disappointments suck. It's nauseating, repulsive, irking, and just makes you want to kill yourself. But these times are the times that I realise, &lt;em&gt;God never disappoints&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was so much stress this year that was carried over from the ugly stain of my PSLE results. Trying to please people is just &lt;em&gt;so tiring&lt;/em&gt;. Whether it is my parents, myself, or my friends, it is exhausting. The whole concept called "future" just scares me and makes me want to run. From what, I don't know. &lt;em&gt;But the joy of the Lord is my strength, and he is my assurance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurt was so apparent this year, too. My friends (even the closest ones), my parents, everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet there are so many happy things that occured, and so many people and friendships I am so thankful for. I love you, all my best/good friends (you know who you are) &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt;, so much, okay? You guys are my personal miracles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just like that, the new year starts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-7907345671764707503?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/7907345671764707503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=7907345671764707503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/7907345671764707503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/7907345671764707503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/12/customary-sentimental-new-year-post-is.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-2859311083604936413</id><published>2008-12-30T18:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T19:31:09.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ld Camp Day 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome! Uh, it was waaay shorter than the previous day (I think it only lasted for 3 hours?) because we were only there to do preparations for CCA Fair. Somehow today made me more glad than ever I am in Debate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out for lunch with the drama girls, which we had in Mcdonalds (ugh, I didn't eat that though. Ate some sausage prata thingom). Vernice and Ziting came over to my place afterward, and we had so much fun blasting (suju, dbsk, big bang, wonder girls ...etc) music and dancing around retardedly. Ziting can totally dance the whole of Haengbok and Vernice, Nobody. I was trying to learn So Hot, and I managed the first few seconds of it, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Vernice and Ziting. We should go to Ziting's someday, together with Amanda and the rest of the Ld people :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285532046999641378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVn7ZI5bXSI/AAAAAAAABfI/xECDX3TX_zU/s400/CIMG0345.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Little kids, you need parental guidance to view this unsightly (and extremely exposing) picture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVn7Zk-jZUI/AAAAAAAABfQ/qBp_vh-pJQw/s1600-h/CIMG0349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285532054537332034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVn7Zk-jZUI/AAAAAAAABfQ/qBp_vh-pJQw/s400/CIMG0349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVn7Z5Ti8hI/AAAAAAAABfY/oGLTYwpUwD0/s1600-h/CIMG0350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285532059994092050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVn7Z5Ti8hI/AAAAAAAABfY/oGLTYwpUwD0/s400/CIMG0350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVn7aQvNW4I/AAAAAAAABfg/eoI780TYd9Y/s1600-h/CIMG0352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285532066284133250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVn7aQvNW4I/AAAAAAAABfg/eoI780TYd9Y/s400/CIMG0352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVn7aq3_lvI/AAAAAAAABfo/8vs7UOVZHxc/s1600-h/CIMG0357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285532073300301554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVn7aq3_lvI/AAAAAAAABfo/8vs7UOVZHxc/s400/CIMG0357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVoDbwYyS9I/AAAAAAAABfw/GUkLDwvNklM/s1600-h/CIMG0358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285540888052911058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVoDbwYyS9I/AAAAAAAABfw/GUkLDwvNklM/s400/CIMG0358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVoDcCKYN1I/AAAAAAAABf4/g0dOaVF_RpM/s1600-h/CIMG0359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285540892824319826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVoDcCKYN1I/AAAAAAAABf4/g0dOaVF_RpM/s400/CIMG0359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVoDc0nurSI/AAAAAAAABgA/9ub_cqTIdws/s1600-h/CIMG0360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285540906369199394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVoDc0nurSI/AAAAAAAABgA/9ub_cqTIdws/s400/CIMG0360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVoDdf2y9yI/AAAAAAAABgI/-6uyM6xAONw/s1600-h/CIMG0361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285540917975119650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVoDdf2y9yI/AAAAAAAABgI/-6uyM6xAONw/s400/CIMG0361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVoDdqgfgaI/AAAAAAAABgQ/siGG-I5kckg/s1600-h/CIMG0362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285540920834359714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVoDdqgfgaI/AAAAAAAABgQ/siGG-I5kckg/s400/CIMG0362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVoEVnBGc2I/AAAAAAAABgY/4BAgvYt6esA/s1600-h/CIMG0363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285541881970062178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVoEVnBGc2I/AAAAAAAABgY/4BAgvYt6esA/s400/CIMG0363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVoEWJl0zyI/AAAAAAAABgg/-n86K5oq9wE/s1600-h/CIMG0364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285541891250900770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVoEWJl0zyI/AAAAAAAABgg/-n86K5oq9wE/s400/CIMG0364.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is seriously wallpaper worthy, but the sizing is screwed and the picture will look overly fat on my 24" screen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVoEWT4ZBMI/AAAAAAAABgo/MItJ8wXd_h8/s1600-h/CIMG0365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285541894013125826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVoEWT4ZBMI/AAAAAAAABgo/MItJ8wXd_h8/s400/CIMG0365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVoEWryo8yI/AAAAAAAABgw/VFcgizAoUrw/s1600-h/CIMG0366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285541900431455010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVoEWryo8yI/AAAAAAAABgw/VFcgizAoUrw/s400/CIMG0366.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My wall is awesome and photogenic. And awesome :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVoEW9migTI/AAAAAAAABg4/IQnQeTMcOno/s1600-h/CIMG0373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285541905212539186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVoEW9migTI/AAAAAAAABg4/IQnQeTMcOno/s400/CIMG0373.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I realised I haven't finished yesterday's newspaper (because I fell asleep halfway), so I panicky started reading while Zit and Verny were here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I really don't like newspapers. Really. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;PS: Thanks Ziting, for being there to listen. You mean so much to me (:&lt;br /&gt;PPS: Sorry, Amanda!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It hurts, but I'm stronger.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Firstly, go away. Secondly, I don't have a boyfriend (never will have one now) and this is not because of him/she/it. Thirdly, don't be stupid, &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;.) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-2859311083604936413?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/2859311083604936413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=2859311083604936413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/2859311083604936413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/2859311083604936413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/12/ld-camp-day-2-it-was-awesome-uh-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVn7ZI5bXSI/AAAAAAAABfI/xECDX3TX_zU/s72-c/CIMG0345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810415316026333655.post-362236748202281890</id><published>2008-12-29T19:41:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T00:09:12.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday, 25th December:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many guests who came over, I was sure my mouth was going to cramp from all the polite smiles I was obliged to give. Annoying, because I hardly know half of them. And answering the same questions repeatedly like "how old are you", and "what school are you from" was not exactly the thing I wanted to do on Christmas day, God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for my Ah Yi's family though. They were probably the only family out of the five I knew (well) there, ugh. There wasn't much done on Christmas, but I was attempting to be happy the entire day because it's Jesus' birthday! It's something worth celebrating and smiling over (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my aunt brought my baby boy cousin, Leroy (pronounced LEE-ROY) and he's adorable to a fault, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjCf1-6ppI/AAAAAAAABUg/RGrdt8fV7vg/s1600-h/CIMG0206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285188015041980050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjCf1-6ppI/AAAAAAAABUg/RGrdt8fV7vg/s400/CIMG0206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjCgSJyCII/AAAAAAAABUo/Bb-PryqOpvE/s1600-h/CIMG0229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285188022603745410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjCgSJyCII/AAAAAAAABUo/Bb-PryqOpvE/s400/CIMG0229.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, I want a baby too; Megan was &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; this lovable D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday, 27th December:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;BBQ at Nicole's house. It was awesome! Had much fun, really - thanks, cole, for inviting :D Although I felt totally lost 'cause well, they were all going on about SHINee and I don't know much about them (but, I've decided to go find out. I'm going to watch SHINee videos and stuff *determined face*). Coley, you should be touched.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Gilaine gave us cute bowls with toys from Ikea :D Mine was a yellow bowl with an elephant toy (!!!):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjGYk6WAbI/AAAAAAAABUw/_rIe6fAlUAQ/s1600-h/CIMG0241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285192288246825394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjGYk6WAbI/AAAAAAAABUw/_rIe6fAlUAQ/s400/CIMG0241.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;♥&lt;/p&gt;Talked quite a bit (right, no - alot) at Cole's dining table and I snapped random photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjGY0Y8a1I/AAAAAAAABU4/QwQn1Y26leI/s1600-h/CIMG0242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285192292401703762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjGY0Y8a1I/AAAAAAAABU4/QwQn1Y26leI/s400/CIMG0242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjGZChi48I/AAAAAAAABVA/6mff7UW45u8/s1600-h/CIMG0243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285192296195875778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjGZChi48I/AAAAAAAABVA/6mff7UW45u8/s400/CIMG0243.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cole's cat! It's a male. It's called Miu Miu, I think? It has scary marble-like eyes, and this was the furthest I dared go toward the cat to take a picture (which obviously, is not very near).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had spaghetti for dinner, together with a few other barbequed food. Talked a bit more before we decided to go to the playground. Cole's mum gave us light sticks to bring along, and on the way out, I noticed this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjGZW5lp4I/AAAAAAAABVI/pxtY4ibQd7Q/s1600-h/CIMG0245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285192301665429378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjGZW5lp4I/AAAAAAAABVI/pxtY4ibQd7Q/s400/CIMG0245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's a motorcycle! Not only that, it's yellow! (Have you noticed my affinity for the colour yellow yet?) Apparently her dad rides a motorbike. He even has too, but because I am yellow-biased, I took only the yellow bike :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right, so. We went to the playground, and I took random photos. Yes, &lt;em&gt;again. &lt;/em&gt;Eh, it is actually extremely time consuming to upload photos okay! Because blogger is a total ass and uploads photos like a snail-,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjMBZSPT1I/AAAAAAAABVY/2xWs3YIH-HA/s1600-h/CIMG0247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285198487058599762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjMBZSPT1I/AAAAAAAABVY/2xWs3YIH-HA/s400/CIMG0247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjMBlPk_aI/AAAAAAAABVg/xPv9GqptnIM/s1600-h/CIMG0248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285198490268663202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjMBlPk_aI/AAAAAAAABVg/xPv9GqptnIM/s400/CIMG0248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjMCB85j4I/AAAAAAAABVo/6dhlMer4xVw/s1600-h/CIMG0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285198497974947714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjMCB85j4I/AAAAAAAABVo/6dhlMer4xVw/s400/CIMG0249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjMCRPtFoI/AAAAAAAABVw/2fZoqVgu_9U/s1600-h/CIMG0251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285198502080353922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjMCRPtFoI/AAAAAAAABVw/2fZoqVgu_9U/s400/CIMG0251.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like lights.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjMCgT0gnI/AAAAAAAABV4/Rcl1-SmjeVE/s1600-h/CIMG0252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285198506124149362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjMCgT0gnI/AAAAAAAABV4/Rcl1-SmjeVE/s400/CIMG0252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjQMRr-1FI/AAAAAAAABWA/JryzvknFHYU/s1600-h/CIMG0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285203072044160082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjQMRr-1FI/AAAAAAAABWA/JryzvknFHYU/s400/CIMG0254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjQM06utRI/AAAAAAAABWI/mwzLIfCb8n8/s1600-h/CIMG0256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285203081501259026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjQM06utRI/AAAAAAAABWI/mwzLIfCb8n8/s400/CIMG0256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjQNITcUKI/AAAAAAAABWQ/D-8sPpmAbgY/s1600-h/CIMG0258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285203086705184930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjQNITcUKI/AAAAAAAABWQ/D-8sPpmAbgY/s400/CIMG0258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjQNbZEZfI/AAAAAAAABWY/j40yk4mmhGI/s1600-h/CIMG0259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285203091829057010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjQNbZEZfI/AAAAAAAABWY/j40yk4mmhGI/s400/CIMG0259.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Smelly was doing gymnastics around the playground, LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjQN1As1YI/AAAAAAAABWg/yKaWrt0MIoY/s1600-h/CIMG0261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285203098706171266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjQN1As1YI/AAAAAAAABWg/yKaWrt0MIoY/s400/CIMG0261.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Best friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjRtp7tq-I/AAAAAAAABWo/8ON176sViXQ/s1600-h/CIMG0263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285204744999906274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjRtp7tq-I/AAAAAAAABWo/8ON176sViXQ/s400/CIMG0263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjRtwmmzII/AAAAAAAABWw/ISXGtyqKz0g/s1600-h/CIMG0264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285204746790423682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjRtwmmzII/AAAAAAAABWw/ISXGtyqKz0g/s400/CIMG0264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjRuQjjrzI/AAAAAAAABW4/dsDWuKziwd8/s1600-h/CIMG0265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285204755367571250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjRuQjjrzI/AAAAAAAABW4/dsDWuKziwd8/s400/CIMG0265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjRvAFA4QI/AAAAAAAABXA/8_SgJgU6Ljs/s1600-h/CIMG0266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285204768124363010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjRvAFA4QI/AAAAAAAABXA/8_SgJgU6Ljs/s400/CIMG0266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjRvqJ-HRI/AAAAAAAABXI/tCgfLv7cq4w/s1600-h/CIMG0267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285204779419442450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjRvqJ-HRI/AAAAAAAABXI/tCgfLv7cq4w/s400/CIMG0267.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another pair of best friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjS9cAjSaI/AAAAAAAABXQ/NY95Bswbk_s/s1600-h/CIMG0269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285206115651635618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjS9cAjSaI/AAAAAAAABXQ/NY95Bswbk_s/s400/CIMG0269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjS9pMs41I/AAAAAAAABXY/FsZmbCjMED8/s1600-h/CIMG0271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285206119192257362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjS9pMs41I/AAAAAAAABXY/FsZmbCjMED8/s400/CIMG0271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjS96tdkvI/AAAAAAAABXg/kEcL4tIfjP4/s1600-h/CIMG0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285206123893068530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjS96tdkvI/AAAAAAAABXg/kEcL4tIfjP4/s400/CIMG0273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjS91R9_7I/AAAAAAAABXo/zCqJ0q2xW0U/s1600-h/CIMG0275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285206122435575730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjS91R9_7I/AAAAAAAABXo/zCqJ0q2xW0U/s400/CIMG0275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjS-Fqj0pI/AAAAAAAABXw/9D7BPT9_wtE/s1600-h/CIMG0277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285206126833685138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjS-Fqj0pI/AAAAAAAABXw/9D7BPT9_wtE/s400/CIMG0277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjU3_veOWI/AAAAAAAABX4/aeikPgmtUzw/s1600-h/CIMG0279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285208221187717474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjU3_veOWI/AAAAAAAABX4/aeikPgmtUzw/s400/CIMG0279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy picked me and Gil up close to 11pm. It was the best BBQ yet (although my leg is covered with red, blotchy mosquito bites, ugh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, cole, again! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday, 27th December:&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last youth service! ): I really, really don't want to merge with the adult service, even if that means that I'll be able to go for Sunday dance class (which I am not even sure I am capable of attending-,- I think I'm overestimating myself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we took a youthnet photograph. Oh and tribal ones, too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjgO9CioLI/AAAAAAAABYg/X_559852PPQ/s1600-h/IMG_1577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285220710227288242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjgO9CioLI/AAAAAAAABYg/X_559852PPQ/s400/IMG_1577.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjgO6AqBSI/AAAAAAAABYo/GAIUYt8-Hb0/s1600-h/IMG_1579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285220709414077730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjgO6AqBSI/AAAAAAAABYo/GAIUYt8-Hb0/s400/IMG_1579.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjU4BBwWYI/AAAAAAAABYA/nrIvtyvnQ4s/s1600-h/CIMG0286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285208221532838274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjU4BBwWYI/AAAAAAAABYA/nrIvtyvnQ4s/s400/CIMG0286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjU4cZXyeI/AAAAAAAABYI/IpSQ70hAGiY/s1600-h/CIMG0288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285208228879649250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjU4cZXyeI/AAAAAAAABYI/IpSQ70hAGiY/s400/CIMG0288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjU4xOv7uI/AAAAAAAABYQ/E-4rL0H42No/s1600-h/CIMG0291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285208234472238818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjU4xOv7uI/AAAAAAAABYQ/E-4rL0H42No/s400/CIMG0291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjU5UfMXlI/AAAAAAAABYY/YNx_tETkz4w/s1600-h/CIMG0290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285208243936452178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjU5UfMXlI/AAAAAAAABYY/YNx_tETkz4w/s400/CIMG0290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tell me you don't think she's cute and you deserve to be kicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday, 29th December:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ld camp was awesome in the boring kind of way! (It's meant to be a good thing.) And I guess I really enjoyed being with all the drama people for what will be the last time, since the drama/literary and debating wing will be split up into two separate ccas. I'll no longer be in ELDDS anymore, but in Debate Society.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know if it's a good or bad thing, and I really don't know what to feel, but I know it means alot to the debators and I guess I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; happy for my own CCA as well, because I love debate. But then again there's this really reluctant part of me that doesn't want to be split up, because &lt;em&gt;getting into ELDDS was the best thing that happened to me this year&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Ugh, I sound so sappy and disgusting. Kill me please.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But, really. I'll miss Ziting, Amanda, Vernice, Crystal, Siu Ming and &lt;em&gt;everyone&lt;/em&gt; all so very much. It's extremely bittersweet, I suppose. More so than actually being in different wings because now it's not just different wings anymore - it's different ccas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whatever, though. That's not really the point at all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The point is that I really enjoyed my ld camp, so let's... stick to that, okay? (Because of the white everything in the MPR2 and the brightness of the white lights, everything seems super bright and glaring so uh, bear with it okay? I tried to darken the photos but somehow it still ends up like that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjpSPb1mVI/AAAAAAAABaA/eVio0JIFMlQ/s1600-h/CIMG0294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285230662309484882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjpSPb1mVI/AAAAAAAABaA/eVio0JIFMlQ/s400/CIMG0294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjpS48RBxI/AAAAAAAABaI/hYFsnqu4FG4/s1600-h/CIMG0295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285230673451353874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjpS48RBxI/AAAAAAAABaI/hYFsnqu4FG4/s400/CIMG0295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjpTIHVEgI/AAAAAAAABaQ/Vzlt6WRgW5w/s1600-h/CIMG0296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285230677524288002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjpTIHVEgI/AAAAAAAABaQ/Vzlt6WRgW5w/s400/CIMG0296.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wonder girls! Ziting and I were singing it the entire day :D We found seniors who liked suju (no dbsk, ugh) and knew about wonder girls as well, so we were all singing it together, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjpTgEf_sI/AAAAAAAABaY/rCZyZDF62AM/s1600-h/CIMG0297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285230683954872002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjpTgEf_sI/AAAAAAAABaY/rCZyZDF62AM/s400/CIMG0297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjpUj06sMI/AAAAAAAABag/Hg9d5Hn3P5A/s1600-h/CIMG0298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285230702143123650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjpUj06sMI/AAAAAAAABag/Hg9d5Hn3P5A/s400/CIMG0298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Amanda got infected, too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjrkBtSh5I/AAAAAAAABbQ/sBIaw0isO-c/s1600-h/CIMG0299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285233166885488530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjrkBtSh5I/AAAAAAAABbQ/sBIaw0isO-c/s400/CIMG0299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjrkWpoSZI/AAAAAAAABbY/FeGi97z37-o/s1600-h/CIMG0300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285233172507281810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjrkWpoSZI/AAAAAAAABbY/FeGi97z37-o/s400/CIMG0300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjrk4ki7nI/AAAAAAAABbg/eGTyszVeiB0/s1600-h/CIMG0301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285233181612764786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjrk4ki7nI/AAAAAAAABbg/eGTyszVeiB0/s400/CIMG0301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjrlNVtnJI/AAAAAAAABbo/FMnajxv6VdQ/s1600-h/CIMG0303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285233187187694738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjrlNVtnJI/AAAAAAAABbo/FMnajxv6VdQ/s400/CIMG0303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjrlyeKPAI/AAAAAAAABbw/okWwoSUXovs/s1600-h/CIMG0304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285233197155236866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjrlyeKPAI/AAAAAAAABbw/okWwoSUXovs/s400/CIMG0304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No, don't ask me why our faces are pale white and we look like ghosts in black. Just don't.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjxOnVV8-I/AAAAAAAABco/p34p4NWTRHo/s1600-h/CIMG0305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285239396098241506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjxOnVV8-I/AAAAAAAABco/p34p4NWTRHo/s400/CIMG0305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjxOGx6KKI/AAAAAAAABcg/Z2L1YkPJW4I/s1600-h/CIMG0306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285239387359684770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjxOGx6KKI/AAAAAAAABcg/Z2L1YkPJW4I/s400/CIMG0306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjxOxaEtFI/AAAAAAAABcw/ppc4gVvfvlQ/s1600-h/CIMG0307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285239398802437202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjxOxaEtFI/AAAAAAAABcw/ppc4gVvfvlQ/s400/CIMG0307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjxPTBCTQI/AAAAAAAABc4/A4usPzgGxyA/s1600-h/CIMG0309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285239407824227586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjxPTBCTQI/AAAAAAAABc4/A4usPzgGxyA/s400/CIMG0309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjxPx6RUwI/AAAAAAAABdA/SUjhgVEAp14/s1600-h/CIMG0315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285239416117351170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjxPx6RUwI/AAAAAAAABdA/SUjhgVEAp14/s400/CIMG0315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s264.photobucket.com/albums/ii175/Dramahh_love/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG0319.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i264.photobucket.com/albums/ii175/Dramahh_love/CIMG0319.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjycdO0s3I/AAAAAAAABdI/Csmgbnrr6mM/s1600-h/CIMG0324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285240733416338290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjycdO0s3I/AAAAAAAABdI/Csmgbnrr6mM/s400/CIMG0324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjydysHWhI/AAAAAAAABdg/gcjCK6MCTbA/s1600-h/CIMG0326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285240756356209170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjydysHWhI/AAAAAAAABdg/gcjCK6MCTbA/s400/CIMG0326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjyed76i1I/AAAAAAAABdo/CEVMd5c8vdY/s1600-h/CIMG0328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285240767965203282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjyed76i1I/AAAAAAAABdo/CEVMd5c8vdY/s400/CIMG0328.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once a Ld girl, always a Ld girl. *Sobs all over keyboard*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjydEV5fSI/AAAAAAAABdQ/g4ZjjimC5fU/s1600-h/CIMG0322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285240743914994978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjydEV5fSI/AAAAAAAABdQ/g4ZjjimC5fU/s400/CIMG0322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjydiXirkI/AAAAAAAABdY/a18HaFQyATU/s1600-h/CIMG0323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285240751974952514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjydiXirkI/AAAAAAAABdY/a18HaFQyATU/s400/CIMG0323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjzxEW5KjI/AAAAAAAABdw/bvvRUJ_dbDQ/s1600-h/CIMG0330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285242187028179506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjzxEW5KjI/AAAAAAAABdw/bvvRUJ_dbDQ/s400/CIMG0330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjzxRsnN9I/AAAAAAAABd4/QioEnNUXUTE/s1600-h/CIMG0331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285242190608938962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjzxRsnN9I/AAAAAAAABd4/QioEnNUXUTE/s400/CIMG0331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjzyBH0N4I/AAAAAAAABeA/gAfU2cTEWGI/s1600-h/CIMG0333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285242203339503490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjzyBH0N4I/AAAAAAAABeA/gAfU2cTEWGI/s400/CIMG0333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the last time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjzyig9eYI/AAAAAAAABeI/P31b1wWU0js/s1600-h/CIMG0336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285242212303337858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjzyig9eYI/AAAAAAAABeI/P31b1wWU0js/s400/CIMG0336.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjzza-B6pI/AAAAAAAABeQ/FAUaaqVRYm0/s1600-h/CIMG0337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285242227457649298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjzza-B6pI/AAAAAAAABeQ/FAUaaqVRYm0/s400/CIMG0337.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVj0-4GJcHI/AAAAAAAABeY/pek-KM4DAcs/s1600-h/CIMG0338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285243523766513778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVj0-4GJcHI/AAAAAAAABeY/pek-KM4DAcs/s400/CIMG0338.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVj0_ZP7Q4I/AAAAAAAABeg/sguU8uvpBTs/s1600-h/CIMG0339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285243532665897858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVj0_ZP7Q4I/AAAAAAAABeg/sguU8uvpBTs/s400/CIMG0339.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVj0_7DzdvI/AAAAAAAABeo/sYs5tSbW7bA/s1600-h/CIMG0342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285243541741860594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVj0_7DzdvI/AAAAAAAABeo/sYs5tSbW7bA/s400/CIMG0342.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVj1AZIuIBI/AAAAAAAABew/tRvgFowQKJU/s1600-h/CIMG0341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285243549815545874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVj1AZIuIBI/AAAAAAAABew/tRvgFowQKJU/s400/CIMG0341.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVj1Aqb75XI/AAAAAAAABe4/5hNJ46saWGA/s1600-h/CIMG0343.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll miss you so, so much, Ld. More than I can say. I loved being in Ld, even if for only a year. Again, it was the best thing that happened to me this year. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVj1wM7p5PI/AAAAAAAABfA/Acpoxnr_pts/s1600-h/CIMG0344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285244371173238002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVj1wM7p5PI/AAAAAAAABfA/Acpoxnr_pts/s400/CIMG0344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, Debate. I'll work hard, I promise. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Cries*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-362236748202281890?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/362236748202281890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=362236748202281890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/362236748202281890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/362236748202281890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/12/thursday-25th-december-there-were-so.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVjCf1-6ppI/AAAAAAAABUg/RGrdt8fV7vg/s72-c/CIMG0206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810415316026333655.post-3428296576312965886</id><published>2008-12-28T01:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T22:52:32.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy, happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LD Camp tomorrow! It should be fun to just leave everything for a day (almost) and think about nothing and, well, enjoy myself. I'm excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you will see this, so thanks, Claire (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-3428296576312965886?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/3428296576312965886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=3428296576312965886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/3428296576312965886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/3428296576312965886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-feel-terrible.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-6805269774635736048</id><published>2008-12-27T14:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T14:40:12.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It hurts when you want to talk to her instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It hurts when you say "you're different".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't know why, but it hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SCHOOL REOPENS IN A WEEK, ;'A;EJSDFKLHEUIHSFN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hi, I haven't finished my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I should be looking forward to it, or I should go get some weird virus that'll prolong my not going to school &gt;:( Personally, I think I'll die waking up that early. Someone should go kill the pipes or wires in our school again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A/w, going to Nicole's house for some barbeque later. Thank God for Nicole, 'else I'd be stuck with 7 little screamy kids running around the house playing hide and seek while I sit there and listen to the adults drone about insignificant stuff like what detergent would be better for washing the toilet bowl &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-6805269774635736048?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/6805269774635736048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=6805269774635736048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/6805269774635736048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/6805269774635736048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-hurts-when-you-want-to-talk-to-her.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-3983259528383997971</id><published>2008-12-24T16:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T00:26:44.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here it is, the overdue post of the 3 night long sleepover: (Image heavy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday, 13th December:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBQ at Gilaine's house after dance class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVH5Fy0tlGI/AAAAAAAABJY/HFmGXFUYl0Q/s1600-h/CIMG0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283277715819828322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVH5Fy0tlGI/AAAAAAAABJY/HFmGXFUYl0Q/s400/CIMG0030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVH5GTvGvlI/AAAAAAAABJg/SMKDQm5Mho0/s1600-h/CIMG0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283277724654681682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVH5GTvGvlI/AAAAAAAABJg/SMKDQm5Mho0/s400/CIMG0031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVH5G4xeydI/AAAAAAAABJo/6TFMcJaFAX8/s1600-h/CIMG0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283277734596757970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVH5G4xeydI/AAAAAAAABJo/6TFMcJaFAX8/s400/CIMG0032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVH5HeFGWYI/AAAAAAAABJw/8tmp40cDdko/s1600-h/CIMG0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283277744611154306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVH5HeFGWYI/AAAAAAAABJw/8tmp40cDdko/s400/CIMG0033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVH6LdN72TI/AAAAAAAABKA/oOcs1dEcwBg/s1600-h/CIMG0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283278912610883890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVH6LdN72TI/AAAAAAAABKA/oOcs1dEcwBg/s400/CIMG0041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVH6LrzgKzI/AAAAAAAABKI/wU__QxY9vb4/s1600-h/CIMG0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283278916526549810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVH6LrzgKzI/AAAAAAAABKI/wU__QxY9vb4/s400/CIMG0043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVH6L6XhC0I/AAAAAAAABKQ/0xOteOt1xMc/s1600-h/CIMG0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283278920435698498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVH6L6XhC0I/AAAAAAAABKQ/0xOteOt1xMc/s400/CIMG0044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVH6MX1qooI/AAAAAAAABKY/l1t1txL1RQE/s1600-h/CIMG0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283278928346784386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVH6MX1qooI/AAAAAAAABKY/l1t1txL1RQE/s400/CIMG0045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday, 14th December:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church (good, as always). Had fun during sermon doodling with Deborah. Deborah drew us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVH7hPocyAI/AAAAAAAABKg/CyktCOLyftU/s1600-h/CIMG0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283280386432747522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVH7hPocyAI/AAAAAAAABKg/CyktCOLyftU/s400/CIMG0049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hilarious. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rane and Shermaine came over at approximately 6/7? We played card games while waiting for the rest to come (stress, taiti, blackjack ...etc), and ended up screaming and laughing until my dad had to shush us :D Uncle Allan (dad's long time friend) was here too. I don't like him, at all. I'll elaborate later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gilaine came next, followed by Nicole (who came at 11?). We watched Camp Rock (not my idea. I hate Camp Rock) while waiting for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVH7hgIG7MI/AAAAAAAABKo/7CCt6Z8WS6E/s1600-h/CIMG0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283280390860500162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVH7hgIG7MI/AAAAAAAABKo/7CCt6Z8WS6E/s400/CIMG0051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVH7iJ3hrhI/AAAAAAAABKw/CYv4mS9ZK5Y/s1600-h/CIMG0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283280402065239570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVH7iJ3hrhI/AAAAAAAABKw/CYv4mS9ZK5Y/s400/CIMG0052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVH7ioaaa4I/AAAAAAAABK4/fupn5pwkLtM/s1600-h/CIMG0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283280410264628098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVH7ioaaa4I/AAAAAAAABK4/fupn5pwkLtM/s400/CIMG0053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVH-X3lzT3I/AAAAAAAABLA/6hLpUc2_OzI/s1600-h/CIMG0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283283523895250802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVH-X3lzT3I/AAAAAAAABLA/6hLpUc2_OzI/s400/CIMG0055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVH-YUNp-QI/AAAAAAAABLI/RvPc0cgJMx0/s1600-h/CIMG0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283283531578603778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVH-YUNp-QI/AAAAAAAABLI/RvPc0cgJMx0/s400/CIMG0058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVH-YgRTuyI/AAAAAAAABLQ/_xc0oi0Ijv4/s1600-h/CIMG0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283283534815148834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVH-YgRTuyI/AAAAAAAABLQ/_xc0oi0Ijv4/s400/CIMG0059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After Nicole finally arrived, we decided it was "romantic" (quote Shermaine) outside on my deck at night, and hence sat around to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVH-ZZZziCI/AAAAAAAABLY/13EU5YMKGY8/s1600-h/CIMG0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283283550151608354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVH-ZZZziCI/AAAAAAAABLY/13EU5YMKGY8/s400/CIMG0060.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elmo Nicole! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Afterward, nothing much happened, since it was already late into the night. Shermaine slept on the bed, Rane on the mattress, and Nicole, Gilaine and I shared two joint beds. Shermaine and Rane slept pretty early, and Nicole, Gilaine and I stayed up until 3+ in the morning, talking. It was a cool "bonding session", I suppose. We slept after I went downstairs to get my Tom Yam cup noodle. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Speaking of which, I was convinced Shermaine had ultra smelling abilities, even in her sleep. Upon entering the room with my noodle, she immediately sat up and told me she wanted the soup. I swear she was sleeping when we went down, really. Either that or she's just a really good actor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Of course, after everyone slept, I snapped pictures of them. Most of which do not include a face, because I'm kind like that :D Obviously there aren't any pictures of me, considering I was the last one to sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVH-ZrhawAI/AAAAAAAABLg/i_i22oZxbsg/s1600-h/CIMG0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283283555015376898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVH-ZrhawAI/AAAAAAAABLg/i_i22oZxbsg/s400/CIMG0061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nicole and her really, really long hair o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVH_cyQqNSI/AAAAAAAABLo/TNfmBhHP6Fo/s1600-h/CIMG0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283284707875370274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVH_cyQqNSI/AAAAAAAABLo/TNfmBhHP6Fo/s400/CIMG0062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shermaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVH_dfcILqI/AAAAAAAABLw/1-0_pYIPuCg/s1600-h/CIMG0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283284720003067554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVH_dfcILqI/AAAAAAAABLw/1-0_pYIPuCg/s400/CIMG0063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rane is sexy even sleeping :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283284720530741826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVH_dhZ72kI/AAAAAAAABL4/NnvpOIty75c/s400/CIMG0064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Gilaine and her pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday, 15th December:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Next morning, Shermaine woke up early and gobbled up all the breakfast. Literally. All. My share of breakfast was hastily eaten up by her way before I even woke up. We lazed around a little before getting ready to go out. We woke up around 12, I think? Went out at approximately uh, 1? I have no idea. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Melanie came over and joined us in the morning. And our morning wasn't exactly eventless, 'cause some idiot of a mother requested Melanie to send her daughter's phone to their house by a &lt;strong&gt;taxi&lt;/strong&gt;. And it wasn't even Melanie's fault her daughter's phone was with her. Ugh. People like that are just simply puke-inducing. She's just wasting our time and Melanie's money. Being a bitch that she was, I guess she didn't bother to offer to compensate Melanie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But anyway, kbox was awesome! :D We went to the one next to the Amk Library, which sort of sucked, because the songs are as old as my grandmother, and they had only three dbsk songs there. Oh joy-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVIBPVypvgI/AAAAAAAABMA/ohfiOneSwjU/s1600-h/CIMG0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283286675918274050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVIBPVypvgI/AAAAAAAABMA/ohfiOneSwjU/s400/CIMG0065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVIBPhA_VtI/AAAAAAAABMI/uiuTVPIQTGs/s1600-h/CIMG0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283286678931199698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVIBPhA_VtI/AAAAAAAABMI/uiuTVPIQTGs/s400/CIMG0066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVIBP66InLI/AAAAAAAABMQ/70yayHNIgBE/s1600-h/CIMG0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283286685881769138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVIBP66InLI/AAAAAAAABMQ/70yayHNIgBE/s400/CIMG0067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVIBQfYRGaI/AAAAAAAABMY/izorssFYLEw/s1600-h/CIMG0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283286695671830946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVIBQfYRGaI/AAAAAAAABMY/izorssFYLEw/s400/CIMG0069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVIBQTi1-cI/AAAAAAAABMg/tIaiZqo8Xwo/s1600-h/CIMG0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283286692494965186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVIBQTi1-cI/AAAAAAAABMg/tIaiZqo8Xwo/s400/CIMG0070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They (Nicole, Melanie, Rane) were dancing to some song, I can't remember what.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVIDHwUlf8I/AAAAAAAABMo/Fb7TkiSQkTE/s1600-h/CIMG0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283288744624226242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVIDHwUlf8I/AAAAAAAABMo/Fb7TkiSQkTE/s400/CIMG0071.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tell me you don't think Nicole looks pretty here. So model-ish! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVIDIYH-huI/AAAAAAAABMw/sX0IorjgcR8/s1600-h/CIMG0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283288755308758754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVIDIYH-huI/AAAAAAAABMw/sX0IorjgcR8/s400/CIMG0072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVIDImwdhxI/AAAAAAAABM4/4-qpCFPSw58/s1600-h/CIMG0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283288759236658962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVIDImwdhxI/AAAAAAAABM4/4-qpCFPSw58/s400/CIMG0073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVIDIw4QnbI/AAAAAAAABNA/I3csgrjUd3A/s1600-h/CIMG0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283288761953721778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVIDIw4QnbI/AAAAAAAABNA/I3csgrjUd3A/s400/CIMG0074.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mel, Gilaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283288775294659618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVIDJik_LCI/AAAAAAAABNI/fA4dEYqflTM/s400/CIMG0076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJALLHisKI/AAAAAAAABN4/zdzVLlF07Rg/s1600-h/CIMG0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283355873566175394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJALLHisKI/AAAAAAAABN4/zdzVLlF07Rg/s400/CIMG0079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJALgKAAVI/AAAAAAAABOA/DATA5vjhvcY/s1600-h/CIMG0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283355879213629778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJALgKAAVI/AAAAAAAABOA/DATA5vjhvcY/s400/CIMG0080.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dissing Fahrenheit, who is disgusting to no end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283355885359282210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJAL3DPOCI/AAAAAAAABOI/3iMCEfxcnCg/s400/CIMG0082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJAMBf-iII/AAAAAAAABOQ/Z-U-k5FY0BE/s1600-h/DSC00501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283355888164178050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJAMBf-iII/AAAAAAAABOQ/Z-U-k5FY0BE/s400/DSC00501.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I look drunk, don't I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJAMWgsYgI/AAAAAAAABOY/_eGcuWOJ_AE/s1600-h/CIMG0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283355893804327426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJAMWgsYgI/AAAAAAAABOY/_eGcuWOJ_AE/s400/CIMG0084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our sexy room number :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Stayed out till 8, and Rane, Shermaine, Melanie and I were arguing about whether the Pocky biscuit should be pronounced as "pokey" or "pocky", Melanie and I agreeing on the latter of the two. It escalated to a funny quarrel. And we were screaming things like "IT'S POCKY", or "YOU DON'T PRONOUNCE IT THAT WAY LAH".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Went back, had dinner, and waited for Nicole and Gilaine to come back to my place. Nicole went to catch the premiere of Twilight since, apparently, she had free tickets, and Gilaine went for her Jap class.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJDRFj3WcI/AAAAAAAABO4/dBJ1zLQTb0o/s1600-h/CIMG0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283359273688455618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJDRFj3WcI/AAAAAAAABO4/dBJ1zLQTb0o/s400/CIMG0085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJDRXMTS2I/AAAAAAAABPA/eTDxVnB8pGY/s1600-h/DSC00502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283359278421461858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJDRXMTS2I/AAAAAAAABPA/eTDxVnB8pGY/s400/DSC00502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJDR20sncI/AAAAAAAABPI/03aZifECdbM/s1600-h/DSC00503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283359286912392642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJDR20sncI/AAAAAAAABPI/03aZifECdbM/s400/DSC00503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept pretty early after Gilaine and Nicole (who was extremely late, again) arrived. Nothing much happened.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday, 16th December:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Woke up really late the next morning, and lazed around the whole day in my pajamas, taking pictures, talking, watching random videos and sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJDSEAKmhI/AAAAAAAABPQ/H3Tca4iEP7U/s1600-h/CIMG0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283359290450156050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJDSEAKmhI/AAAAAAAABPQ/H3Tca4iEP7U/s400/CIMG0087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJDTIDsZnI/AAAAAAAABPY/kg1pkb9hH_w/s1600-h/CIMG0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283359308718564978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJDTIDsZnI/AAAAAAAABPY/kg1pkb9hH_w/s400/CIMG0089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJGD0yd2oI/AAAAAAAABPg/RFUrpHUdVbk/s1600-h/CIMG0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283362344382880386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJGD0yd2oI/AAAAAAAABPg/RFUrpHUdVbk/s400/CIMG0090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJGEGW0nNI/AAAAAAAABPo/DUeIfUCmM54/s1600-h/CIMG0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283362349098769618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJGEGW0nNI/AAAAAAAABPo/DUeIfUCmM54/s400/CIMG0091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJGEsLl9pI/AAAAAAAABPw/6nPgZjT7NoM/s1600-h/DSC00527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283362359252219538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJGEsLl9pI/AAAAAAAABPw/6nPgZjT7NoM/s400/DSC00527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJGE9kbPXI/AAAAAAAABP4/y6wmttQnPdc/s1600-h/CIMG0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283362363919777138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJGE9kbPXI/AAAAAAAABP4/y6wmttQnPdc/s400/CIMG0093.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this picture, although I'm not in it (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJGFVcO_VI/AAAAAAAABQA/H5EwhI7zdaE/s1600-h/CIMG0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283362370327870802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJGFVcO_VI/AAAAAAAABQA/H5EwhI7zdaE/s400/CIMG0094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJJQHyxaaI/AAAAAAAABQI/TXahIUIters/s1600-h/CIMG0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283365854177749410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJJQHyxaaI/AAAAAAAABQI/TXahIUIters/s400/CIMG0095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJJQa-DrXI/AAAAAAAABQQ/bLtg9BnKyEM/s1600-h/CIMG0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283365859325357426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJJQa-DrXI/AAAAAAAABQQ/bLtg9BnKyEM/s400/CIMG0096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJJQq5jksI/AAAAAAAABQY/Klgg_lBZZxI/s1600-h/CIMG0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283365863601443522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJJQq5jksI/AAAAAAAABQY/Klgg_lBZZxI/s400/CIMG0098.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm the only one above the ground, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJJQ2KPjbI/AAAAAAAABQg/CJmxRzTRn8s/s1600-h/CIMG0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283365866624224690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJJQ2KPjbI/AAAAAAAABQg/CJmxRzTRn8s/s400/CIMG0100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJJRQI0LxI/AAAAAAAABQo/oEuGpTJZcyY/s1600-h/CIMG0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283365873597558546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJJRQI0LxI/AAAAAAAABQo/oEuGpTJZcyY/s400/CIMG0102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the successful jump shots taken with my camera. Let's see Melly's camera now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJLn5YQjlI/AAAAAAAABQw/FOg3VbQfJnw/s1600-h/DSC00530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283368461648563794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJLn5YQjlI/AAAAAAAABQw/FOg3VbQfJnw/s400/DSC00530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJLojsh1VI/AAAAAAAABQ4/tOcI-kKaU3o/s1600-h/DSC00532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283368473007871314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJLojsh1VI/AAAAAAAABQ4/tOcI-kKaU3o/s400/DSC00532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I LAUGH AT THIS PICTURE EVERYTIME I SEE IT :D TOO CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJLpXlCAmI/AAAAAAAABRI/0dsqokrb_Mg/s1600-h/DSC00537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283368486935069282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJLpXlCAmI/AAAAAAAABRI/0dsqokrb_Mg/s400/DSC00537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FAAAIL O: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Nah, I'm totallly kidding. I love Melly's camera. It is touch screen and it's green and awesome(: Go, camera, go!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJLpp3zYNI/AAAAAAAABRQ/udAgAUw1Vf8/s1600-h/DSC00536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283368491845640402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJLpp3zYNI/AAAAAAAABRQ/udAgAUw1Vf8/s400/DSC00536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;FINALLY :D (Pssst, try to guess who Rane is imitating.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After camping out on my deck for a while, we went back to my room, turned on the air-conditioner, and lazed. Nicole has an affinity for taking dumb photos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJOQP4iW4I/AAAAAAAABRY/lD1zDC9gpMI/s1600-h/CIMG0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283371353907551106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJOQP4iW4I/AAAAAAAABRY/lD1zDC9gpMI/s400/CIMG0103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJOQkX0aZI/AAAAAAAABRg/Jddws7DrHFw/s1600-h/CIMG0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283371359407466898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJOQkX0aZI/AAAAAAAABRg/Jddws7DrHFw/s400/CIMG0104.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Melanie all sexy. *Cat whistles* :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJOQ2O2RGI/AAAAAAAABRo/hl3YAoqnCE0/s1600-h/CIMG0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283371364201677922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJOQ2O2RGI/AAAAAAAABRo/hl3YAoqnCE0/s400/CIMG0105.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lainelody (Gilaine + Melody) moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJORC6oLcI/AAAAAAAABRw/VdB9yb3chIg/s1600-h/CIMG0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283371367606529474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJORC6oLcI/AAAAAAAABRw/VdB9yb3chIg/s400/CIMG0111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJORtkzYYI/AAAAAAAABR4/UJzW_WIl_0Y/s1600-h/CIMG0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283371379057713538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJORtkzYYI/AAAAAAAABR4/UJzW_WIl_0Y/s400/CIMG0114.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...I think it was supposed to be artistic? *Points to Nicole* Ask her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJQNnHtS-I/AAAAAAAABSA/rN8rORTM0ng/s1600-h/CIMG0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283373507628846050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJQNnHtS-I/AAAAAAAABSA/rN8rORTM0ng/s400/CIMG0122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJQOIXCt0I/AAAAAAAABSI/HahNO5tpJeY/s1600-h/CIMG0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283373516551534402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJQOIXCt0I/AAAAAAAABSI/HahNO5tpJeY/s400/CIMG0123.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know what this is. I have frog eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJQOmJvRXI/AAAAAAAABSQ/leYbFZ1MPkg/s1600-h/CIMG0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283373524548797810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJQOmJvRXI/AAAAAAAABSQ/leYbFZ1MPkg/s400/CIMG0128.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nicole says: This is all you need to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJQO53bx-I/AAAAAAAABSY/ZTkwqXcHdA0/s1600-h/CIMG0129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283373529840732130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJQO53bx-I/AAAAAAAABSY/ZTkwqXcHdA0/s400/CIMG0129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJQPfDz_AI/AAAAAAAABSg/9K29Zcx-BmM/s1600-h/CIMG0135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283373539824761858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJQPfDz_AI/AAAAAAAABSg/9K29Zcx-BmM/s400/CIMG0135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJR6xjxltI/AAAAAAAABSo/d_f2ls0wI4I/s1600-h/CIMG0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283375383036663506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJR6xjxltI/AAAAAAAABSo/d_f2ls0wI4I/s400/CIMG0149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJR65qllNI/AAAAAAAABSw/aXuosl0KSmE/s1600-h/CIMG0144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283375385212720338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJR65qllNI/AAAAAAAABSw/aXuosl0KSmE/s400/CIMG0144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJR7RP_zdI/AAAAAAAABS4/fpZ6wKJuzpk/s1600-h/CIMG0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283375391543643602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJR7RP_zdI/AAAAAAAABS4/fpZ6wKJuzpk/s400/CIMG0150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gilaine's mess of hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJR78eXjcI/AAAAAAAABTA/1TfQehdfjOA/s1600-h/CIMG0151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283375403146644930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJR78eXjcI/AAAAAAAABTA/1TfQehdfjOA/s400/CIMG0151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mess of bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJR8JXwzOI/AAAAAAAABTI/kEIqMW4yiCA/s1600-h/CIMG0160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283375406608600290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJR8JXwzOI/AAAAAAAABTI/kEIqMW4yiCA/s400/CIMG0160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See Nicole's face in the cd case! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJVCwH1rsI/AAAAAAAABTQ/NWucAXt_4zY/s1600-h/DSC00568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283378818624892610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJVCwH1rsI/AAAAAAAABTQ/NWucAXt_4zY/s400/DSC00568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well, we practically just lazed around the entire day. We ended up doodling random stuff too, before and after dinner (this was when the DBSK picture was drawn). And during dinner, it was extremely bittersweet because they were supposed to be leaving afterward. My dad probably sensed it and sweetly offered if they wanted to stay another day. We were kind of skeptical about it at first, but all of them called up their parents and they were allowed to stay another night! :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Shermaine went home, though, because she had track training and she wanted to catch up on her sleep. She's totally responsible and disciplined.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Our group photos before she left:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJVDCSiQJI/AAAAAAAABTY/acWT7al_cZc/s1600-h/CIMG0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283378823501594770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJVDCSiQJI/AAAAAAAABTY/acWT7al_cZc/s400/CIMG0163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJVDq1w1FI/AAAAAAAABTg/ucxwOofFdiQ/s1600-h/CIMG0165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283378834386768978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJVDq1w1FI/AAAAAAAABTg/ucxwOofFdiQ/s400/CIMG0165.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Flash was too blinding; eyes half closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJVD8uAHgI/AAAAAAAABTo/xFi41Ii_47A/s1600-h/DSC00576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283378839186054658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJVD8uAHgI/AAAAAAAABTo/xFi41Ii_47A/s400/DSC00576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJVEP-C16I/AAAAAAAABTw/s4h3XU1ZJi0/s1600-h/DSC00577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283378844353615778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJVEP-C16I/AAAAAAAABTw/s4h3XU1ZJi0/s400/DSC00577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Six dollars, for forever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After Shermaine went home, we took turns to bathe and then sat down in my room to talk, as usual. Talked about guys (our ideal boyfriends ...etc, etc) until 4+ together, and slept. Best girl-talk ever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;They left early (once we woke up, at around 2?) the next day ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I can't comprehend why, but the feeling sort of resembled school reopening. Bittersweet, reluctant. It was nice though, to just cut off everything and spend three nights with your best friends. I literally cut off everything - phone, emails, internet. I wasn't exactly happy to come back to civilisation after they left, but I guess there's always a next round! We'll have a next round during June holidays, and it'll be better :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday, 21st December:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Church. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Lianne gave me a flower! It's fake, but it's still really pretty! She let me choose, and out of red, purple, orange and yellow, I chose yellow, yay! It looks so bright and happy :D :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Lianne played with my camera and this was the result: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJeZE5MyxI/AAAAAAAABT4/xmco8PkSg5Q/s1600-h/CIMG0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283389097762409234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJeZE5MyxI/AAAAAAAABT4/xmco8PkSg5Q/s400/CIMG0177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJeZjBN_cI/AAAAAAAABUA/3xG8M4KSqgA/s1600-h/CIMG0180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283389105849105858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJeZjBN_cI/AAAAAAAABUA/3xG8M4KSqgA/s400/CIMG0180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJeaOZwuCI/AAAAAAAABUI/UAKjE4JzV-k/s1600-h/CIMG0188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283389117494769698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJeaOZwuCI/AAAAAAAABUI/UAKjE4JzV-k/s400/CIMG0188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went to sell calendars for TCS charity thingy afterward, and it was really fun! We successfully sold 30, earning $300 within a short time frame of uh, 1 hour? Or less (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rushed to cell the minute we finished selling. We had cell with the guys, as usual, and it was pretty slack. Wasn't anything serious. More like playing-games-he-he-have-fun kind of cell. Once we were done though, a guy cellmate came up to me and asked me how old I was, to which I replied I was 13, and he didn't believe me-.- The conversation went like this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Him: How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm Sec 1 this year.&lt;br /&gt;Him: Huh. Don't bluff me lah.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm serious!&lt;br /&gt;Him: Eh, it's not funny okay.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Fed up now* I'M REALLY SEC 1 THIS YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kind of annoying really. He's 15 though, I think. Or 16. Can't really remember. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, went back to Hall 9 for lunch, and we received presents from Jasmin and Rachel! Lianne was extremely happy with her presents (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJeaqj_NRI/AAAAAAAABUQ/g3TaZI6qO8M/s1600-h/CIMG0189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283389125053854994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJeaqj_NRI/AAAAAAAABUQ/g3TaZI6qO8M/s400/CIMG0189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service was awesome, and included a lot of confetti, lights and even a tiny disco ball! We were given those waving thingies that was shaped like a star and gave off light. Mine was pink and pretty! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy came to fetch me after service, and I took a picture of my flower, yet again, in the car (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJea3zUpOI/AAAAAAAABUY/GdBCMilmUZU/s1600-h/CIMG0197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283389128607835362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVJea3zUpOI/AAAAAAAABUY/GdBCMilmUZU/s400/CIMG0197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday, 22nd December:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Met up with $6 again, to watch Twilight. The movie was... quite good. It's definitely not on par with the book, but I really really enjoyed it! :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's typical and everything, I know, and I feel stupid saying this but &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ROBERT PATTISON IS REALLY HOT.&lt;/span&gt; I'm sorry okay, I'm sorry! But he is really reallly, extremely breath-taking. His acting was arguably commendable too. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And he kisses nicely&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Okay, kill me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I loved Kellan (Emmett), too. And Alice. And Jasper. And Rosalie. Well in short, I loved all of the Cullens. Kirsten Stewart makes an awesome Bella, although she wasn't exactly the most convincing in some parts of the show.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Right. Enough of Twilight, because I'm sure everyone is sick of seeing people screaming over Twilight. I know I am. What an irony though, huh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After the show, I rushed to meet my mum at Toa Payoh for dental appointment to extract my teeth. I was kind of nervous at first, not knowing what to expect and all, but it wasn't really painful. I didn't feel a thing at all. Not even the injection, which was less painful than an ant bite. There was just alot of movement that sort of scared me a little initially, but the anasthesia did its work. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My mouth felt extremely numb though, after the extractions were done. I felt like a fish. I couldn't close my mouth properly, and area where my teeth should've been just kept bleeding and bleeding - it was repulsive. It felt repulsive, too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It didn't really hurt for the next 3-4 hours, because of the anasthesia. Also considering that the dentist injected a double dose because I told her I could feel the pain when she attempted to extract my tooth. But after the anasthesia wore off, it was horribly uncomfortable and started to hurt. It was completely bearable, but it was awfully distracting and I couldn't do anything but wallow in self pity. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My dinner was something that resembled baby food. Ew.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I took pain killers to facilitate sleeping, and the pain went away a little. Have to go back for extractions on the other side the next week. Not exactly looking forward to it :/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;OKAY. Long, long post, sorry. I hope it isn't like, information overload or something o.o And even so, I hope it makes up for not blogging for the past few days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!!&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/810415316026333655-3983259528383997971?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/3983259528383997971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=3983259528383997971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/3983259528383997971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/3983259528383997971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/12/here-it-is-overdue-post-of-3-night-long.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SVH5Fy0tlGI/AAAAAAAABJY/HFmGXFUYl0Q/s72-c/CIMG0030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810415316026333655.post-882621953557008477</id><published>2008-12-19T02:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T23:27:22.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Talking to old friends feel so, so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcella came over today. It was extremely spontaneous. She initially smsed me to ask for my address (I assumed it was for Christmas card, and was secretly glad she bothered to give one to me), of which I gave her and proceeded to ask if she wanted to go out someday. She immediately asked if she could come over, and I was surprised she actually remembered where my house is! The last time she came over was about a year ago. Impressively, she knew where to stop and how to walk in. I was shell shocked. (Compare that with Gilaine, who stopped four stops early and hardly knows how to walk in :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before she came over, I was scared it'd be awkward between us. In the end it was just like it was before. Alot of laughing and "you idiot!" between us (: We watched Bloody Monday. AND IT IS SO THRILLING, I SWEAR. Thanks Venetia, for introducing it to me. WOOOOH. Both of us got hooked on immediately, and were extremely frustrated when my computer refused to cooperate-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised Marcelly likes noisy songs. Of which include those R&amp;amp;B artists. Yeah sure, I like those too, but I seriously think they're a tad too noisy. I prefer songs with less screaming, more meaning and uh, more melody? I don't know. I guess I'd rather Taylor Swift over T-pain anytime (although, consider the irony that I do hiphop). Whatever, don't ask me for the reason for my comparison. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOODY MONDAY!!!!!!!!! It was awesome. AWESOME. JANE LAU QIAN YING, GO WATCH IT. HARUMA MIURA IS IN IT! Wooooh. He isn't exactly hot though. I seriously prefer his Sky of Love white hair. But he's convincing (kind of) and handsome nonetheless. Although I really think he needs some improving on his hair. He has wide shoulders! (I think?) And nice jaw, YEAH. He looks clean, at least. Although really, DBSK are tenfold better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH SPEAKING OF DBSK, I AM SO GETTING THEIR 25TH SINGLE. WITH BOLERO, AND WASURENAIDE. I swear my heart stopped when I heard Wasurenaide. It was so awesome! Of course Bolero is good too, but Wasurenaide is JAEJOONG's composition! I am extremely proud of him, and the lyrics are so beautiful I think I almost died. My heart felt funny after that. Too much love, I think. Nicole probably thought I was crazy :/ DID I MENTION KEY IS SO HOT TOO? I'm not going to be turning into a SHINee fan (no, I won't. I swear), but really! O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See me. Once I get hyped up, I completely lose track of what I am supposed to be talking about, in this case: Marcella coming over. I feel like some sort of ahma telling stories. Ahmas are incredible, I swear. They can ramble on and on continuously from toilet bowls to armpits and then start singing. Well, at least my grandmother does that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, Deborah (ex-ballet best friend) smsed me today, and asked if I'd like to go back to my dance school to visit my teacher and my old friends, whom I grew up with. It was such a coincidence, because I haven't talked with Deborah since forever, likewise Marcella, who came over. I hope it isn't awkward between Deborah and I either! I'm really afraid it'll be ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BACK TO THE POINT. Marcella is as gluttony as ever, and for that, I love her to the max. Its so refreshing from those who obsess over their weight (you wouldn't believe how many people like that are around me). She just eats and eats and eats. And she bought a micky mouse metal pencil box (you know those my six year old sister would use, yeah?) and used them as her pencil case. And she bought cereal and brought them over to my place to munch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did her Kumon homework for her too! I did two booklets in the same amount of time she did one-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL. PICTURES: (Marcelly cut her hair! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SUuVh3kkYWI/AAAAAAAABJQ/T85UIgWPPfU/s1600-h/CIMG0175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281479397107589474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SUuVh3kkYWI/AAAAAAAABJQ/T85UIgWPPfU/s400/CIMG0175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SUuVhquSB6I/AAAAAAAABJI/60uMZfAc32I/s1600-h/CIMG0174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281479393658668962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SUuVhquSB6I/AAAAAAAABJI/60uMZfAc32I/s400/CIMG0174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHEEE. I am seriously dreading posting sleepover pictures, because there are so many. And seriously, blogger stinks big time. Their picture posting thingy is so repulsive and gives me a head-ache every time I upload more than 10 pictures-.- Okay, make that everytime I upload a picture. Ugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger, do something about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-882621953557008477?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/882621953557008477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=882621953557008477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/882621953557008477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/882621953557008477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-know-i-should-be-sleeping-but-does-he.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SUuVh3kkYWI/AAAAAAAABJQ/T85UIgWPPfU/s72-c/CIMG0175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810415316026333655.post-1456550320332587744</id><published>2008-12-17T18:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T22:50:03.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hello World. I am back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you miss me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been cutting myself off from civilisation for four days (the sleepover was 3 nights, 4 days) and I'm so glad to be back to my faithful computer. Albeit I wish I wasn't back so soon. It feels awkwardly quiet at home now that they are gone. Guh. The feeling is as if school is reopening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pictures, but I'll upload another time, when Smelanie sends me those on her camera ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be neater that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Till then (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280703822847740418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SUjUJgTjCgI/AAAAAAAABJA/riaPrVkIXjw/s400/CIMG0173.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drawn by me ^^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-1456550320332587744?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/1456550320332587744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=1456550320332587744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/1456550320332587744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/1456550320332587744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/12/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SUjUJgTjCgI/AAAAAAAABJA/riaPrVkIXjw/s72-c/CIMG0173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810415316026333655.post-4764155760625838139</id><published>2008-12-12T03:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T03:48:51.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Remind me why I am awake at 3:31?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I seriously remember telling myself countless times to sleep early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to Gilaine on the phone now, and although I really should sleep early (although it is nowhere near early now), I really don't want to sleep. Sigh. Whatever, I don't even know why I'm posting. Ramble, ramble, ramble. Poor Gilaine is making an effort to talk about something non-important while I concentrate on &lt;s&gt;how I am such a disturbingly horrible multitasker&lt;/s&gt; my insignificant post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord, why do I even bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gilaine, Smelly and I were doing some smiley thingy, where you're supposed to tell a story with smilies only and the other is supposed to guess, and it was roll-on-the-floor-clutching-your-stomach-laugh-laugh-laugh hilarious, well that is until Ziting reminded me that LD Camp is unfortunately on the 29th, which is the date of $6's tentative sleepover. Panicked like rabbits in a frying pan (...don't know what I'm saying either) and decided that well, we'll take a chance and move the sleepover forward, although that gives really little notice and hence all the bad impressions start coming out. Nevermind if I don't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But well, both of us got really stressed and Gilaine went on to sms Rane while I smsed Nicoley and Shermaine (or as Gilaine so affectionately puts it, Shermy). Well, I guess the status right now is 1 confirmed, and the other 5 pending. Guess who's the confirmed one? Hoorah, it's me. But Nicoley and Gilaine are most probably able to. Smelly too. Not sure about Rane and Shermy. I hope so. *Prays fervently* Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease, God. Let all the Mums allow, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but yay, speaking of which, there's a barbecue held at Gilaine's house this Saturday! And the six of us will be going! I am so happy I could fly. Rane can't make it though ): Yay, I am still happy though. Shermaine will be there, I hope. We are in much need of a full, $6 talk. I remember us waking up with our horrible bed-hair, talking for an approximate hour before we finally budged out of bed. I hope we can do it again this time round! *Prays again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I don't know what I'm saying. And I'm not exactly in the best state of mind to comprehend right now, so yeah. I've got some spontaneous cousin-lunch tomorrow. Not really looking forward to it. But as I said somewhere on Gilaine's WP, it is the best alternative to spending my time, since the other option (option, not options. single) I have is lazing around at home, staring at the stupid good-for-nothing computer, gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 3:47. Sigh. I really should sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: This post is dedicated to Ziting, who waited for me and so kindly "not disturbed me" (you weren't really disturbing me though, dear) while I panicked over the sleepover thing. *Prays yet again*&lt;br /&gt;PPS: Is it crazy to be happy I have such grounded, best friends ($6)? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-4764155760625838139?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/4764155760625838139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=4764155760625838139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/4764155760625838139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/4764155760625838139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/12/remind-me-why-i-am-awake-at-331-because.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-830506784682314685</id><published>2008-12-10T00:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:15:35.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg, I'm so sorry. But this is so hilarious I almost cried. I don't know what to say about us. Thanks for making me laugh, and you're like the best best best best spot-the-flaw-slash-mistake-in-my-stuff-person EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mel says:&lt;br /&gt;I AM THE GREAT WALL OF CHINA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;super junior! says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHAHAH HAHAHHAHAHHAAHAHHAHHAHh.&lt;br /&gt;super junior! says:&lt;br /&gt;OH YOU'RE REAL LONG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;super junior! says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHa&lt;br /&gt;super junior! says:&lt;br /&gt;" I AM HAM"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel&lt;br /&gt;says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA11!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mel says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE HAM!&lt;br /&gt;Mel says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;Mel says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU JUST ADMITTED IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;super junior! says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG WTH.&lt;br /&gt;super junior! says:&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT HAM.&lt;br /&gt;super junior! says:&lt;br /&gt;AND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU&lt;br /&gt;ARE HAM. I EAT YOU. YOURE DEAD.&lt;br /&gt;Mel says:&lt;br /&gt;YAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;super junior! says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHA I CONTAIN UHH&lt;br /&gt;super junior! says:&lt;br /&gt;UHH&lt;br /&gt;super junior! says:&lt;br /&gt;CHINA MILK. YOU DIE.&lt;br /&gt;super junior! says:&lt;br /&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;Mel says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;Mel says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;Mel says:&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Mel says:&lt;br /&gt;SINCE WHEN DOES HAM CONTAIN CHINA MILK&lt;br /&gt;Mel says:&lt;br /&gt;LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;super junior! says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHAHA CAUSE THE. PIG. DRINK THE MILK.&lt;br /&gt;super junior! says:&lt;br /&gt;AND THE PIG'S FROM CHINA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel says:&lt;br /&gt;LOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;Mel says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;Mel says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;Mel says:&lt;br /&gt;IM LAUGHING LIKE CRAZY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. We need to go out again, with AMANDA :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-830506784682314685?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/830506784682314685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=830506784682314685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/830506784682314685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/830506784682314685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/12/omg-im-so-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-6883722391630708182</id><published>2008-12-09T16:39:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:57:49.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;7th December (Sunday):&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went early. Esse, Deborah, Regine and Sarah were early too. Talked a bit and did Jasmin's card (it was her belated birthday) before going to Changi Airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277715827341584146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/ST42lRom5xI/AAAAAAAABIw/fHK2R6vDdSE/s400/CIMG0004+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pretty Christmas tree :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ate at mac, exchanged songs. Talked. Nothing much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Service was boring. I don't like Melvyn Mak. Talked about some random, irrelevant topic. Personally, I think he's just sucking up to Pastor Khong. My opinion. His sermon used to be much better than this. Speaking of which, I loved last week's sermon by Pastor Patrick Chew. A whole lot better than Melvyn Mak. More relevant too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/ST415FxyHBI/AAAAAAAABIg/fGQAkesUv4c/s1600-h/CIMG0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277715068244597778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/ST415FxyHBI/AAAAAAAABIg/fGQAkesUv4c/s400/CIMG0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enthralled by the awesomeness of my camera (although I'm still pissed by the fact that Madam Chua's camera was clearer :p)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/ST41h_MiFyI/AAAAAAAABIY/7XZHlSVSTDI/s1600-h/CIMG0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277714671340754722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/ST41h_MiFyI/AAAAAAAABIY/7XZHlSVSTDI/s400/CIMG0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahahaha, Lianne and I were bored. I told her I hardly knew which superhero was which (seriously, they are a whole lot confusing. all the "man"s. Ultraman, superman, spiderman, and god-knows-what-man-.-), and she drew them out for me. I laughed really hard. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Look at her drawings! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/ST4zK0QoFBI/AAAAAAAABII/gmdq5VxrEjA/s1600-h/CIMG0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277712074244887570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/ST4zK0QoFBI/AAAAAAAABII/gmdq5VxrEjA/s400/CIMG0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Esse agitated me by drawing Jaejoong (she knows I like DBSK) hideously. So I drew her idol Show Luo horrendously as well. At least I tried to. I'm sure he's a whole lot uglier than that :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Just joking. I have respect for him, 'cause he knows how to keep his hair short, unlike other idols, example Mike He, who apparently doesn't know how to.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/ST4yPCk-C7I/AAAAAAAABHg/xDe1UxIqnsQ/s1600-h/CIMG0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277711047296158642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/ST4yPCk-C7I/AAAAAAAABHg/xDe1UxIqnsQ/s400/CIMG0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SEE. ESSE DREW JAEJOONG. Stupid Esse-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/ST4vs3ka-vI/AAAAAAAABHY/4VsbK58HLpo/s1600-h/CIMG0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277708261202262770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/ST4vs3ka-vI/AAAAAAAABHY/4VsbK58HLpo/s400/CIMG0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After service. Bangs, bangs, bangs! :D (Extra Esse in action)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277711060514183650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/ST4yPz0ZGeI/AAAAAAAABHw/WZA4boXJk1c/s400/CIMG0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/ST4yPhkG6dI/AAAAAAAABHo/NcjHJfTLxds/s1600-h/CIMG0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277711055614044626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/ST4yPhkG6dI/AAAAAAAABHo/NcjHJfTLxds/s400/CIMG0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jasmin's birthday cake! Happy birthday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/ST4yQuJp_yI/AAAAAAAABIA/elhhMdrTyyE/s1600-h/3089312352_d47f4601ce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277711076172627746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/ST4yQuJp_yI/AAAAAAAABIA/elhhMdrTyyE/s400/3089312352_d47f4601ce.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bangs! (This is from Esse's camera :D)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/ST4yQGarU4I/AAAAAAAABH4/b4IrjYWBHs8/s1600-h/CIMG0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277711065506599810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/ST4yQGarU4I/AAAAAAAABH4/b4IrjYWBHs8/s400/CIMG0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guh. I am so jealous. I want braces, too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/ST4vsm5OMBI/AAAAAAAABHQ/oyCO2WsMs6Q/s1600-h/CIMG0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277708256726102034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/ST4vsm5OMBI/AAAAAAAABHQ/oyCO2WsMs6Q/s400/CIMG0022.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After service, sent Regine home, and I played with my camera in the car! The result is the above picture. Recognise the building? :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bought school shoes there, and the whole day just passed in a blur. Irritating sister never fails to annoy me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Talked to Vernice until 4am + in the night, and we did our Christmas wishlist together! :D It was fun, ahahaha. Vernice was being so funny with the whole "feat" thing. You know how they always say Blah blah &lt;em&gt;feat&lt;/em&gt; blah blah in those English songs? Well yeah. Vernice decided to use feat in our wishlist too, ahahah. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/ST4vsedkIQI/AAAAAAAABHI/zb5klb_7IjU/s1600-h/CIMG0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277708254462615810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/ST4vsedkIQI/AAAAAAAABHI/zb5klb_7IjU/s400/CIMG0025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See what I mean? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/ST4vrq7nzvI/AAAAAAAABHA/Fj042lRqITc/s1600-h/CIMG0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277708240630042354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/ST4vrq7nzvI/AAAAAAAABHA/Fj042lRqITc/s400/CIMG0026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You're not supposed to be able to see it :D There are two columns: Materials, and Non-materials. &lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;8th December (Monday):&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Public holiday! Woke up at 3pm-.- Seriously unhealthy. Got scolded, which I think I deserved. I'm trying to sleep earlier and wake up earlier now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to Heeren with Mummy, and had dinner there with my Ah Ma. My baby boy cousin was there as well, and he was so adorable! Big, doe eyes and all. I wonder why my sister was never this cute-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there was this really huge HMV at Heeren! With so many DBSK stuff, although I didn't buy much. Bought their "O" album only. Saw AADBSK and History in Japan there as well as their live tours! But AADBSK costed $140, and their live tours were like $50 each, so I didn't get them. Aw ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got BLG's album too! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/ST42lhF8k_I/AAAAAAAABI4/FHAVbYqXvvQ/s1600-h/CIMG0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277715831491171314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/ST42lhF8k_I/AAAAAAAABI4/FHAVbYqXvvQ/s400/CIMG0024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;Love my wall (: And my camera. And my mum, who gave them to me (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-6883722391630708182?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/6883722391630708182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=6883722391630708182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/6883722391630708182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/6883722391630708182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/12/7th-december-sunday-church-d-went-early.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/ST42lRom5xI/AAAAAAAABIw/fHK2R6vDdSE/s72-c/CIMG0004+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810415316026333655.post-7173820710968236258</id><published>2008-12-08T16:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:38:47.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;VERNICE IS GOING AWAY TODAY. TO MELBOURNE. FOREVER.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, not really. She isn't. Just 2 weeks? Yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'M GOING TO MISS YOU DEAR. SO SO SO SO MUCH. TWO WEEKS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am grief-stricken. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BUT BUT BUT.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GILAINE IS COMING BACK TOMORROW.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH YAY. {DANCES AROUND HAPPILY} &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicoley will finally have someone to scream to. I think she can hardly stand talking to me about SHINee :P (Although I did enjoy talking to you, Nicole :D) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VENETIA IS BACK TOO! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-7173820710968236258?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/7173820710968236258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=7173820710968236258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/7173820710968236258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/7173820710968236258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/12/vernice-is-going-away-today.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-2777441293763904622</id><published>2008-12-05T20:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T20:43:11.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[Edit: 8:42pm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny, isn't it, the human heart? To be able to feel sky high and then feel as if your whole heart is plunging into nothingness the next second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How something so seemingly trivial is able to trigger such weird emotions, I don't know. I don't even know what's wrong with me. If I told you you'd think I'm deranged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it means so much to me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-2777441293763904622?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/2777441293763904622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=2777441293763904622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/2777441293763904622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/2777441293763904622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-funny-isnt-it-human-heart-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-8455018026394775954</id><published>2008-12-05T01:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T20:37:49.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you Mummy, happy birthday ^^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was extremely enjoyable. Auntie Elsie and Liz came to pick my mum, my sissy and I up at approximately 11, and we drove to Vivocity. Spent the whole day there shopping and eating - talk about &lt;em&gt;life&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought my camera! But I didn't take much pictures since I didn't have a memory card yet and the built-in memory in the camera is horrible. Daddy bought one for me later though. I seriously feel so blessed sometimes. Right, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We basically just shopped around and exchanged Christmas presents. My mum bought Liz some really pretty vest that costed $80+ and my aunt bought me a dress from Pull and Bear that costed $80+ as well. Apparently those are our Christmas presents (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I absolutely adore Pull and Bear. Other than the dress I got, the stuff there are really gorgeous, although I think the guys' clothes were nicer than the girls'. Liz was saying how she'd get her future boyfriend to dress in Pull and Bear, to which I absolutely agree. I swear I almost wanted to get a guy's shirt the last time I was there, but my mum shooed me away, saying I was crazy. Sigh. Oh well. Oh I managed to get a potential dress for the wedding my cell was invited to on the first day of January. I'm excited for it! I can't remember the last time I attended a wedding - probably my parents', when I was what, six? Now I'll be attending this wedding with the cell, yay! And everyone will be all dressed up, so I can finally see people in dresses :D Totally can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Vivocity, I was extremely gluttony the entire day and I swear my stomach is loaded with Sakae Sushi, Swensons, Ice Cream and Dian Xiao Er (some chinese restaurant). I felt like a hundred kg after I was done with everything, but then again, the walking around the whole day probably balanced it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to blog about, so I shall end here. I'm sorry, my blogging muse is freeing away from my grasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275987639395361682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/STgSzf2DI5I/AAAAAAAABGw/HPaBwBLhrpw/s400/CIMG0002+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mel, Liz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/STgSzHimC7I/AAAAAAAABGo/10LUuueonpo/s1600-h/CIMG0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;PS: I'm extremely happy, I'm floating! &lt;em&gt;Thank you God, for the assurance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt; I take back my words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-8455018026394775954?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/8455018026394775954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=8455018026394775954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/8455018026394775954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/8455018026394775954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-you-mummy-happy-birthday-today.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/STgSzf2DI5I/AAAAAAAABGw/HPaBwBLhrpw/s72-c/CIMG0002+(3).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810415316026333655.post-3861706288032214581</id><published>2008-12-03T14:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T16:11:13.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/STY8nHhyoCI/AAAAAAAABGY/SPZ89Odobio/s1600-h/casio_ex-z1050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275470656244457506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/STY8nHhyoCI/AAAAAAAABGY/SPZ89Odobio/s400/casio_ex-z1050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GORGEOUS!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I meant the camera.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mummy got me a camera, and it's so sweet of her I felt so touched! I'm going to work hard next year, ma! (Don't I sound like such a mummy's girl, lol.) But really, I am touched she even remembered I wanted a camera! I merely made a passing comment about wanting one - a pink one - and she got it for me! I didn't bug her, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was extremely excited upon receiving the camera, and I started taking pictures of random things. I am so dazzled by the prettiness of the camera and the pictures it produces. I shall pray for the protection of my camera every night now, hahahha. Dear Lord, I don't know if I'd ever bring out. It's too precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, happiness was extremely transient-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I (*&amp;amp;()*&amp;amp;$#(@&amp;amp;#(*&amp;amp;)&amp;amp;#$(*&amp;amp;$#)&amp;amp;#(*&amp;amp;#)# LOST ALL MY PICTURES SDJAFJLSDKJFH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T KNOW HOW THE SHIT I MANAGED TO DO THAT. I HATE MY FINGERS. I DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY PRESSED. THEY GOT ALL DELETED. ALL MY $6 PHOTOS, LD, CELL, 1TRUTH, DBSK (OO:) AND ICONS AND DEVIANT ART... ETC ETC. ALL GONE!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the power of me, I proclaim myself the stupidest creature on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure an ant is smarter than me. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although there is definitely no bright side on this issue, I at the very least managed to retrieve half of my LD Sec4 Grad photos, 3 $6 pictures(-.-), the Sentosa photos, and 1Truth class photos as well as some other random shit scattered all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/STY-RUdq7uI/AAAAAAAABGg/DAYRHSAuNfI/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275472480782970594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/STY-RUdq7uI/AAAAAAAABGg/DAYRHSAuNfI/s400/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;My camera is awesome. &lt;em&gt;Thanks, mum&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Debate training today was awesome! As always. Martha is seriously scary. She does so well I am so intimidated. Okay, no. She's nice. I just ... have alot of catching up to do &gt;:[ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-3861706288032214581?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/3861706288032214581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=3861706288032214581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/3861706288032214581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/3861706288032214581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/12/gorgeous-i-meant-camera.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/STY8nHhyoCI/AAAAAAAABGY/SPZ89Odobio/s72-c/casio_ex-z1050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810415316026333655.post-1284374221473838812</id><published>2008-12-02T19:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T20:48:07.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Remind me why I spent $20 altogether for Winx Club?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I seriously don't know. I think it was a rash decision. Logical Melody would never in a million years agree to paying $20 for Winx Club, dear God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought my sister out to watch Winx Club today, together with Vernice and her younger brother, Verrick. Did some colouring thingy while waiting for Verny and her brother and ended up screwing up Minnie (Mouse). Her face ended up pink, and she had a red and green dress inspired by Verny who claimed that Minnie (Mouse) should be in the Christmas spirit, too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winx Club was ... amusing. And very, very bimbotic. Verny and I were "o.o" and "-.-" most of the time. My sissy claimed it was "awesome", though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down to Orchard next, in an attempt to find my mother a present for her upcoming birthday and, well, pass time. It was fun, yay. I love Verny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/STUdAYpxrhI/AAAAAAAABF4/UgMwMsfT4wg/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275154430989282834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/STUdAYpxrhI/AAAAAAAABF4/UgMwMsfT4wg/s400/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verny and Verrick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an extremely hard time trying to look for a present for my mum's birthday. What do you buy for a person who has everything? Contemplated getting her a fashion watch, but she already has a thousand different watches which, added together, could probably pay for braces, so I decided against it. Went around Orchard in circles and finally decided on getting her some cosmetics or facial care thingy, since they were the easiest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking around when I saw Anna Sui! It was so freaking pretty I couldn't resist but to look around. My first thought was: "Isn't this a little too young for Mum?" :D But it was extremely pretty, and I saw this limited edition 2008 Anna Sui Rouge Collection and the box and everything was so good looking I decided to get it for my Mum :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/STUdAR0lbwI/AAAAAAAABFw/0EtKKvuS1hM/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275154429155569410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/STUdAR0lbwI/AAAAAAAABFw/0EtKKvuS1hM/s400/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Even the outer box is so pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/STUdAZrMAMI/AAAAAAAABFo/rlmkqVa9gIU/s1600-h/Anna+Sui.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275154431263637698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/STUdAZrMAMI/AAAAAAAABFo/rlmkqVa9gIU/s400/Anna+Sui.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't it pretty! The picture doesn't do it justice, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;I got the purple one, 'cause the red one was apparently out of stock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/STUdAL6NBpI/AAAAAAAABFg/Y2mocxN9rAo/s1600-h/202111829_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275154427568522898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 384px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/STUdAL6NBpI/AAAAAAAABFg/Y2mocxN9rAo/s400/202111829_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; GOSH. By the way, the long thingy on the right can be used as a keychain (CHIO), and the thingy on the left (the small, roundish one) is a ring! Both black thingies are roses, if you cannot see. Both roses open up to different coloured rouges. If you take everything out, the box can actually be used to store jewellery! I know I've already established the fact that it looks really gorgeous, but I can't help but repeat myself, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/STUdAOptRMI/AAAAAAAABFY/vCuRLcdnCsU/s1600-h/202111838_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275154428304639170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/STUdAOptRMI/AAAAAAAABFY/vCuRLcdnCsU/s400/202111838_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/STUdL5hl4WI/AAAAAAAABGA/XELsAg2NUrk/s1600-h/202111854_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275154628791886178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/STUdL5hl4WI/AAAAAAAABGA/XELsAg2NUrk/s400/202111854_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The back of the keychain-rouge. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If I were rash enough, I'd buy one for myself, just for the sake of staring at it. Oh yes, right. The inevitable: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Guess how much it was?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;$84!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For two rouges. Isn't it a little overpriced? Well yes, I guess so. But it's Anna Sui, and the prettiness kind of makes up for it. They sold alot of other cosmetics as well, and they were all so gorgeous and irresistable. But I don't use cosmetics so buying them would be silly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my mother likes my present! Now I'll just have to worry over my Dad's present-.- It's really difficult to get presents for Dads, considering we're of opposite sexes. What do I get for a guy? A shaver? -.- Shermaine bought her Dad boxers, hahahhaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have something to rant about. Don't read on if you don't wish to. But I guess you'll just continue reading anyway, so whatever. (But seriously, if you don't know/like DBSK, you won't know what I'm talking about. So why do you even bother? Just go tag and leave the page :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a good Jaeho oneshot today, and there were 123 comments, most of which were "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JAEHO? O.O&lt;/span&gt;" or "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YOU'RE WRITING JAEHO??????!!!!?!?!"&lt;/span&gt; or "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OMG THIS IS THE FIRST JAEHO I READ THAT I ENJOYED&lt;/span&gt;". You know why? Because the person is a Yoosu writer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH POOP. I HATE YOU ALL &gt;:[ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so freaking unfair. I am a fan of both Yoosu and Jaeho, but I find it absolutely frustrating because Jaeho writers don't write as amazingly as Yoosu writers, and seriously, JAEHO DESERVES MORE THAN THAT. THEY ARE EVERY BIT AS SWEET AND CUTE AS YOOSU AND IT ISN'T FAIR THAT THEY ARE WRITTEN (NOT-SO-GOOD)LY AND THEREFORE EVERYONE IS JUMPING OVER TO THE YOOSU SIDE WHERE THE GRASS IS GREENER AND THEN THERE'LL BE MORE GREEN GRASS BECAUSE ALL THE GOOD WRITERS GO OVER THERE AND EVERYONE GOES LIKE "OH YOOSU IS BETTER AND SWEETER HAHAHAHAHAHAH". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it becomes a continuous cycle-.-&lt;br /&gt;And I am in no way putting down Jaeho writers - in case you are a Jaeho writer and happen to miraculously stumble upon my page, or your brother or sister or mother or father or grandparents are Jaeho writers - and I know most of you will be thinking: "Why don't you go write yourself then, since you think you're so good!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is, honey(s), I don't think I'm good. I'm just saying that I hate it when people go like "OMGOMGOMGOGM YUNJAE JAEHO! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FIRST&lt;/span&gt; GOOD JAEHO FIC I READ, AHAHAAHA" when they read Jaeho fics. And what is more, the writer who effortlessly conceive the good &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jaeho&lt;/span&gt; fic is, in fact, a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yoosu&lt;/span&gt; writer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:[ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Sorry, I know it's not easy to read with all the caps lock and stuff, but small letters just don't seem to convey the frustration and anger &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/810415316026333655-1284374221473838812?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/1284374221473838812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=1284374221473838812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/1284374221473838812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/1284374221473838812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/12/remind-me-why-i-spent-20-altogether-for.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/STUdAYpxrhI/AAAAAAAABF4/UgMwMsfT4wg/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810415316026333655.post-4866674639123445515</id><published>2008-11-30T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T23:06:46.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes I know this is going to be my first proper post in a long time - I'm sorry, alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well actually, no. I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. I'm seriously tired, but I figured my blog is in desperate need of an update. So yeah. No pictures, just words. Deal with it. At least until Santa grants me my Christmas wish of a pretty camera. (I know I sound materialistic, but I didn't whine for it, okay? I just want it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum went berserk this morning. Okay, no. She's been berserk the whole day. And you and I all know what that is equivalent to - unreasonable-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Lord, seriously. She scolded me for waking up late, and then started screaming about divorce (I sound pretty much nonchalent now, but I was shit scared earlier). And then she scolded me after I reached home about 9.30pm for not being able to "present a fact clearly". She meant my speaking, if you didn't catch on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to church today. Enjoyed it, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had combined cell. Basically we just combined our cell with another guy group cell. It was uneventful. Worship was awesome, and I had fun passing notes with Lianne in between sermon. I did pay attention, though! Tried my best to, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Rane's church event afterward (Daddy sent me :) And met Shermaine there. The rest ($6) were supposed to go, but they bailed out on us. But it was cool, I had fun. Kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rane was all made up and she looked great! Pretty pretty (: Shermaine came later than me and she was all afraid, 'cause she apparently has this phobia of new people-.- Forgive me, I am exaggerating, but seriously, she was going all chicken 'cause there were lots of people around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was fun seeing her after not being able to meet up for so long. Made me realise how much I missed her. More like arguing with her :D We used to sit next to each other in primary six, and we argue most all the time, over silly things like pens and correction tapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rane's performance was great. Retro-themed. She didn't win though O: The other team (also retro-themed) did. Couldn't understand why, but whatever. In my opinion, most judges have horrible judement. Talk about ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked over to North Point for dinner with Shermaine after everything ended, and we were laughing all the way 'cause North Point is unfortunately, and annoyingly under major construction and it was a pain to get around. We walked through desserts and jungles just to get to the food court, and she ended up deciding to eat Mcdonalds instead-.- Pigged out at Mcdonalds and talked and laughed for quite long before leaving together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, I miss Shermaine so much. We need that sleepover now. Haven't gone out with $6 at all this holiday! Goodness. But I guess we'll have to wait until Gilaine comes back from Bratislava. OH YES, GILAINE IS BACK, YAY. She got sick halfway in Taiwan! Not surprised. But she's going off again ): Oh and did I mention Venetia is gone too? She went to uh, Malaysia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm going to do my dedications, and then go and call Vernice and go sleep. DBSK updates can wait for tomorrow. Speaking of tomorrow, I have French tomorrow. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274461919256989250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/STKnK5ajTkI/AAAAAAAABFA/gQvNc9EkSOQ/s400/Image069.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NICOLE TAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My dearest clowney best friend. She's ridiculously funny and weird. Everything she does evoke loud guffawing. Obviously the mood-maker of $6, she is somewhat a milder version of Gilaine, so they basically eat each other up most of the time. She likes Fred and George! And for a period of time she was trying to obsess Kat-tun, which ended up an utter failure. She's in love with SHINee now, and I think she still has heart for DBSK. Despite all that, she's really nice to talk to and I think without her, six dollars will die of nolaughteritis. I never thought in a million years that she'd be my best friend, but she is, and I can't imagine life without her. I'm proud to have her as my bestie, especially when people gush about how funny/nice she is (example is Vernice) :D We both learn French, and one day we'll tour France together with $6 :D&lt;br /&gt;Oh and those who are interested in her, too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She's already married to Wuzun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:D :D :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;PS: I am currently not speaking to Nicole because she called Robert Pattison a patsy, hmph. He's handsome okay. He has character, unlike those typical pretty boys &gt;:[     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-4866674639123445515?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/4866674639123445515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=4866674639123445515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/4866674639123445515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/4866674639123445515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/11/yes-i-know-this-is-going-to-be-my-first.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/STKnK5ajTkI/AAAAAAAABFA/gQvNc9EkSOQ/s72-c/Image069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810415316026333655.post-4973634996197726281</id><published>2008-11-29T05:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T06:03:51.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's just like me to screw up and not sleep despite knowing I'll have a long day ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's bloody 6 am in the morning and I am supposed to get up in one hour's time. I lay in bed for almost two hours before I slept a mere bit for about... two hours? Yeah, great. I love myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to go to VJ for debate competition (I'm not competing) and here I am, wasting my time away on the computer because I cannot bloody get myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-4973634996197726281?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/4973634996197726281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=4973634996197726281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/4973634996197726281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/4973634996197726281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-just-like-me-to-screw-up-and-not.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-1757223908914248574</id><published>2008-11-23T17:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T17:37:56.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything in my life has just been expected so much of that I'm so afraid of failing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need affirmation. I need it so badly. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God can you hear me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-1757223908914248574?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/1757223908914248574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=1757223908914248574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/1757223908914248574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/1757223908914248574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/11/everything-in-my-life-has-just-been.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-2132303618180067115</id><published>2008-11-22T23:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T00:03:25.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quick update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to post about, except dance class is really getting boring. Everything's going at such a slow pace I swear I can just sleep. And I really cannot stand the class now that there's so many people. Seriously. And Pat keeps praising random people, when they're not even good. Whatever, interpret this however you want to. I'm pissed not because he's not praising me or whatever shit you've got in your head, but I'm pissed because the class doesn't seem competitive and serious. Like it's just a "hehe let's try hip-hop, giggle giggle" class. I really don't like it like that. I want a class that makes me sweat, that I'm waaaaaaaaay lousier in. It'll be a huge bruise to my ego, but who cares. At least I learn something. I'm not saying I'm too good for the class. And I'm sure I suck since I still randomly forget my steps and all. But I just want something that's of higher standard, where everyone is at least goaled towards learning and being better, and not going there to giggle and get praises from Pat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, no dedications this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm way too angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'll miss you Gilaine! (And I miss you, six dollars!)&lt;br /&gt;PPS: Contemplating creating a facebook account ... hm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-2132303618180067115?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/2132303618180067115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=2132303618180067115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/2132303618180067115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/2132303618180067115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/11/quick-update.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-7801703396567241409</id><published>2008-11-19T21:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:33:10.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've got a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Millions other share it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Millions other are closer to it than I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Right now, my dream is what but a dream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Unattainable, out of reach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMOKING!JAE AND SMOKING!(YOO)CHUN ARE SO HOT. (Omg, Melanie thought it was Wu Chun-,- Yuck.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, before I continue, please understand this is &lt;em&gt;purely fictional&lt;/em&gt;, and I am utterly against smoking. In real life, that is. Smokers are stupid, and hell, never will I go near one. But I guess my life is full of irony, henceforth my attraction to &lt;em&gt;fictional&lt;/em&gt; smoking!jae and smoking!chun. Or perhaps it is more of an attraction to the words that the authors so cleverly weave that make them exceedingly attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading smoking!jae and smoking!chun has inspired me to write something (although I didn't). The rainy weather helps too. It turns on my lyrical side. Yet, when I opened the window to better listen and watch the rain while trying to think of something to write, I fell asleep. And I didn't wake up until Vernice called me at approximately 9 pm, when the rain has subsided almost completely. See what I mean when I say my sleeping patterns are awry? Plus, I really felt like killing myself since I missed the rain ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to Venetia and Vernice in one conversation before that, and Venetia said something really cute, so I shall post it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Melo says: ITS RAINING&lt;br /&gt;Melo says: i feel like sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Melo says: it's raining it's falling, the old man is snoring. he went to bed and bumped his head and couldn't wake up in the morning ~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;venetia says: *shakes mel* are you ok O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melo says: I WANNA SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;venetia says: rain rain go away come again another day i don't want mel to go away rain rain go away ((((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melo says: aw. that's so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SOMEONE GIVE ME A CREDIT CARD!!!!!!!!!! says: lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Nicole is trying to fangirl over Kat-tun, who is starting to rub off on her. Well, she has my full support, but I think fangirling over Farty is more worth it. And stupid Nicole paired me up with Ueda, this weird guy with really awful lips. But you know what, I shall not insult God's creation, as Ziting would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, I miss Ziting ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was telling Nicole about the Yunjae glomp that has gotten the whole Yunjae fandom world crazy. And she said something really funny:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Nicole (: says:&lt;br /&gt;i don't exactly feel like entering the yunjae fandom thingy world yet&lt;br /&gt;Nicole (: says:&lt;br /&gt;but it feels so cold and out not to obsess over them&lt;br /&gt;Nicole(: says:&lt;br /&gt;why are we so small???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, I love Nicole :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, since there's nothing to blog about, here comes dedication time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270376413017498434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSQjbIqBY0I/AAAAAAAABE4/-30uO1GLvk8/s400/Cny+Outing+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gilaine Ng (girl in purple), my best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the picture, my best friend(s), six dollars: Nicole, Melanie, Gilaine, Rane, Shermaine, Me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There are so many things to say I don't know where to start. For one, I've not always been the best best friend, but she makes up for it. Her effort and love put into this relationship is enough for the both of us. Sometimes, I neglect. Sometimes, I disregard. Sometimes, I take for granted. But she has always been there, and I'd like to think she'll always be there. Our vast differences have gotten in the way at one time or another, but then again they are the reason we're still together. Her incessant rambling, her bubbly personality and her illogical, unthinking ways are things I've grown used to over the years, and if one day were to be taken away, I shall feel amiss. She talks enough for the both of us, and while she dishes out, I listen. She keeps me occupied and I keep her level headed. They say opposites attract, and in the case of our relationship, it hasn't been more true. She's the Jae to my Yun, the Su to my Yoo, the Juliet to my Romeo and the Melanie to my Nicole (LOL) I'm sorry I've made you cry, I'm sorry I've made you distressed. But then again, you'll always be my best friend. I love you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Gah, I'm such a sappy idiot, I feel like killing myself. But I guess it needs to be said. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I shall dedicate to Nicole next post! Yay, Nicoley.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;:D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;PS: Vernice is brisk walking around her room, in an attempt to lose weight. It's so funny and cute I feel like hugging her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-7801703396567241409?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/7801703396567241409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=7801703396567241409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/7801703396567241409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/7801703396567241409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-got-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSQjbIqBY0I/AAAAAAAABE4/-30uO1GLvk8/s72-c/Cny+Outing+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810415316026333655.post-1887094955451875447</id><published>2008-11-18T20:18:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T12:17:03.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Extremely fun, yet horribly exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, fun overrules. There weren't many people present, but it was a ton fun, and I really enjoyed it, as did everyone who was present. Except perhaps those two who'd rather go &lt;em&gt;shoopinnngggg&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venetia ran a fever halfway, most likely from her wet shirt; her immune system is seriously low. Everyone fussed over her, and I bought her panadol, a bottle of water, as well as a tube of mentos to wash down the bitter taste. Believe it or not, altogether costed me $7. And being Venetia, she wasn't able to swallow it. Irony? On the packet states: "For easy swallowing"-.- I forced her to swallow it though, and she chewed it in the end, together with half a bottle of water, and two sweets. She was on the verge of throwing up ): &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Get well soon, Venetia!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we didn't do much. Biked a little, threw sand at one another and got one another wet, all between a lot of wading and talking. It was incredibly enjoyable - kudos to all who made this possible, as well as those who came, despite us not exactly following schedule and planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I was extremely happy because I found out who I've been &lt;em&gt;trying to love&lt;/em&gt; (a nicer way of saying dislike) has not annoyed only me, in fact, most of the rest as well. I know it's mean and all, and I try. But I've been trying for the whole year, and it just feels good to let it out, you know? Well sure, go on and act as if you've never disliked someone before - I won't believe you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane and I "discovered" this really cool place where you could see the whole of palawan beach. Well using the word "discovered" would be technically wrong, since we weren't the first ones who found it; tourists overwhelm that place. Although in a sense, we were the first ones to ponder upon it among the Truth gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, my blogging seems to have lost it's structure. But hey, whatever. I'm tired - my eyes are bloodshot, I am sunburnt, and my whole body aches and protests with somnolence. Gah, and my eyes feel as if they're encased in 50 kg weight. Although this isn't a very good excuse, but deal with it at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures! (There are 50 odd pictures, but I didn't bother to upload all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSK1jABGoFI/AAAAAAAABEg/g23olKBAAZs/s1600-h/Viva+La+Vida%E2%99%A5+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269974126881579090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSK1jABGoFI/AAAAAAAABEg/g23olKBAAZs/s400/Viva+La+Vida%E2%99%A5+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The final picture we took. (Sorry, it's in horrible arrangement)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSK1i4fjh5I/AAAAAAAABEY/fVCF48-GmVw/s1600-h/Viva+La+Vida%E2%99%A5+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269974124861818770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSK1i4fjh5I/AAAAAAAABEY/fVCF48-GmVw/s400/Viva+La+Vida%E2%99%A5+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Windy, Melissa and Venetia weren't here to join us - they were on the Luge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSK1iadBTQI/AAAAAAAABEQ/LVcMwNSVyEE/s1600-h/%E2%99%A5+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269974116798123266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSK1iadBTQI/AAAAAAAABEQ/LVcMwNSVyEE/s400/%E2%99%A5+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jane was repeating her utterly retarded joke, and obviously it didn't succeed.&lt;br /&gt;Look at Vivian and Windy's expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSK1iJAR3eI/AAAAAAAABEI/4SCfozplc0Q/s1600-h/%E2%99%A5+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269974112114171362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSK1iJAR3eI/AAAAAAAABEI/4SCfozplc0Q/s400/%E2%99%A5+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Only Zhen Hui got scared and shrieked. Venetia's "-.-" face is priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSK04kNmJlI/AAAAAAAABDY/l1IdaFnhAYQ/s1600-h/%E2%99%A5+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269973397863278162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSK04kNmJlI/AAAAAAAABDY/l1IdaFnhAYQ/s400/%E2%99%A5+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jane, Amanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSK04RtECII/AAAAAAAABDQ/okaRHI_4yA8/s1600-h/%E2%99%A5+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269973392894986370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSK04RtECII/AAAAAAAABDQ/okaRHI_4yA8/s400/%E2%99%A5+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you can actually see, we're doing the Titanic thing. Amanda is Rose, and I'm Jack.&lt;br /&gt;"Rose, do you trust me?"&lt;br /&gt;"I trust you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSK03wOCQ1I/AAAAAAAABDI/FnN2t2htEpA/s1600-h/%E2%99%A5+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269973383906476882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSK03wOCQ1I/AAAAAAAABDI/FnN2t2htEpA/s400/%E2%99%A5+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amanda, Melody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSK03twJpVI/AAAAAAAABDA/zrbWbkrHf4w/s1600-h/%E2%99%A5+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269973383244260690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSK03twJpVI/AAAAAAAABDA/zrbWbkrHf4w/s400/%E2%99%A5+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Melody, Jane. Don't we look awesome jumping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSK03WJHsTI/AAAAAAAABC4/xqt1L6FoXRQ/s1600-h/%E2%99%A5+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269973376906539314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSK03WJHsTI/AAAAAAAABC4/xqt1L6FoXRQ/s400/%E2%99%A5+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yay, this one's better. Amanda, Melody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSK0hVm_UMI/AAAAAAAABCw/_DIsGSUqM68/s1600-h/%E2%99%A5+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269972998806261954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSK0hVm_UMI/AAAAAAAABCw/_DIsGSUqM68/s400/%E2%99%A5+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mel, Jane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSK0hIbIA8I/AAAAAAAABCo/aFbh5N5D7w0/s1600-h/%E2%99%A5+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269972995266839490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSK0hIbIA8I/AAAAAAAABCo/aFbh5N5D7w0/s400/%E2%99%A5+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amanda, Mel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSK0g4BsllI/AAAAAAAABCg/RqOtlv0y7E4/s1600-h/%E2%99%A5+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269972990865217106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSK0g4BsllI/AAAAAAAABCg/RqOtlv0y7E4/s400/%E2%99%A5+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sorry, I look retarded. And this bridge is seriously cool. Reminds me of Vancouver's Capilano Bridge I experienced years ago. Far from this pathetic Palawan Beach one, but I somehow made that weird connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSK0gidFglI/AAAAAAAABCY/eJ7VyJdbyMo/s1600-h/%E2%99%A5+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269972985074516562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSK0gidFglI/AAAAAAAABCY/eJ7VyJdbyMo/s400/%E2%99%A5+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amanda is for once taller than me. Her dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSK0gCS-8WI/AAAAAAAABCQ/VKzFT4dnpM8/s1600-h/%E2%99%A5+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269972976442208610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSK0gCS-8WI/AAAAAAAABCQ/VKzFT4dnpM8/s400/%E2%99%A5+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doesn't Amanda look like a Philippino maid? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSK0LbHIdAI/AAAAAAAABCI/QEO0iy9kqwM/s1600-h/%E2%99%A5+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269972622326133762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSK0LbHIdAI/AAAAAAAABCI/QEO0iy9kqwM/s400/%E2%99%A5+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spaaaaaaaaassss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSK0LA2EhQI/AAAAAAAABCA/XTIvFqfsZ3U/s1600-h/%E2%99%A5+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269972615275250946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSK0LA2EhQI/AAAAAAAABCA/XTIvFqfsZ3U/s400/%E2%99%A5+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jane, Melo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSK0K59Xq1I/AAAAAAAABB4/cOrJNWWLnb0/s1600-h/%E2%99%A5+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269972613426817874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSK0K59Xq1I/AAAAAAAABB4/cOrJNWWLnb0/s400/%E2%99%A5+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My photography skills rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSK0KmgSfSI/AAAAAAAABBw/5zabUCa3OOw/s1600-h/%E2%99%A5+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269972608204569890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSK0KmgSfSI/AAAAAAAABBw/5zabUCa3OOw/s400/%E2%99%A5+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doesn't it look awesome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSK0KXKVxMI/AAAAAAAABBo/3WSBXBxq3Xg/s1600-h/%E2%99%A5+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269972604085978306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSK0KXKVxMI/AAAAAAAABBo/3WSBXBxq3Xg/s400/%E2%99%A5+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Melo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSKz1AULcsI/AAAAAAAABBg/iuQzjz8LETA/s1600-h/%E2%99%A5+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269972237175976642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSKz1AULcsI/AAAAAAAABBg/iuQzjz8LETA/s400/%E2%99%A5+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSKz009GtoI/AAAAAAAABBY/miVjbRX4Hj0/s1600-h/%E2%99%A5+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269972234126407298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSKz009GtoI/AAAAAAAABBY/miVjbRX4Hj0/s400/%E2%99%A5+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jane on the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSKz0Mn05zI/AAAAAAAABBQ/vok18IN-zZY/s1600-h/%E2%99%A5+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269972223299741490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSKz0Mn05zI/AAAAAAAABBQ/vok18IN-zZY/s400/%E2%99%A5+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two cute doggies, learning how to swim. I adore dogs, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSKzz5fubzI/AAAAAAAABBI/Lggwl6OvbUg/s1600-h/%E2%99%A5+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269972218165489458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSKzz5fubzI/AAAAAAAABBI/Lggwl6OvbUg/s400/%E2%99%A5+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSKzzVqD30I/AAAAAAAABBA/_U9qe8UWB2E/s1600-h/%E2%99%A5+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269972208545161026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSKzzVqD30I/AAAAAAAABBA/_U9qe8UWB2E/s400/%E2%99%A5+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSKzifgn8II/AAAAAAAABA4/42JJYsDmmBU/s1600-h/%E2%99%A5+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269971919132160130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSKzifgn8II/AAAAAAAABA4/42JJYsDmmBU/s400/%E2%99%A5+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yik Yan, Rachel, Jennifer, Jane, Melody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSKziTKVL6I/AAAAAAAABAw/7tjdX900JDk/s1600-h/%E2%99%A5+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269971915817430946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSKziTKVL6I/AAAAAAAABAw/7tjdX900JDk/s400/%E2%99%A5+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSKziLJu_FI/AAAAAAAABAo/3Rs3wTi9P1w/s1600-h/%E2%99%A5+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269971913667443794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSKziLJu_FI/AAAAAAAABAo/3Rs3wTi9P1w/s400/%E2%99%A5+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jane, Lydia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSKzh4oU6cI/AAAAAAAABAg/9MjENApI8i0/s1600-h/%E2%99%A5+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269971908695484866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSKzh4oU6cI/AAAAAAAABAg/9MjENApI8i0/s400/%E2%99%A5+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lydia, my awesome first term partner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSKzhz_pt4I/AAAAAAAABAY/KY-1Dd0rJyU/s1600-h/%E2%99%A5+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269971907451139970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSKzhz_pt4I/AAAAAAAABAY/KY-1Dd0rJyU/s400/%E2%99%A5+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Melo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSKy64gooMI/AAAAAAAABAQ/RnYN7dTwwfA/s1600-h/%E2%99%A5+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269971238648324290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSKy64gooMI/AAAAAAAABAQ/RnYN7dTwwfA/s400/%E2%99%A5+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSKy67UwlFI/AAAAAAAABAI/Mdmaf7NkzNY/s1600-h/%E2%99%A5+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269971239403820114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSKy67UwlFI/AAAAAAAABAI/Mdmaf7NkzNY/s400/%E2%99%A5+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSKy6O_HFBI/AAAAAAAABAA/J4uWyALFGcg/s1600-h/%E2%99%A5+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269971227501859858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSKy6O_HFBI/AAAAAAAABAA/J4uWyALFGcg/s400/%E2%99%A5+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lesbo Jane and Melo. Princess Diaries inspired "leg pop".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSKy6Bep_XI/AAAAAAAAA_4/0pFTn9uBUgs/s1600-h/%E2%99%A5+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269971223876074866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSKy6Bep_XI/AAAAAAAAA_4/0pFTn9uBUgs/s400/%E2%99%A5+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jane, Jennifer, Rachel, Melo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSKy5l5O3MI/AAAAAAAAA_w/cMGqSRTJ4jo/s1600-h/%E2%99%A5+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269971216471350466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSKy5l5O3MI/AAAAAAAAA_w/cMGqSRTJ4jo/s400/%E2%99%A5+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love, that's what. (Jane is extra)&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 align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too tired to do dedications today, sorry! &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;/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;/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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSOTMRvmkLI/AAAAAAAABEw/yp1NEDpo0as/s1600-h/%E2%99%A5+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270217828084388018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSOTMRvmkLI/AAAAAAAABEw/yp1NEDpo0as/s400/%E2%99%A5+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-1887094955451875447?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/1887094955451875447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=1887094955451875447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/1887094955451875447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/1887094955451875447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/11/extremely-fun-yet-horribly-exhausting.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSK1jABGoFI/AAAAAAAABEg/g23olKBAAZs/s72-c/Viva+La+Vida%E2%99%A5+070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810415316026333655.post-5008259870429250267</id><published>2008-11-17T22:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:21:35.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I LOVE ELDDS. I LOVE ELDDS. I LOVE ELDDS. I LOVE ELDDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, but I really do. I love the seniors, I love the Sec 1s. I am eternally glad that I made the right decision in choosing my CCA. &lt;em&gt;Thank you, God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 4 graduation today. It was extremely, superbly fun. Lots of pictures were taken, but I shall merely upload some. I enjoyed it, I really did. Especially towards the end where we were simply taking pictures, dancing, and singing (at the top of our lungs) around the drama studio to songs like Hot and Cold and Check Yes Juliet, which was being played on the laptop which is connected to the speakers and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched SN and NJC debate spa after that, before I left for French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSGClFny9iI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/NLrZIA6jfw4/s1600-h/DSC00100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269636612676056610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSGClFny9iI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/NLrZIA6jfw4/s400/DSC00100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I pole danced with a mop. That was how high the atmosphere was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSGCk-syTII/AAAAAAAAA_Q/RX7n_2e0FM8/s1600-h/Viva+La+Vida%E2%99%A5+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269636610817936514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSGCk-syTII/AAAAAAAAA_Q/RX7n_2e0FM8/s400/Viva+La+Vida%E2%99%A5+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mummy, Narrator, and Ah Mao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSGCkoHKycI/AAAAAAAAA_I/M8RzF-2yaFE/s1600-h/Viva+La+Vida%E2%99%A5+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269636604754577858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSGCkoHKycI/AAAAAAAAA_I/M8RzF-2yaFE/s400/Viva+La+Vida%E2%99%A5+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vernice, Esther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSGCkFr5k9I/AAAAAAAAA_A/E-b-KaZdgeY/s1600-h/Viva+La+Vida%E2%99%A5+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269636595513398226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSGCkFr5k9I/AAAAAAAAA_A/E-b-KaZdgeY/s400/Viva+La+Vida%E2%99%A5+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ah Mao, China Person, Narrator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSGCGaiBhHI/AAAAAAAAA-4/L_cRBszNFng/s1600-h/DSC00098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269636085713044594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSGCGaiBhHI/AAAAAAAAA-4/L_cRBszNFng/s400/DSC00098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vernice says: "YOU STOLE MY MICKY YOOCHUN!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSGCGAhHMxI/AAAAAAAAA-w/OX94dyMnyI0/s1600-h/DSC00099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269636078729900818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSGCGAhHMxI/AAAAAAAAA-w/OX94dyMnyI0/s400/DSC00099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Esther says: "Heeeeeeee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSGCF6gOWVI/AAAAAAAAA-o/c-G6KBvWdtA/s1600-h/DSC00078000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269636077115562322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSGCF6gOWVI/AAAAAAAAA-o/c-G6KBvWdtA/s400/DSC00078000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSGCFlKigrI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/vj1sVT14ED4/s1600-h/DSC00096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269636071387464370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSGCFlKigrI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/vj1sVT14ED4/s400/DSC00096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rockstar! (Okay, doesn't really look like it, does it.)&lt;br /&gt;Chasing Cars was playing at that time, and it reminded me of Jon Leong. Sudden inspiration :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSGBijkU1eI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/V7D4DUNe1HM/s1600-h/DSC00087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269635469663327714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSGBijkU1eI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/V7D4DUNe1HM/s400/DSC00087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Melody, Jamie, Vernice, Amanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSGBii18f-I/AAAAAAAAA-I/CpCy4UbOxrc/s1600-h/DSC00084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269635469468794850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSGBii18f-I/AAAAAAAAA-I/CpCy4UbOxrc/s400/DSC00084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shutter shades fetish - Yanning, Mel, Esther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSGBiDLnmQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/Zxf-yvGnpLk/s1600-h/DSC00086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269635460969765122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSGBiDLnmQI/AAAAAAAAA-A/Zxf-yvGnpLk/s400/DSC00086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSGBiH5oaSI/AAAAAAAAA94/oLWfpSF-9NI/s1600-h/DSC00063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269635462236498210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSGBiH5oaSI/AAAAAAAAA94/oLWfpSF-9NI/s400/DSC00063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Xu Yanning. Star of the show :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSGBiJqoJZI/AAAAAAAAA9w/XzF2y9OpTf8/s1600-h/DSC00075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269635462710437266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSGBiJqoJZI/AAAAAAAAA9w/XzF2y9OpTf8/s400/DSC00075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have the coolest senior (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSGBOi8_Y_I/AAAAAAAAA9o/iCBnkTG3V6U/s1600-h/DSC00070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269635125900960754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSGBOi8_Y_I/AAAAAAAAA9o/iCBnkTG3V6U/s400/DSC00070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Debate team!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSGBOTWydnI/AAAAAAAAA9g/J1UD_hAcfuQ/s1600-h/DSC00069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269635121714198130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSGBOTWydnI/AAAAAAAAA9g/J1UD_hAcfuQ/s400/DSC00069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What is love without them &lt;3&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSGBOKQ24nI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/DzqMoVAhZOs/s1600-h/DSC00068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269635119273402994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSGBOKQ24nI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/DzqMoVAhZOs/s400/DSC00068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drama wing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSGBN9-TplI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/RICnEcX03EM/s1600-h/DSC00067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269635115974370898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSGBN9-TplI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/RICnEcX03EM/s400/DSC00067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Debate wing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSGBNQ_KJ3I/AAAAAAAAA9I/lhTTOkmB3xY/s1600-h/DSC00066.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love ELDDS, don't you? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes. You all know what time it is now. So chorus with me, will you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DDEEEDDICCCAATTIOONNN TIME! &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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSGHNx2sX7I/AAAAAAAAA_o/wd28xVifbBM/s1600-h/Viva+La+Vida%E2%99%A5+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269641709790977970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSGHNx2sX7I/AAAAAAAAA_o/wd28xVifbBM/s400/Viva+La+Vida%E2%99%A5+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;VERNICE HENG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the most dedicated DBSK fan I've ever seen, I swear. It gets to a point where I get scared. Bad mouth Micky Yoochun in front of her, and she'll bite you. She's my sister wife, since we're both wives of the pig Venetia and I love her truckloads, despite her random-ness. We spend hours talking at night, and she takes pleasure in dragging the three syllables of my name. MEHHHHHHH-LOOOOHHHHHH-DYYYYYYYYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;Although we just got to know each other late this year, we're exceptionally close, mostly because she's so easy to talk to, and her insanity is infectious. Talking to her and Venetia at the same time will make you sweat. When they fangirl, everyone within a ten meter radius dies :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;P/S: Class outing tomorrow! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-5008259870429250267?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/5008259870429250267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=5008259870429250267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/5008259870429250267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/5008259870429250267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-eldds.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSGClFny9iI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/NLrZIA6jfw4/s72-c/DSC00100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810415316026333655.post-3161474178252752936</id><published>2008-11-16T21:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T23:12:58.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hello and welcome to Melody's world of thumbs and mouths. Oh and jaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was just random and uncalled for. People who know what I'm talking about, good for you. Those who don't, too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was happy-christmas-tree time today - we set up the tree, as we have dutifully done the years before. This year's theme is red and gold. Traditional, yay. I much prefer traditional to weird colours like purple (goodness-,-) and white, although white does look somewhat grand. I hung up my traditional ballerina bear-bear! It has been a tradition for me to hang it onto the Christmass tree for years, ever since I was just a little kid of 6. I still remembered my big dream pounding so loudly in my heart that I shall be a dancer one day! Well, now that I've grown up, nothing really has changed, except the fact that I've grasped on better to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regine came over today after Youth service, and I was welcoming her, with much affection, into my world of thumbs, mouths, chests, hot dancing/singing, and jaws. (Once again, if you haven't the least idea what I'm talking about, that's your problem, no?) Just sent her home though. And maybe, just maybe, I might be going to Malaysia with her! Or maybe not. I don't know. In fact, I don't exactly feel comfortable around her family :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, I have French tomorrow. And apparently LD's Sec four graduation isn't going to allow me to miss it. Sigh. I love French, I really do. It's just ... at the same time, I really want to come home and read. Speaking of which, I purchased two new books today at the MPH fair at expo! Was exceptionally happy and smiley as a result, no matter the money I spent. Oh and I forgot to mention sermon! It was an impressive sermon, a first in a long time coming from Pastor Lawrence. It spoke of excellence and the curse of mediocrity (is there even such a word?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to blog about, sorry. My entries have taken a turn - it's headed for "bore".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Yet another of my lousy attempt to crack a joke. Forgive me. I shall move on to dedications then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSAtRE0XjpI/AAAAAAAAA9A/es91PCWCtzw/s1600-h/Viva+La+Vida%E2%99%A5+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269261335397895826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSAtRE0XjpI/AAAAAAAAA9A/es91PCWCtzw/s400/Viva+La+Vida%E2%99%A5+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Spastic Short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nothing to say, except that I love her very much. She's the best partner I've ever had. She took in my mood swings, my weird behavior, my singing, my tantrum ... everything. She let me steal her calculator, she taught me Maths, she let me talk to her about deep stuff, she listened on to my drone and drone about random issues that pop up. Forever the smartass, and forever the quiet and forlorn looking girl. She's weird most of the time, though. And has this funny hand action thingy which I absolutely cannot comprehend why she does. Have I mentioned how she's also vertically inclined? (: Whatever it is, my sec 1 life just wouldn't be the same without her in it (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I enjoy doing dedications! And I'll make sure to give everyone one,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I promise (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;PS: I love my mummy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-3161474178252752936?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/3161474178252752936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=3161474178252752936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/3161474178252752936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/3161474178252752936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-and-welcome-to-melodys-world-of.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SSAtRE0XjpI/AAAAAAAAA9A/es91PCWCtzw/s72-c/Viva+La+Vida%E2%99%A5+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810415316026333655.post-3210109104332994067</id><published>2008-11-15T22:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T00:00:51.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I am his muse, and he is my melody. His heart is my stage, and my voice is his soul."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not mine, obviously -&lt;br /&gt;Read it somewhere, and I found it sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance class was creepy today.&lt;br /&gt;I was extremely reluctant to go, considering that Gilaine and Garyl weren't going; apparently they were shopping for winter clothing for Gilaine, who's fortunately leaving for Pratislava with choir in approximately a week's time. Venetia told me to pretend she was there with me, lol :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance class was &lt;em&gt;exceptionally&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;exceedingly&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;alarmingly&lt;/em&gt; crowded. I was awfully frightened; it was practically a sea of new faces. Some of them, especially those cliquish ones, appeared to be terrifyingly intimidating. I could swear upon my life I was the youngest there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this girl, alone, who seemed to come across as particularly nervous, hence my initiative to go up to speak with her. She appeared extremely friendly, and told me it was her first in this class, afterwhich proceeding to tell me she came from Nanyang and was from Dance Society. I wasn't surprised; she looked poised. Apparently though, she was more cut out for ballet, and was here to "get hip hop", as quoted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that Patrick was in a good mood today (random realisation: he is in a good mood everytime a new semester begins), and felt slightly better. My horror was further heightened when everyone stepped into class. There were so, so many people. Can I even describe how many? Or perhaps I am simply exaggerating since I've never seen such a large number of people in my class in the whole year I've been gracing it with my presence. Hm, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although my previous position in the last semester was in front, I didn't find it appropriate to stand in front on my own accord; who knows, maybe there are others, now, that far surpass me. And so, I took my place somewhere behind. Moreover, I was sure of that Patrick didn't recognise me, since he made no attempt to show it. Everything went on, as supposed. Until he came to my side of the studio, and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Patrick (to a random girl): Have I seen you before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random girl: Uh, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Patrick: (Scans around and stares directly at me) Only you. (Looks at girl beside me, who has been in the class before as well) And you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Patrick: (Looks back at me) Where's the other two? (Btw, he's referring to Gilaine and Garyl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uh, they aren't here. (I lost coherency, somehow. I guess I was too nervous. How dumb.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Patrick: Where they go? Overseas ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uh. *Hesitates* Yeah, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Patrick: But are they coming? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Patrick: Wah, so bad, leave you alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah. I'm so poor thing right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Patrick: *Jokingly* &lt;i&gt;Nevermind, you have me.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: -,-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creepy, I'd reckon. But whatever, since when was Patrick never creepy? That guy suffers from bipolar-ism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, dance class just kinda went on uneventfully, until some girl in the front didn't do so well, and he asked her to change place with me. I was so alarmed; everyone was staring at me murderously, as if to say "who are you little thing that you should stand in front".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things tenfold worse, he decided that since the others weren't able to remember their steps that well, I should stand in front in a position such that everyone was able to see my every movement. I obliged (what else could I do-,-), standing almost next to him. &lt;em&gt;I felt uneasy&lt;/em&gt;. Hello? I'm only what, thirteen and not to mention, the youngest in the class. Talk about embarrassing. Although in the end, I managed to maneuver myself to stand in the first line, together with the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after that everything went on smoothly, except for a few thwarting blunders here and there, thanks to my stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, AND I MET UNCLE STEVEN AND AUNTY LILIAN TODAY. If you don't know who they are, they are my sort-of relatives who came back from Canada (their country). They didn't change one bit, and my grandma appeared overjoyed to see them, and poignant to see them go. I love my Grandma ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, DEDICATION TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SR7uLBrLZ4I/AAAAAAAAA84/HWMFM5r7j5g/s1600-h/Ziting"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268910487265568642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SR7uLBrLZ4I/AAAAAAAAA84/HWMFM5r7j5g/s400/Ziting" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LIN ZIT&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She has the coolest metal-filled mouth in the whole world. Just look at those gums, won't you. Aren't they gorgeous :D Well, I wasn't close to her at all in the whole two years we were placed in the same class. In fact, we didn't think well of each other. Yet, I think LD somehow brought us closer together this year and we're such happy friends now; I don't know what I'd do without her (: She has this fetish for tank tops, and honestly, she's nothing if not weird. She's really pretty, yet somehow when that same comment is made by someone else, I'll think of her curtain hair plus bug toothed days and laugh uncontrollably. She loves Suju, and she thinks Junsu has weird hair. Well, despite all her weirdness I still love her like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'LL MISS YOU WHEN YOU GO AUSSIE, ZITING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hm, I wonder who I shall dedicate my next post to. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-3210109104332994067?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/3210109104332994067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=3210109104332994067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/3210109104332994067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/3210109104332994067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-his-muse-and-he-is-my-melody.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SR7uLBrLZ4I/AAAAAAAAA84/HWMFM5r7j5g/s72-c/Ziting' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810415316026333655.post-1739468858057502570</id><published>2008-11-13T20:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T21:46:22.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcae4;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcae4;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SRwja4V1LsI/AAAAAAAAA8g/hZT2k2RdBhc/s1600-h/Jaejoong(8).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268124608824159938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SRwja4V1LsI/AAAAAAAAA8g/hZT2k2RdBhc/s400/Jaejoong(8).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268123069276841858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SRwiBRFJZ4I/AAAAAAAAA8A/VaSzi7bw4Is/s400/Jaejoong(9).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If this isn't hot, nothing is.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SRwiBjPb3NI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/HIARhKNCG2E/s1600-h/Yunho+Specs(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268123074151832786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SRwiBjPb3NI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/HIARhKNCG2E/s400/Yunho+Specs(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hot beyond death.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yunjae couple is sexy to no end, I swear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yoosu kills too, but that's not the point here. I'll blog about them another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SRwiB5H4xDI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/mwY3djw_Vew/s1600-h/DBSK(1)+-+YUNJAE,+YOOSU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268123080025752626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SRwiB5H4xDI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/mwY3djw_Vew/s400/DBSK(1)+-+YUNJAE,+YOOSU.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Credits Nicoley, who sent me this :D&lt;br /&gt;Jae is lying on Yunho's shoulder. (I envy Jae)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I died five times - no actually, make that six - while watching Wrong Number MV. I shan't elaborate, go watch yourself; I don't want my blog to turn into a dbsk fandom blog. I can only thank Nicole for showing me :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And yay Vernice came back from China today! I missed her! And Melanie! Apparently, it was so fun that Vernice was so glum that she was back in Singapore. Both Mel and Vernice were complaining about how hot Singapore weather is compared to China. Imagine that. Moreover, it's a rainy day today; it's supposed to be cooling, no? I myself found it quite a cooling, breezy day and there they are, commenting on the heat-,- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyway, guess what. THERE WASN'T DEBATE TODAY EITHER. Okay, technically, there was. Just that Sec 1s weren't required. I was practically shrieking and dancing around the drama studio when I heard the news. I stayed up till an unearthly hour of four just to finish that stupid three-paged essay! Was totally stressed up. I guess I should be angry that all my efforts were for nothing, but I was simply too relieved and overjoyed to actually consider being angry, yay (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;LD was fun today! We merely rehearsed the play a few times to further familiarise ourselves with it, and then made a trip to the props room, and we were released, just like that. The trip to the props room was downright funny, I swear. The "bimbo clique" were given weird, polka dotted dresses that reminded me of a downgraded version of minnie mouse. However hilarious though, I seriously admire their spontaneity. Crystal had to wear this really ah-ma looking green sequinned dress that revealed quite a bit. And Yanning was given this dark blue silky thingom to wear. Ahahahahah. Thank heavens I am just the narrator; all that is required is black jeans and LD shirt :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And the whole timing for tomorrow's arrival at school is seriously screwed. I keep getting different answers from people when I ask them what time we're really supposed to report. Jane insists it's normal time. But I clearly remember it being 745/8. But whatever, I'm not going to go so early. If I'm late, then so be it. A lot of other people will be late with me as well (: Perhaps half of the level. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And Venetia claims I don't mention her enough on my blog, so I shall dedicate this whole paragraph to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SRwtRRKI_EI/AAAAAAAAA8o/qH_smN8dMLk/s1600-h/KOK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268135438803598402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SRwtRRKI_EI/AAAAAAAAA8o/qH_smN8dMLk/s400/KOK.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Venetia KOK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate her for being able to dream about DBSK every night, whereas I'm left with weird, sappy dreams about my only friend being my dad's mistress-,- Whatever, I'm jealous. And she's the one who introduced me to DBSK in the first place, so I guess I should be eternally grateful-,- Although she doesn't really make a very good ranting partner. I prefer Nicole/Gilaine. She likes to make me feel lame, when she's full of lameness herself. She's awfully zikua and a big crybaby, yet somehow it feels normal. Well, okay, other than that, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;she's nice and kind&lt;/span&gt;, as Vernice (and herself) like to say. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I enjoy talking to her&lt;/span&gt;, although I'd much rather sit next to Amanda than her, but &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;she's a nice friend to have&lt;/span&gt;. Yay? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I definitely like her 10x more than Mary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yay, this is so fun. I shall do dedications every post! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-1739468858057502570?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/1739468858057502570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=1739468858057502570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/1739468858057502570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/1739468858057502570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-this-isnt-hot-nothing-is.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SRwja4V1LsI/AAAAAAAAA8g/hZT2k2RdBhc/s72-c/Jaejoong(8).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810415316026333655.post-544161378421621314</id><published>2008-11-11T01:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T18:13:45.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[Edit @ 6:55pm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caution: Random ranting. Please skip if you dislike DBSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debate cancelled today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I went over to Gil's house to spazz about DBSK, with Nicole bringing her three cds, complete with dvds and tours, plus posters and mags. Nicole decided she needed a session to scream/shriek over DBSK after her long-and-devoid-of-dbsk trip to Malaysia, so we decided to go Gil's house to do so. Although I didn't really scream, as expected. I simply sprouted random shrieks and comments here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole is in love with Choosey Lover. And Gilaine is in love with Asuhakurukara. I don't know what I'm in love with. I guess I'm neutral; I like everything. We were watching "T" live tour, which was kind of boring, with horrible looking outfits, and there was this interlude where there were short scenes of each of them doing random things. Jaejoong was sleeping! His sleeping face was super adorable! And then he woke up - super hotly, if I may add - and stared at the rain-.- I was telling Nicole how I absolutely envy the rest of the members, who get to see him wake up every morning. Darn. I wish I were them. Oh and did I mention Jaejoong is ultimately hotttt in FITB?????? OOOOO: I think I got influenced by Nicole. But yay, he does. Whereas my heart breaks everytime I see Yunho, especially in "T" live tour. He looks so weird. With weird hair ): Whyyyyyy. But I still love him anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gilaine is Mrs Park. And Nicole is Mrs Kim Youngwoong (damn, I don't like her-,-). I am supposedly Mrs Jung. But I'd rather be Mrs Jung Youngwoong. Woooooohhhh. But I don't mind either. I love all of them. Yes, including Yoochun and Changmin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what'll be the product of matching my favourite features from all of them. Yoochun's cheekbones + Jae's lips + Changmin's eyes + Yunho's jaw + Junsu's ... voice (okay, not exactly a feature)? I think it'll look weird -,- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots more random stuff I wanted to talk about, but I apparently have rather short-term memory. Oh and I apologise for ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[End of edit @ 7:13 pm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIIIIIIIIII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep. I don't feel like continuing my newspapers either, seriously. And I seriously feel like redoing the whole damn content page. 'Cause it's messy, and I don't feel happy seeing it. I finished exactly fifteen articles. I wanted and intended to do more, but well, I guess I got lazy. My file is ugly though. Blue, ack. But it's the only file I have now, so I don't fathom that I have any other choice. I think I shall wake up early tomorrow morning and type out one content page for myself. Hm. Or maybe not. Considering I can't let alone wake up on time-,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Vernice. And I'll miss Esther tomorrow during training. She won't be there :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL LIKE WRITING SOMETHING. But somehow my words don't justify my imagination, so I think I had better not. And aw, no one is online to accompany through the weeee hours of the night now. Only my dear black lappie, Mirotic and my bolster. Oh and not to mention, newspapers. Talk about unwanted company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I am porking frustrated by the newspapers. Don't those journalists have any other thing to blog about other than Financial Crisis, Obama and Recession? Oh and did I mention Financial Crisis?-,- I swear the words, "US Financial Crisis" has been permanently engraved in my retinas. It's everywhere, seriously. I understand it's important, yes yes I do, I really do. But I'm really bored of these articles about Wall Street and Belt Tightening and S'pore's leaning tourism. Somehow I feel ignorant saying these articles are boring. Am I ignorant? :/ I shall keep my mouth shut and just read then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, I came across this pretty interesting filler that stated that results showed that most attractive individuals come from SMU! Hahahahha. Nowadays, fillers are way more interesting than headlines, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. My blog has evolved to become nothing if not jargon in these mere, boring, and newspaper filled days of my holidays. Where is my promised fun? Where is my lots and lots of outings? Reality check. Holidays aren't that fun anymore. It becomes busier than school days itself. Ironic. But LD is fun. I love LD :D I love the people in LD. Getting into LD was the best thing that ever happened this year, after which comes getting into debate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've already reached the edges of random-ness, I shall continue to proclaim my random slaps of melancholy upon realising that Amanda won't ever be my partner anymore. Or I probably won't ever get the chance to hear Jane "I Kissed A Girl" again &gt;:( What a sappy idiot I am, seriously. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND NICOLE CAME BACK FROM MALAYSIA TODAY. WITH THREE DBSK ALBUMS &gt;:( PLUS MAGAZINES AND ULTRA HUGE POSTERS. I am green with envy. Ha, kidding (: I love her too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain works in such wonderous ways that I am actually able to type out this whole junk of crap at 2:13 in the morning. God really is amazing. (I'm not being sarcastic)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-544161378421621314?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/544161378421621314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=544161378421621314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/544161378421621314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/544161378421621314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/11/hiiiiiiiiii.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-3491137811701784050</id><published>2008-11-09T22:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T04:02:38.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1) Hello. I'm raiding newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;2) I'm awfully tired.&lt;br /&gt;3) We had make-your-own-pizza day today. Regine came over.&lt;br /&gt;4) Nick Vujicic spoke today. Was good.&lt;br /&gt;5) Jane didn't get into CSS, but we all still love her. At least I do (:&lt;br /&gt;6) I just watched I Am Legend. Mediocre, considering coming from Will Smith.&lt;br /&gt;7) Will Smith is hot.&lt;br /&gt;8) Jaejoong is hotter.&lt;br /&gt;9) I love Jaejoong.&lt;br /&gt;10) I'm lazy. Don't feel like blogging.&lt;br /&gt;11) It's 4.02am Monday morning. Slept at 11 and woke up at 3 to raid newspapers. For debate, of course. What else?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-3491137811701784050?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/3491137811701784050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=3491137811701784050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/3491137811701784050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/3491137811701784050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/11/1-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-1132075169569259263</id><published>2008-11-08T23:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T01:24:48.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sudden fetish for strawberry pocky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, don't ask me why. I have weird fascinations and fetishes for weird things. Like strong, rigid jaws (Yunho!!) and pretty white dustbins. Not to mention, pretty book covers and tissue boxes. Blame me, but I usually judge a book by it's cover - in the literal sense. I usually pick books that look pretty, because to me, those pretty books are those with higher chances of having content of which appeal to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't you find tissue boxes fascinating? The way different companies come up with different covers for their boxes. I especially love the winnie the pooh one :D And I've always been fascinated with the way tissue papers are folded, such that when you pull out one, another one comes out, waiting to be pulled. I used to think there was a hand at the bottom that pushed the tissues up when I was young and naive, hahahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and about the pocky thing - I'm serious. I just gulfed down three packets of strawberry pocky at one go. Now there aren't anymore pockies in my cupboard ): Except chocolate ones, which I don't really fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ziting wants me to mention her on my blog. So there. I hope you're happy, Zit-ing :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was ranting to Ziting about random stuff just now, over msn. And she claims I talk so much suddenly at one go that it frightens her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;super junior! :D says:&lt;br /&gt;YAY&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;OMG KOREAN GUYS ARE SO HOT.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaa. I love Ziting. We were arguing over stuff. She was saying Junsu's hair looks weird and I was saying how some people in Suju aren't exactly Adonises. I would paste the conversation down here, but it's seriously long-,- Here's part of it though:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;super junior! :D says:&lt;br /&gt;BUT HE HAS WEIRD HAIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Melo says:&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;super junior! :D says:&lt;br /&gt;THATS ALL&lt;br /&gt;super junior! :D says:&lt;br /&gt;I MEAN&lt;br /&gt;super junior! :D says:&lt;br /&gt;NOT HIS LOOKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Melo says:&lt;br /&gt;BUT THAT FAT GUY ISN'T HOT&lt;br /&gt;Melo says:&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S ALL TOO&lt;br /&gt;Melo says:&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Melo says:&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;super junior! :D says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHA OMG WTH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny :D And omg Ziting is going to Gold Coast and then to Cameron something something. Lucky girl. I don't even know if I will be going to Korea ): I'll be seriously disappointed if I find out we're not going after all. All the built up excitement and anticipation for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Vernice and Esther are off to China. I miss Vernice! Now that she's gone, no one stays up with me. And I'll miss Esther during debate practices )))): And Melanie is off to China as well!Speaking of which, I miss a lot of people. Including those whom I haven't talked to since forever. Like the Ongs. I miss Marcella so much! And Emily too. It's been a full year already. Gosh, how time flies. Makes me muse about how much effort is really needed to keep up a friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss so, so many people.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you're included, &lt;em&gt;Venetia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: JANE. I'LL BE YOUR NO. 1 FAN FOR CSS, AHA. CALL ME AND TELL ME THE RESULTS K :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, no more strawberry pocky ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this sudden liking to Forgotten Season and Insa. Especially after I've dwelled on the meaning of the lyrics. I'm repeating those two songs for the billionth time now. Forgive me, while I proceed to type out the lyrics. You can not read if you wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forgotten Season&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the last day of October&lt;br /&gt;We separated after leaving indefinable words.&lt;br /&gt;Was your gloomy face the truth?&lt;br /&gt;Will I have to forget you without even trying to explain?&lt;br /&gt;The returning seasons give me dreams&lt;br /&gt;Yet, impossible dreams are sad.&lt;br /&gt;They make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Insa (Farewell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even that time&lt;br /&gt;When the wind stays&lt;br /&gt;It is not enough for me&lt;br /&gt;I smile one more time&lt;br /&gt;And give my last greeting&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I am tired now&lt;br /&gt;And love hurts&lt;br /&gt;Even if that time is just a memory&lt;br /&gt;I have to give my last greeting&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Fly away&lt;br /&gt;Fly away&lt;br /&gt;Love) x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the after life&lt;br /&gt;I will greet my love&lt;br /&gt;Again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-1132075169569259263?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/1132075169569259263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=1132075169569259263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/1132075169569259263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/1132075169569259263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/11/sudden-fetish-for-strawberry-pocky.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-8230583005087431560</id><published>2008-11-06T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:52:07.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you hear me? I shall repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am extremely, extremely exhausted. Somnolence is luring me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I have been waking up early for the past few days, and definitely not having enough hours of sleep. I sleep at 2/3 and wake up at 6/7? This has been happening since Monday. I'm feel so worn out. Yet at the same time, I want to stay up. Do I make sense? I guess not; my brain isn't exactly functioning the way it's supposed to right now. &lt;em&gt;Stupid brain&lt;/em&gt;. Gotta wake up early again tomorrow, for the ld thingom. Apparently we have to present our performance to the committee. Oh yeah did I mention we have to risk being criticised, plus bear with the insane possibility of redoing the entire thing? Okay, yeah we do. I think this'll affect a lot of people, since everyone put so much hours and time into this. Including Martha and Tricia. Without them we would've been three quarters through the drain by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if you're wondering why three quarters and not totally, that'd be when we show the comm, and then hide our heads in the gutter out of utter, horrifying humiliation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so cranky now that I'm so tired and worn out. Plus I'm frustrated. Why doesn't anyone want to come to my church on Sunday??? Nick Vujicic (guy without arms and legs) is coming to speak, and no one is interested-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to scream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-8230583005087431560?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/8230583005087431560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=8230583005087431560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/8230583005087431560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/8230583005087431560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-so-exhausted.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-4856626101146185481</id><published>2008-11-04T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T23:53:12.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SADAM HUSSEIN, RWANDA GENOCIDE, SHI'AAS &amp;amp; SUNNIS, IRAQ &amp;amp; US, US &amp;amp; IRAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YADAH YADAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I'm trying my best to work hard for Debate, I really cannot understand this. I understood the part about Sadam Hussein and Hutus and Tootsies and Shi'aas and Sunnis. But the whole Iraq, US and Iran thingy has gotten me stuck. New terms &lt;em&gt;blossom&lt;/em&gt; randomly as if it's Spring. Gilaine's position as my bestfriend is going to be replaced by a dictionary pretty soon. Sigh ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I'll have to start sooner or later right? And this year's batch of Sec 1s are going to do great, so we have to work extra hard to catch up. I finally understand why my mother harps on expanding your width of general knowledge. Although I swear worldly affairs would hate me if it were capable of harboring feelings. If only I was like Venetia, who can apparently control who/what she likes. I'd make myself fall deeply and irrevocably in love with worldly issues, damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only console myself with the thought that it feels nice, somewhat, to have something to work hard for. Compared to rotting away at home, working hard wins hands down. Nevermind, I'm doing this with Esther, Vk and Bernadette. Jiayou, Sec 1s! (((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debate was extremely enjoyable today, if I may say so myself. I am positive the rest agrees. I appreciate the effort of our seniors (whether Sec3s, 4s or 2s) to bond with the juniors, because I think it's really important. And I'm happy that Debate is such a bonded wing. Speaking of which, we're definitely going to carry it on to the lucky Sec1s of the following year. I am finally going to be a senior, yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love D &amp;amp; D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not dinner and dance you dumbass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Dance and Debate :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-4856626101146185481?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/4856626101146185481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=4856626101146185481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/4856626101146185481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/4856626101146185481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/11/sadam-hussein-rwanda-genocide-shiaas.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-641248802725790281</id><published>2008-11-03T20:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T20:15:39.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I left my house phone on for seven hours straight. The phone bill is going to rocket sky high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conferenced with Vernice and Crystal last night, who gave me this stupid link for some really annoyingly addictive game. Apparently you're supposed to shoot balloons or something. I totally sucked at it for some unknown reason. Vernice and Crystal were in the competitive mood and they finished the whole game, all the way up to level fifty. Poor me was only at level 25 when I died and decided to bid the stupid game good riddance-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yay, Wednesday isn't cancelled. Woooh. Have been itching to go to Fareast since forever. And I had French today, which fortunately for me, went smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo. I don't really have anything to blog about, so I'm going to trot off to do my debate homework, which is due tomorrow. Speaking of which, politics really does suck. Next time if you ever have difficulties sleeping, give reading politics a go. They're two times better than sleeping pills, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless me. Terorrist groups here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I'm supposed to be researching on terorrist groups for debate homework.&lt;br /&gt;P/P/S: The Janetia fire never stops burning, does it? :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-641248802725790281?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/641248802725790281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=641248802725790281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/641248802725790281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/641248802725790281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-left-my-house-phone-on-for-seven.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-6349355043185637115</id><published>2008-11-01T01:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T19:57:15.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[Reason for edit: The post was pretty pointless, and stupid. So I deleted it.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hate fandom. I seriously do. Consider that ironic, since I &lt;em&gt;sparkle&lt;/em&gt; with the prospect of turning into a fangirl. Or maybe, I already am. Whatever. Blame DBSK. This has nothing - I repeat, nothing - to do with me, thank you very much. No, I am not demented. Now go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never used to like crazy, screaming fangirls who wail and whine and scream about how hot yadah yadah is, because it just makes them seem retarded. But somehow, when I am not conscientious enough of my actions, I tend to somewhat resemble them. Which is so sad, seriously. What did DBSK do to logical, level-headed Melody? Ugh. Someone kill me, please. I'll float to heaven and bless you from down there if you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Who will understand how I feel? Gilaine obviously wouldn't, since she was born to be a fangirl. Nicole? Probably not. Oh well, logical, level-headed Melody aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAEJOONG(!!!)&lt;br /&gt;DBSK(!!!) OOOOOOO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just like that, stupid, idiotic and retarded Melody wins logical, level-headed Melody.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-6349355043185637115?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/6349355043185637115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=6349355043185637115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/6349355043185637115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/6349355043185637115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/11/kdahfakjsdlf-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-5522147831394822905</id><published>2008-10-30T18:45:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T19:35:08.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am in a extremely good mood today, yay. And I absolutely adore good moods (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my first debate training today, and it went pretty smoothly, so I am somewhat happy and satisfied. Although I felt really, reaaaaaalllly uninformed (not to mention, super ignorant), considering everybody was sprouting random sophisticated terms which I do not have the slightest ideas about. United Nations? Non-poliferation treaties of nuclear weapons? Black market? Columbian civil war? Totally got me scratching my head. But, oh well. I'm determined to overcome my dislike for the newspaper and read up on all those stuff. I've even set my homepage to BBC News, as inspired by Sharon senior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm really quite happy with the debate seniors 'cause they're really cool, plus the whole team seems really bonded, yay. And Esther, Vanessa, Bernadette and I are getting along well pretty quickly, so yeah, I'm happy (: Wheee. I shall start my official reading up tomorrow. Apparently, we have to find out about at least 20 terrorist groups ranging from 1968 to the present. Homework. And for once, I'm not dreading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, Amanda came back from Hong Kong today! And she bought me orange shutter shades! I love Amanda. As usual, once the shutter shades come out, the cameras come out. So here you go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262905527309949570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SQmYsWm_2oI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/7JZLfSZQxg4/s400/Viva+La+Vida%E2%99%A5+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Hahahah, Martha Senior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SQmYr6bhF_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/DYG4kiPtYS8/s1600-h/Viva+La+Vida%E2%99%A5+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262905519745603570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SQmYr6bhF_I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/DYG4kiPtYS8/s400/Viva+La+Vida%E2%99%A5+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I totally have the coolest senior ever (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SQmYbZzS5bI/AAAAAAAAA7I/Rg8G29kNHZg/s1600-h/Viva+La+Vida%E2%99%A5+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262905236109059506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SQmYbZzS5bI/AAAAAAAAA7I/Rg8G29kNHZg/s400/Viva+La+Vida%E2%99%A5+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And a not-so-cool friend, Amanda :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SQmYbFV0BJI/AAAAAAAAA7A/FytR8-rZklc/s1600-h/Viva+La+Vida%E2%99%A5+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262905230616691858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SQmYbFV0BJI/AAAAAAAAA7A/FytR8-rZklc/s400/Viva+La+Vida%E2%99%A5+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yay me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262905224765669874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SQmYavi0gfI/AAAAAAAAA64/yHrYBHTF_ms/s400/Viva+La+Vida%E2%99%A5+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Boo Amanda :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262905217106703026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SQmYaTAx8rI/AAAAAAAAA6w/8qhfEDZp2EA/s400/Viva+La+Vida%E2%99%A5+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262905216156652178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SQmYaPeRUpI/AAAAAAAAA6o/RWHBAhlo0pA/s400/Viva+La+Vida%E2%99%A5+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I look like ditzy Laura/Jessica, strutting around to the pcd beep music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And obviously ld today was mostly me with Vernice's ipod, and crapping around with Debbi, Siu Ming and Amanda. Yay, I love Ld :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Totally excited for tonight. (Actually, I'm excited for every night) Gonna stay up and read fictions again! Yay. I hope Vernice can stay up with me today. Totally crapped with Nicole and Melanie online until 3:30++ last night. Too bad it isn't a usual occurence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/P/S: YAY, WEDNESDAY IS OFFICIALLY CONFIRMED &lt;3&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/810415316026333655-5522147831394822905?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/5522147831394822905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=5522147831394822905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/5522147831394822905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/5522147831394822905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-in-extremely-good-mood-today-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SQmYsWm_2oI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/7JZLfSZQxg4/s72-c/Viva+La+Vida%E2%99%A5+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810415316026333655.post-5193913183479626685</id><published>2008-10-29T20:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T22:40:23.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really, awfully, afraid of tomorrow's debate training. It's my first! Thank God the coach won't be coming down tomorrow, I suppose, since it's Thursday. I'm all rusty; I hardly remember any of the structuring and whatsoever. And I think I've got to start reading newspapers. I'm so ignorant right now it makes me sick in the gut to know. Speaking of which, I have an avalanche of things to do. Oh, but guess what I've been doing the whole day? Lazing around, reading fics and watching random videos. How productive, Melody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I broke my personal Melody's Book of Stupid Records today. I woke up at 3pm (Yes, read that. Pm, not am.) And for the record, I slept at 2:30, which is, for me, pretty early. If I might say so myself. I think my pig-ness is catching up with me this holiday. Oh joy. But I'm really happy, considering the fact that I've just read two really good fics, one of which was recommended by Vernice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, and I called Gilaine yesterday, after what seemed like forever. And it was pretty funny, because both of us were just there, doing our own things, not talking. It always ends up like that. Well, mostly because I suck at multi-tasking, and also because I'm not much of an entertainer. So it's either Gilaine talks, or we keep silent and keep each other company through the satelites. It's always comfortable silence, of course. And then there are times where we can talk for 7 hours on the phone, non-stop. Oh, and I've been talking to Nicole a lot (on msn) recently. Okay, not really. Just ... more than ever. Both of us just share random video links and then watch them and scream and exclaim over how hot yadah yadah is. It's too bad Gilaine doesn't like to go online, although I'm pretty sure if she were online, she'd be flooding the conversation. Well, best friends do weird things. And I don't care if it's impossible to go out. We have to make it possible, somehow. Squeeze something in, whatever (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the nights, though. When holidays come, I become totally nocturnal. Well, duh - as if waking up at 3pm is not tangible evidence. I love to snuggle in bed with the noisy-whirring-to-no-end-yet-calming airconditioner turned on, plus my speedy laptop, much thanks to my amazing uncle who managed to fix the damned wireless connection for me (: Although I'm pretty nettled by the sight of "DogzRLove" and "Bratz" on the desktop of my lappie. Moral of the story? Never let your six year old sister near your laptop. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: If you've successfully read the whole thing, it just proves you're as bored as I am. I seriously have no idea what I've been typing this whole post. Just random sprouts of here-and-theres. My poor virtual online diary has to stand all this shit of mine :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-5193913183479626685?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/5193913183479626685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=5193913183479626685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/5193913183479626685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/5193913183479626685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello_29.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-1605919717171523180</id><published>2008-10-28T15:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T17:43:37.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Come, chorus with me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOORAY FOR BIG FONTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got rid of those blinding small words in my other skin. I like this; it's nice and white. Feels clean and neat (: There was this other one which I really liked, but apparently there were some errors with the screwed up codes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ld today consisted of Crystal's magical pink pill, me standing up to recite a few random lines, Vernice's ipod, and orange bowl. I don't really have much to blog about, except announce to the entire world my random revamp. Although, on a totally random note, I was really hyped up for some reason, for Christmas! I cannot fathom why Gilaine finds it a chore to buy presents for people (much less, your bestfriends), I find it absolutely enjoyable :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another random note, I realised that it's pretty much impossible to have any six dollars outing this holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-1605919717171523180?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/1605919717171523180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=1605919717171523180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/1605919717171523180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/1605919717171523180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/10/come-chorus-with-me-hooray-for-big.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-3382723927702797075</id><published>2008-10-28T03:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T14:55:31.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 3:17am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do, this is the kind of sleeping pattern I harbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just gulfed down half a tub of Ben&amp;amp;Jerrys strawberry cheesecake while talking to Vernice on the phone. Vernice says I'm crazy to eat Ben&amp;amp;Jerrys that fast, which should be savoured, according to her. Strangely enough, I still don't feel satisfied &gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to Vernice for 1 hour ++. She claimed that my room's noisy-to-no-end whirring airconditioner apparently calms your nerves and minds, like woh. How come I didn't realise that in my own room for the past year I've been sleeping faithfully under this dumb aircon?-.- But true to some extent. It really does lull you to sleep, no matter how dubious I sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something funny in our conversation (pink is me, white is Vernice):&lt;br /&gt;"Omg, you know what. Joe Jonas wears skinnies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;"Ha. So? Dbsk wears skinnies too."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But Dbsk is fit! Joe Jonas is just a lump of fat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, but I found that insanely funny-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay guess what. I can hear Vernice snoring. Well, not exactly. More like breathing out of her mouth due to her blocked nose. K, I'm going to hang up now. She better thank me tomorrow for lending her my aircondition's powerful noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God only knows what I'm doing up at this hour. What a weird time to eat icecream. I think I'm going down for another. Sleep can wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-3382723927702797075?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/3382723927702797075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=3382723927702797075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/3382723927702797075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/3382723927702797075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/10/hohoho-spot-time.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-5335275751533593206</id><published>2008-10-27T16:49:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T17:44:37.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boring monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to head out to the gym today, but couldn't in the end, 'cause had guests over. There's no French today either. Damn, I really need to find something to do during the holidays. Else I'm going to stay at home the whole day and die of boredom-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the late photos of last day at school (I think it'd be better if you click to view):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261810633277132562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SQW05IfbTxI/AAAAAAAAA6g/22R1rLFmnQg/s400/Last+Day+(4).jpg" border="0" /&gt;I'm smiling until my eyes are half-closed. Spot Bozy holding up Jane's pony tail. This is officially my wallpaper (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SQW04zk1X1I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/WetvxyqwFDQ/s1600-h/Last+Day+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261810627662667602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SQW04zk1X1I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/WetvxyqwFDQ/s400/Last+Day+(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261810629309746290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SQW045thzHI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/FQj_7GtHGa4/s400/Last+Day+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;If you can actually see, it says JJAM, which means J2am. Which also means Jane, Jennifer, Amanda, Melody. Okay, I know my M doesn't really resemble a M-,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SQW04h5_7xI/AAAAAAAAA6I/_CwavjQVOyE/s1600-h/Last+Day+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261810622919601938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SQW04h5_7xI/AAAAAAAAA6I/_CwavjQVOyE/s400/Last+Day+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who wants to go out this holiday? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-5335275751533593206?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/5335275751533593206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=5335275751533593206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/5335275751533593206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/5335275751533593206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/10/boring-monday-was-supposed-to-head-out.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SQW05IfbTxI/AAAAAAAAA6g/22R1rLFmnQg/s72-c/Last+Day+(4).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810415316026333655.post-8659880533285881273</id><published>2008-10-23T19:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T20:17:24.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A bittersweet last day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a class photo, and many other photos, which are currently on Jane's camera. You shall wait until she uploads it. &lt;em&gt;I'll miss you, Truth. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the things that happened today were pretty much redundant, except for the audition thingy the LD girls signed up for. Apparently we were auditioning for some MOE film, lol. We had to choose one of the many topics we were given to speak about, and I was totally shivering when it was my turn-,- I talked about my aspirations, and Singapore's kiasuism standing in the way of people - me, for instance - who harbor dreams in the Arts &amp;amp; Entertainment area. I don't know why I was so nervous. The guy later told me to act as a mother, whose child has just gotten home, and it's 3 am. I hope I was convincing enough (((((((: I think I did pretty alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It dragged throughout the whole PBL thingom, so we literally skipped the whole thing. We went through two rounds of audition, and apparently there's a third, some weeks later. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had LD immediately after, and we didn't have time to eat a proper lunch and just had to gobble down either burger or waffle, which was all that the bread stall had left-,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LD was extremely bittersweet, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got into Debate!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, spot me in the Arena two years later. Ha, kidding. Only five were selected, out of the approximate 15 that auditioned. But it was pretty sad as well, 'cause I'll be separated from Amanda and Ziting, whom I'm really going to miss a lot. All three of us were really sad, and then we tried to cry, but apparently none of us could-,- I can't imagine having ld without them for another three years :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And apparently, training for debate is pretty vigorous. We'd have to go back during the holidays two times a week, and even thrice a week is pretty normal. But I guess that's the price I'll have to pay in return (: I'm extremely happy altogether, but there's a tinge of sadness somewhere that I cannot fathom. &lt;em&gt;Finally, not a disappointment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh. I went to Vernice's lj and found out that she wants her T/O DBSK live tour for Christmas. I shall get it for her, if I go to Korea!!! I feel happy making people happy ((((: Somehow, the best part of going on a holiday, is getting people stuff. Yay, I'm so excited. I really hope we go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-8659880533285881273?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/8659880533285881273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=8659880533285881273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/8659880533285881273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/8659880533285881273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/10/bittersweet-last-day.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-5061220060146013420</id><published>2008-10-22T23:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T17:48:32.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Star light, star bright. The first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why I thought I could do it in the first place. Naive, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointments seem to bombard me; everywhere I go, I seem to get slapped in the face with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's a wonder how everything can get so bloody effed up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-5061220060146013420?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/5061220060146013420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=5061220060146013420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/5061220060146013420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/5061220060146013420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/10/star-light-star-bright.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-151581482481425912</id><published>2008-10-21T22:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:53:40.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of allowing boredom to eat me up, I shall throttle that sneaky little bastard by doing this quiz. Jane has done hers, just that it isn't published. Apparently, I'm supposed to name 10 weird habits/things/unknown facts about myself. And if I tag you, you've got to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. I am afraid of clowns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, don't ask me why. It's just an instinctual fear. Those Ronald Macdonald clowns especially scare me. Pathetic little four/five year old me was refusing to listen to my mother in the Macdonald's toilet, and my mother threatened to throw me to the hideous Ronald clown. I was so scared I ran out of the toilet and the restaurant crying and screaming, without wearing my pants properly, my butt bidding all the surprised mummies and daddies good riddance all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. I don't like requesting people to return me money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I don't. I feel so money-faced when I do so. I'd rather wait for them to remember and return on their own accord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. I cannot tolerate bad grammar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I sound like a bitch? I beg your pardon. Not that I'm saying my grammar is perfect (fyi, I don't even know what past present perfect or present past perfect tense is), but I'm sure there should be at least some degree of understanding of a subject we've learnt since kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. I smell my blanket to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(While fingering my pillow case cover) Kiddy habit. And it totally smells like me, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. I am a Karate black belt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine. Everyone who are close to me knows this. But, considering you don't know me too well, and I'm a dancer, would you be shocked to find out that I am a karate black belt? Yes right! Precisely. For a period of time, no one believed I am a ballet 7th grade, karate black belt, and do hip hop at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6. Big, bright, unsual things catch my eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright green wallet with ginormous button ring a bell? Or perhaps my bright black, pink, brown, yellow nike dunks with bright orange laces might remind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7. I tend to analyse people's facial features.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I think you don't look so good, I tend to stare and find out why exactly you don't look half as good as some Adonis I just saw a while ago. Ha, kidding. Likewise, if you're good looking. (Speaking of which, I still think my cousin is uber pretty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8. My attention span is zero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might like cars one day, and barbie dolls the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9. My closer friends don't have a thing in common with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gilaine's short, I'm tall. She's hyper like crazy, I'm the calmer one. She's all for pastel, I'm all for neon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10. I love thrills but I'm useless at horror movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll scream and pull out your hair if you ever decide to sit next to me while watching a horror movie. Oh and I was scared to death during the Stnicks Fiesta haunted house in p4. How pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Extra) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;11. I love Barbie Doll Movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm childish like that. But I don't deem watching barbie doll movies immature. I think those people who criticize things that are favourable with kids, well, just because they are favourable with kids are immature. Reality check, people, before calling others immature-,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's the end. Those who wanna attempt it, feel free to do so. Otherwise, I don't recommend-,- I was stuck for a bit, and I asked Ziting what she found weird about me. And she said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sometimes you sleep at 3 and sometimes you sleep at 10"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-151581482481425912?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/151581482481425912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=151581482481425912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/151581482481425912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/151581482481425912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/10/goodnight.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-8619544209663870368</id><published>2008-10-21T02:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T02:47:07.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 2:45am, and I've freaking school tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not tired. Don't feel like sleeping-,- Talking to Jane online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna die tmr. Although I don't even feel a weeee bit sleepy now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-8619544209663870368?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/8619544209663870368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=8619544209663870368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/8619544209663870368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/8619544209663870368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-245am-and-ive-freaking-school-tmr.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-1570748302891917521</id><published>2008-10-20T19:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T20:15:07.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JANETIA!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah, Venetia and I were talking about pairing names randomly, and I made a pairing name for her and Jane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jane + Venetia = &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Janetia&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (!!!!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't I a genius. It sounds/looks nice right!! If you disagree, you're either a liar or Hellen Keller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I officially open a Janetia fanclub! Those who are interested in joining, please leave your name on my tagboard, thank you. (I'm joking. But do feel free to do so :D) If one day I feel bored and have plenty time, I shall make a Janetia blog. And I shall recruit Amanda as my assistant! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, ahem. It's against my morals and values. Girlxgirl is ew. But I'll just have to make an exception, won't I? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venetia came up with a pairing name for her and me too-,- Apparently, it's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Velody&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the mean time, I totally came up with lots of pairing names too! And I realised that Venetia's name goes well with any name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I shall pair Venetia up with her darlings):&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer + Venetia = Vennifer OR Jennetia&lt;br /&gt;Amanda + Venetia = Vanda OR Manetia&lt;br /&gt;Melissa + Venetia = Velissa OR Melitia&lt;br /&gt;Syn Yin + Venetia = Synetia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall try pairing myself up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melody + Gilaine = Lainelody !!!&lt;br /&gt;Melody + Nicole = Mecole (Haahahaha, this sounds weird! Like some planet's name)&lt;br /&gt;Melody + Melanie = Melonie (Almost the same as Melanie!)&lt;br /&gt;Melody + Rane = Mane!&lt;br /&gt;Melody + Shermaine = Melaine (This can be used for Gil and I too :D) / Sherlody (SHERLOCK HOLMES LOL!)&lt;br /&gt;Melody + Ziting = Miting (ROFL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melody + Jane = Melone (Melon, hahaha :D)&lt;br /&gt;Melody + Amanda = Manlody !!!&lt;br /&gt;Melody + Jennifer = Jennlody / Mennifer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha, funny :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally out of point note, I REALLY WANT TO GO ON A HOLIDAY! Speaking of which, I'd rather go Taiwan than Korea now! Although I don't mind either. Mum says it's a tie between both! I really hope we go! Then I'd save up money to buy people souvenirs! Which is fun, 'cause it makes people happy! And if I do, I'll be buying 16 souvenirs; I've counted already! Maaaan, what if I don't go in the end???? ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-1570748302891917521?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/1570748302891917521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=1570748302891917521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/1570748302891917521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/1570748302891917521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/10/janetia-hahahah-venetia-and-i-were.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-5044536765402458364</id><published>2008-10-19T09:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T21:48:31.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People have been telling me I don't reply tags, so here you go. I'm going to be replying from way back in the tagboard. Pardon me if I don't reply some. Replying selectively now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amanda(wong) 13 october: Uh, haha. It's TVXQ, not TVSQ-,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarahh 14 october: Haha, it's alright. But you should really take off that no right click thingy of your blog. And I've linked you alr (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JANE: I WILL (AND I DO) MISS YOU LIKE HELL TOO!!!! Everyone does, especially your darling Venetia, who keeps going on about how Jane-sick she is. Come back quickly! And no, I won't kill Amanda. Hahaha. But she's sad you're not there to protect her DDDD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GILAINE: Hahaha. Yes, the massmurdering thing was always there (: It's part of the blog, and I guess I didn't change it, although I really think I should. But I'm too lazy-,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GILAINE: Hahaha ay. I can't stand him sometimes-,- But somehow, I'd rather him (and his criticism) to that stupid pok relief teacher. I met your parents on my way out! I waved to your mum(: And your dad looked really scary, as usual. I told my parents that your dad was scary, but they were determined he is not, when he totally is! And hahaha, those shades aren't really for wearing out, unless you really want unnecessary attention. It's for fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIXIN [:: Hello! Thanks :D I like them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;venetia: You crazy person. Be thankful I tagged you, lol(: Anyway, have fun in JB. And I still don't like Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. All (or most) replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I&lt;em&gt; reaaaallly&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;realllly&lt;/em&gt; want to go on a holiday ): I hope we'd be going to Korea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-5044536765402458364?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/5044536765402458364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=5044536765402458364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/5044536765402458364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/5044536765402458364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/10/people-have-been-telling-me-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-6877992352567804295</id><published>2008-10-18T01:14:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T20:32:30.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 1:14 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not tired. But I don't feel like doing anything. Computer is boring like crap. And no one is online or awake. All snoring away-,- Sleep so early, wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm going to miss &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;everyone&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from class. Sucks when end of year comes. All the separating. I hate the feeling of being used to a class and then having to randomly change classes again. (I refuse to be emotional-,-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more nice people, no more irritating people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, when the year comes to an end, you find yourself missing those irritating people a &lt;em&gt;teeeenny weeeeny&lt;/em&gt; bit as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss J2am.&lt;br /&gt;And Jane.&lt;br /&gt;And Amanda.&lt;br /&gt;And Jennifer.&lt;br /&gt;And Lydia.&lt;br /&gt;And Jenny.&lt;br /&gt;And Rachel.&lt;br /&gt;And Siu Ming.&lt;br /&gt;And Vivian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thank God for those who will continue to be with me, like six dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:08pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid, proud, arrogant hip hop teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like pulling out someone's hair. Well, I would certainly love to pull out his hair, but apparently he already has not much hair. I swear he's bipolar. Some days God knows what happened to his hairless head that'll make him actually somewhere close to nice. And some days he just reverts back to the criticising shit instructor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like going into it. Too bad for you. Although there was some sort of funny conversation between him and Gil today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Mr Arrogant: What music you listen to?&lt;br /&gt;Gilaine: Uh... cds?&lt;br /&gt;Mr Arrogant: What cds?&lt;br /&gt;Gilaine: Overseas one ...?&lt;br /&gt;Mr Arrogant: What overseas cd? (Kpoh can-,-)&lt;br /&gt;Gilaine: Uh. Mirotic.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Arrogant: What? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Erotic?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-6877992352567804295?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/6877992352567804295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=6877992352567804295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/6877992352567804295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/6877992352567804295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-114-am.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-6373268699008714894</id><published>2008-10-17T14:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T22:55:39.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Why do I even care, lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will stop, I swear I will. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past excursions haven't been good-,- Although the Ancient History Museum or something was quite interesting. I liked playing with the multimedia kiosk companion thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Museum looks super atas, and the tinted glass was so pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258010342747696258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPg0jHDObII/AAAAAAAAA5g/0OQt7xvU2Ns/s320/Ancient+History+Museum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Siu Ming looks so out of the picture! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went to some Malay Village thingy today. Boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! I GOT MY SHUTTER SHADES! WHEEEEEEE. MY PRETTY PINK SHUTTER SHADES :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Ziting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shutter shades are cool, and they come in all different funky colours. Go order from &lt;a href="http://www.mania-shop.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ziting's blogshop&lt;/a&gt; (clickable, bodoh). I got mine within a day! Happiness! I might want to get an orange one! :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amanda brought hers today too. Hers is white, which is pretty too. It looks nice on her dark, dark skin. We were crapping around in the bus on the way to the Malay place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPg0jisCJjI/AAAAAAAAA5o/jtVSvGG-0GY/s1600-h/Shutter+Shades!+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258010350166615602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPg0jisCJjI/AAAAAAAAA5o/jtVSvGG-0GY/s320/Shutter+Shades!+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amanda's white shades, and my pretty pink one! Spastic, but I like the shades :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPg0jwDt3RI/AAAAAAAAA5w/w6M-iKspAsg/s1600-h/Shutter+Shades!+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258010353755610386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPg0jwDt3RI/AAAAAAAAA5w/w6M-iKspAsg/s320/Shutter+Shades!+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm wearing Amanda's one, and Jennifer wore mine. Hmph, white is pretty too. But pink is prettier :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yaaay. Happiness!! Hurry and come back, Jane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a totally random note, I realised that a lot of people have taken a liking to calling me Melo. Instead of Mel or Melody. Jane calls me melox-,- And Esther just called me Melo today. Sounds like Milo-,- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;K, someone please tell me I'm okay.&lt;br /&gt;Because seriously, I don't want to care.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-6373268699008714894?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/6373268699008714894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=6373268699008714894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/6373268699008714894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/6373268699008714894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello_17.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPg0jHDObII/AAAAAAAAA5g/0OQt7xvU2Ns/s72-c/Ancient+History+Museum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810415316026333655.post-3217888049954784594</id><published>2008-10-16T20:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T20:40:37.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;JANE IS GONE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I miss her like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so weird without her around. Thank God (x98463278625) I have Amanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Jane. You better buy me something ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-3217888049954784594?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/3217888049954784594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=3217888049954784594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/3217888049954784594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/3217888049954784594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/10/jane-is-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-8672313697041987368</id><published>2008-10-15T17:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T18:17:27.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rewatched Titanic. 1997 show, that I swear I've watched it literally about 30 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm serious! I used to watch the show about twice or thrice everyday when I was young, 'cause I loved it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what Titanic's got that got me so, uh, obsessed. But I think it's got to do with the degree of feasibility of the show. Although okay, it's such an irony, because I think they fell in love and had sex in a matter of a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I'm very happy that in Titanic, although it's obvious Rose's will only ever love Jack, but she still married again after Jack's death and had children. Of course it's her most passionate love (duh, 'cause when she died, she "married" Jack. I think that's some implication of heaven or something. and if jack wasn't her most loved love, she'd have "married" to her real husband), but then it's quite stupid to be hung up forever. Especially over a dead man. And I think it's good they didn't make Rose single for the rest of her life, which is really quite retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titanic is still my favourite classic, and years after Leonardo's death I shall still find it my favourite show ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had some creativity thing today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kind of stupid. 'Cause I really think I'm more of a left-brainer than a right-brainer. Although I didn't do that badly in the creative thing, but I sure as heaven don't do well-,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Chinatown. Was hot, hot, hot, hot, hot! Didn't really enjoy myself, but the bus rides were the best, as per normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going some Ancient History Museum tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aish, I can't wait for school to be over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-8672313697041987368?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/8672313697041987368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=8672313697041987368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/8672313697041987368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/8672313697041987368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/10/rewatched-titanic.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-6790373575193023075</id><published>2008-10-14T00:56:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T20:46:55.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Encounter 2008 : Best weekend, ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm going to try to follow Jane's style of blogging for once, to make it easier to read, and less lumpy. 'Cause this is a long, image heavy post. Sarah wants to be credited for her pictures and her wish shall be granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day one:&lt;br /&gt;Went Bugis with Esse, Sarah and Deborah.&lt;br /&gt;Bought a whole lot of barang.&lt;br /&gt;Deborah and I bought rolling stones! And Esse and I bought pretty caps.&lt;br /&gt;Met the rest of the gang at Sengkang (was it? I can't remember) and had Kfc for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne met us there and gave us this whole bag of goodies for us to snack on during the encounter.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Yvonne (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for the bus to encounter campsite.&lt;br /&gt;Took pictures!!! But they're with Lianne, I think.&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne waited with us :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had some really light worship and lesson for the first day,&lt;br /&gt;then off to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;The dorm wasn't all that good looking at first, but we totally loved it after the whole encounter.&lt;br /&gt;Lianne and I shared a bunk!&lt;br /&gt;Deborah with Regine, Esse with Sarah, and Lauren with Li Jun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had trouble sleeping-,-&lt;br /&gt;I swear, Lianne slept like a pig on top of me.&lt;br /&gt;Esse, Deborah and I were awake for the longest, and we drew pictures of people on Esse's book!&lt;br /&gt;We were laughing like idiots, and we had to leave the room to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Lianne totally sleep talked!&lt;br /&gt;She talked rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it wasn't even English.&lt;br /&gt;Just some incoherent mumbling.&lt;br /&gt;Deborah slept next, leaving Esse and I to sleep at 4+, 5.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I had 2 hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Oh joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day two:&lt;br /&gt;Had some lessons in the morning, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast wasn't that pleasant, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember, I think this was Day two's night!&lt;br /&gt;I guess I uploaded them in the wrong order, but nevermind :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256689274134226418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPODCy9gZfI/AAAAAAAAA5I/gMgyqTU8lX0/s320/Encounter08(6).bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lauren, Esse, Deborah and I playing cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played cheat :D&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, Deborah's lack of cheating skills are pretty darn amusing.&lt;br /&gt;She kept losing, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPODC2qeBEI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/bb8Vp-Fm3pw/s1600-h/Encounter08(3).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256689275128120386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPODC2qeBEI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/bb8Vp-Fm3pw/s320/Encounter08(3).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love Deborah's reaction.&lt;br /&gt;"Aye! LOSE AGAIN!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPODC1XfxGI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/ysqepKatGkk/s1600-h/Encounter08(4).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256689274780107874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPODC1XfxGI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/ysqepKatGkk/s320/Encounter08(4).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Halfway through the game, we managed, somehow, to move on to the topic of hair.&lt;br /&gt;I was pulling Deborah's hair 'cause she said it'll make it longer :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPOCZz4LFtI/AAAAAAAAA4g/dH_aPUlLu4w/s1600-h/Encounter08(2).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256688570005657298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPOCZz4LFtI/AAAAAAAAA4g/dH_aPUlLu4w/s320/Encounter08(2).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two love birds :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lianne didn't join us, 'cause she was sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;And she slept the most the previous night-,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our game ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPOCaEkBqWI/AAAAAAAAA4o/7PIS-rJ2zMg/s1600-h/Encounter08(7).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256688574484556130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPOCaEkBqWI/AAAAAAAAA4o/7PIS-rJ2zMg/s320/Encounter08(7).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time to sleep! Goodnight! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day two/three's bright and cheery morning ... (wrong order, again-,-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPOCaFgoPXI/AAAAAAAAA4w/UH-DZqjkidc/s1600-h/IMG_5191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256688574738742642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPOCaFgoPXI/AAAAAAAAA4w/UH-DZqjkidc/s320/IMG_5191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Deborah, Lianne :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPOCaUqTmdI/AAAAAAAAA44/0ZOIojlOVAc/s1600-h/Encounter08(2).bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPOCaUoJhSI/AAAAAAAAA5A/rknHRWCWge0/s1600-h/IMG_5193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256688578796815650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPOCaUoJhSI/AAAAAAAAA5A/rknHRWCWge0/s320/IMG_5193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ruffles make good eyes, don't they? :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPOBxHvZ61I/AAAAAAAAA34/IHIkkU9GHUY/s1600-h/Encounter08(5).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256687870962953042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPOBxHvZ61I/AAAAAAAAA34/IHIkkU9GHUY/s320/Encounter08(5).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Half-asleep Lianne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPOBxIog7VI/AAAAAAAAA4A/DgKCSmuBwFc/s1600-h/Encounter08(33).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256687871202487634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPOBxIog7VI/AAAAAAAAA4A/DgKCSmuBwFc/s320/Encounter08(33).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(K, we're finally back on track)&lt;br /&gt;Day two, before games! Group photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first game we played was some bench game,&lt;br /&gt;where you had to move two benches over to another side without stepping on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;It was the best game out of the whole lot!&lt;br /&gt;Our group was paired up with another male group :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPOBxGeRcAI/AAAAAAAAA4I/PaMYXjEcQkA/s1600-h/Encounter08(23).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256687870622658562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPOBxGeRcAI/AAAAAAAAA4I/PaMYXjEcQkA/s320/Encounter08(23).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPOBxVQIJ0I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/cG3sfKjqds8/s1600-h/Encounter08(25).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256687874589861698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPOBxVQIJ0I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/cG3sfKjqds8/s320/Encounter08(25).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hahaha, everyone's hugged closely together.&lt;br /&gt;Look at Lianne's expression :DDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPOBxQBWPdI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/bxdGbX0hD24/s1600-h/Encounter08(26).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256687873185693138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPOBxQBWPdI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/bxdGbX0hD24/s320/Encounter08(26).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking so terrified!!!&lt;br /&gt;The guys were pulling the benches.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPOBEWXtghI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/ODI32wT67Ws/s1600-h/Encounter08(28).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256687101795992082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPOBEWXtghI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/ODI32wT67Ws/s320/Encounter08(28).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this photo!&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it seem like everyone's showing off their muscles?&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I'm not in it :(&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to pull the bench :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPOBETrQmOI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/OSPUap_FV2g/s1600-h/Encounter08(31).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256687101072677090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPOBETrQmOI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/OSPUap_FV2g/s320/Encounter08(31).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time is running out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPOBEcp0_cI/AAAAAAAAA3g/AovrvTFbJ84/s1600-h/Encounter08(32).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256687103482592706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPOBEcp0_cI/AAAAAAAAA3g/AovrvTFbJ84/s320/Encounter08(32).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone's practically pulling at each other for support.&lt;br /&gt;And ... we made it in the end!&lt;br /&gt;Record timing!!&lt;br /&gt;The guys did a great job, and so did we :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trotted off to another station for the next game, and us girls, being girls, we were totally zi-highing ourselves!&lt;br /&gt;Screaming and jumping around so much, I swear you wouldn't believe Esse and I only slept for 2 hours :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPOBEQAGVGI/AAAAAAAAA3o/qqiZ8FGv4JY/s1600-h/Encounter08(24).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256687100086342754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPOBEQAGVGI/AAAAAAAAA3o/qqiZ8FGv4JY/s320/Encounter08(24).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Evidence available, as you can see.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me what I was doing; I seriously don't know. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPOBEVHjaCI/AAAAAAAAA3w/MA5aqe0P6r8/s1600-h/Encounter08(27).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256687101459785762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPOBEVHjaCI/AAAAAAAAA3w/MA5aqe0P6r8/s320/Encounter08(27).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Crosswords were next!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPOAc-n_kfI/AAAAAAAAA2o/FTjNB4e4gWE/s1600-h/Encounter08(22).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256686425406935538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPOAc-n_kfI/AAAAAAAAA2o/FTjNB4e4gWE/s320/Encounter08(22).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lianne and Deborah, racking their brains to find those stupidly embedded words.&lt;br /&gt;I swear I almost went blind -,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPOAc4XsPxI/AAAAAAAAA2w/HWt0A4iKxTo/s1600-h/Encounter08(20).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256686423727947538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPOAc4XsPxI/AAAAAAAAA2w/HWt0A4iKxTo/s320/Encounter08(20).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apparently, for the next station, we were supposed to sing some Titanic song, which I obviously don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me what I was doing either.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's craziness was contagious at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPOAc5ejmAI/AAAAAAAAA24/qGDq8xMHw54/s1600-h/Encounter08(21).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256686424025176066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPOAc5ejmAI/AAAAAAAAA24/qGDq8xMHw54/s320/Encounter08(21).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening attentively (ahem) to the person in charge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPOAcyP0_qI/AAAAAAAAA3A/5BsLTiKgQD0/s1600-h/Encounter08(19).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256686422084353698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPOAcyP0_qI/AAAAAAAAA3A/5BsLTiKgQD0/s320/Encounter08(19).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's teaching us the actions for the Titanic song!&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what baby, don't know what women and don't know what men.&lt;br /&gt;Sink, sink, sink.&lt;br /&gt;Something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPOAdIb9qKI/AAAAAAAAA3I/r5CCjQvPOj0/s1600-h/Encounter08(18).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256686428040833186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPOAdIb9qKI/AAAAAAAAA3I/r5CCjQvPOj0/s320/Encounter08(18).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was so happy!&lt;br /&gt;WE were so happy :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPN_9qnRsEI/AAAAAAAAA2A/A-5ftKk0Rcw/s1600-h/Encounter08(12).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256685887459274818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPN_9qnRsEI/AAAAAAAAA2A/A-5ftKk0Rcw/s320/Encounter08(12).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next station was some water game at the beach!&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to walk to this "X" sign which is out of the boxes.&lt;br /&gt;It's like some mine game. If you walk into a mine, tadaaa, you get splashed with salty sea water.&lt;br /&gt;Go Lauren, go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPN_9ote1II/AAAAAAAAA2I/iGOOM7baEc4/s1600-h/Encounter08(13).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256685886948430978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPN_9ote1II/AAAAAAAAA2I/iGOOM7baEc4/s320/Encounter08(13).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lianne's next! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPN_9xOtwAI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u5LTPZO_1YA/s1600-h/Encounter08(14).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256685889235304450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPN_9xOtwAI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u5LTPZO_1YA/s320/Encounter08(14).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The guys' turn (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPN_902TH_I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/OtO4pLytFU8/s1600-h/Encounter08(15).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256685890206638066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPN_902TH_I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/OtO4pLytFU8/s320/Encounter08(15).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sarah now! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, Esse, being the totally logical person that she is, figured out the maze.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently you just have to step out of the stupid box and walk to the "X" thingy -,-&lt;br /&gt;How stupid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In between all these games, there's some treasure hunt thing.&lt;br /&gt;You're supposed to find a mystery man, some weird items like a strand of hair from someone,&lt;br /&gt;plus a coconut.&lt;br /&gt;We found a small baby coconut! :D&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we were supposed to find this tree called don't know what.&lt;br /&gt;And it was some trick, but we found it!&lt;br /&gt;The only group who did, too! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPN_ekynDTI/AAAAAAAAA1g/WPSpf8mFbJA/s1600-h/Encounter08(9).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256685353320254770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPN_ekynDTI/AAAAAAAAA1g/WPSpf8mFbJA/s320/Encounter08(9).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next game! We had to go through that (those strings thingy) without touching the string.&lt;br /&gt;Go Esse! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPN_epQ7reI/AAAAAAAAA1o/23u6_f9KXVY/s1600-h/Encounter08(8).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256685354521177570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPN_epQ7reI/AAAAAAAAA1o/23u6_f9KXVY/s320/Encounter08(8).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me next!&lt;br /&gt;Can you feeeeeel my concentration?&lt;br /&gt;I totally didn't touch anything!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPN_e3J9_wI/AAAAAAAAA1w/XY70z3lf5H4/s1600-h/Encounter08(10).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256685358250065666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPN_e3J9_wI/AAAAAAAAA1w/XY70z3lf5H4/s320/Encounter08(10).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Deborah attempted! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the end, everyone just hecked all and pushed through those strings, cause we were out of time!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPN_e445A9I/AAAAAAAAA14/DdGrPV9GJVY/s1600-h/Encounter08(11).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256685358715306962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPN_e445A9I/AAAAAAAAA14/DdGrPV9GJVY/s320/Encounter08(11).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of our treasure hunt thingys.&lt;br /&gt;Group photo!&lt;br /&gt;Spastic me was so tired after all the screaming and energy consuming games :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chionged to bathe afterward (we were the firsts in the toilets!), and had a nice dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Which I don't really remember clearly.&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered that it was nice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played cards, as I've already posted on top due to my horrible arrangement of photos,&lt;br /&gt;plus blogger's frustrating functions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept much, much more!&lt;br /&gt;And much better too! :D&lt;br /&gt;Mostly because I was dead tired, and even the lumpy bed felt comfortable!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPN-5PDvnMI/AAAAAAAAA04/1N7dlLy5OPs/s1600-h/Encounter08(1).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256684711831379138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPN-5PDvnMI/AAAAAAAAA04/1N7dlLy5OPs/s320/Encounter08(1).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day three morning!&lt;br /&gt;Lianne ♥♥&lt;br /&gt;Leaving after breakfast, which is why I changed into jeans.&lt;br /&gt;I look really sleepy, and it's still dark outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPN-5MaKRHI/AAAAAAAAA1A/CpqxyWY59I4/s1600-h/IMG_5190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256684711120094322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPN-5MaKRHI/AAAAAAAAA1A/CpqxyWY59I4/s320/IMG_5190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone changed for church afterward, and we continued cards again.&lt;br /&gt;With Ruffles as our company.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Deborah's luck didn't change :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were sad to leave our dorm,&lt;br /&gt;which we had grown so accustomed to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down for breakfast after packing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPN-5ifRxFI/AAAAAAAAA1I/twspeehO5x4/s1600-h/IMG_5198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256684717047137362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPN-5ifRxFI/AAAAAAAAA1I/twspeehO5x4/s320/IMG_5198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dumb Deborah with my cap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPN-5sSeaiI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/oy3GGJyjyBI/s1600-h/IMG_5200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256684719677794850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPN-5sSeaiI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/oy3GGJyjyBI/s320/IMG_5200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cap on it's rightful owner :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went back to TC, and had somemore lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone really encountered God a whole lot.&lt;br /&gt;Deborah and I got slained.&lt;br /&gt;It was a cool experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch, then took a chartered bus back to Expo.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was snoozing on the way, lol :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPN-5j3DuEI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/NwDUn7vphvY/s1600-h/IMG_5202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256684717415315522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPN-5j3DuEI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/NwDUn7vphvY/s320/IMG_5202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favourite people, ever. ♥&lt;br /&gt;I love my cell (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some extras on the experience which I couldn't find space to fit in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place was loaded with wasps and bees;&lt;br /&gt;From the dorm to the toilet, I could count like ten dead wasps or something-,-&lt;br /&gt;And there was a bee in our dorm!&lt;br /&gt;Stuck on poor Sarah's bed and wouldn't move!-,-&lt;br /&gt;I tried to pull off the whole bedsheet but only succeeded in making the bee drop onto Esse's bed.&lt;br /&gt;Some guy came to our rescue later and cleaned it up.&lt;br /&gt;:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Deborah totally had a new obsession with some Afganistan (sp?) or Bangla word:&lt;br /&gt;KHAZAAAR.&lt;br /&gt;It means, let's go, according to Deborah.&lt;br /&gt;Although you can't really trust her when it comes to words :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we made fast friends with Lauren, and Li Jun!&lt;br /&gt;I think we all like Li Jun much, much more than Jasmin, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, throughout this whole experience, we all really had fun!&lt;br /&gt;We had a lot of sharing, a lot of tears, a lot of touching.&lt;br /&gt;And we all knew each other a whole lot better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Most importantly, we all encountered God. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-6790373575193023075?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/6790373575193023075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=6790373575193023075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/6790373575193023075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/6790373575193023075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/10/encounter-2008-best-weekend-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPODCy9gZfI/AAAAAAAAA5I/gMgyqTU8lX0/s72-c/Encounter08(6).bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810415316026333655.post-6952378185312071193</id><published>2008-10-13T19:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T19:33:56.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pictures of Sunday's "colouring thingy"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256598511718755922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPMwfunX7lI/AAAAAAAAA0g/-b7Xh1JGMbM/s320/Retard010-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the pretty colours!!! There were rows and rows of it - all different tints!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPMwVG4jrQI/AAAAAAAAAz4/BLsYVcYJ9JA/s1600-h/Retard009-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256598329254718722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPMwVG4jrQI/AAAAAAAAAz4/BLsYVcYJ9JA/s320/Retard009-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Genius at work! That's my hand, when Sarah made the paint overflow and I was pro-ishly cleaning it up. Glad to know that my 10 years of practise hasn't gone to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPMwVZc6MdI/AAAAAAAAA0A/GujzmrW3__M/s1600-h/Retard011-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256598334239027666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPMwVZc6MdI/AAAAAAAAA0A/GujzmrW3__M/s320/Retard011-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sarah's giving the crab it's pretty eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPMwVRm_HMI/AAAAAAAAA0I/8xfht_kEDeA/s1600-h/Retard012-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256598332133809346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPMwVRm_HMI/AAAAAAAAA0I/8xfht_kEDeA/s320/Retard012-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Almost done!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPMwVQZQ-GI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/ZueCr-Ispg8/s1600-h/Retard014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256598331807823970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPMwVQZQ-GI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/ZueCr-Ispg8/s320/Retard014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And it's finished! Isn't it the prettiest crab ever? So colourful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPMxyI443pI/AAAAAAAAA0o/pND1oZurSy8/s1600-h/Retard015-2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256599927520812690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPMxyI443pI/AAAAAAAAA0o/pND1oZurSy8/s320/Retard015-2-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And we all take pictures with it! Esse edited Regine's face. Not me! (Points finger at Esse) I look spastic here, but whatever (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-6952378185312071193?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/6952378185312071193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=6952378185312071193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/6952378185312071193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/6952378185312071193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/10/pictures-of-sundays-colouring-thingy.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SPMwfunX7lI/AAAAAAAAA0g/-b7Xh1JGMbM/s72-c/Retard010-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810415316026333655.post-7325045876509457184</id><published>2008-10-12T21:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:20:17.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church today. I wasn't happy with cell. Usually I don't really care, but today I was exceptionally irritable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, I don't know why either. So don't ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that cell is so meaningless, that I don't learn anything. I dislike that with Jasmin around, everyone dreads going to cell. And all the more, I don't like that she can't talk to us. Even so, I still have to respect her. It's so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to church early today, and went Tampines Mall with Esse, Regine and Sarah. We did some colouring thingy. Super cute. There're pictures but currently I think neither Esse nor Sarah has uploaded them yet. So you'll just have to wait. Went to eat pepper lunch afterward, then went back to church, late. I really should care at least the slightest about going back late, but I don't. Why am I not surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel cranky, although Regine is currently in my house, watching Ming Zhong. I swear, RTJ is the hottest Taiwanese guy, ever. His body is to-die-for. Plus, it totally reminds me of JaeJoong :D Regine is crazy. She's totally immune to his (RJT) utter irresistable-ness-,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah still owes me encounter photos, which she claims she is going to upload. She better. Else ... -,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike - utterly and completely - people who don't type English properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They think it's so cool, but it's seriously uncool. It's fine if it's words like "alr", "u" and stuff. But it's not alright when all the words are gramatically wrong, and people type with quadriple "i"s and "x" and whatever other letters they seem to have an obsession with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ie lurbs ue berii berii much"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Gags* "I" is shorter than "Ie" and you save about 0.0000000000001% less energy. Why'd anyone still want to put "I" as "Ie"? Does it really look that nice. Completely puke-inducing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's their own fault people label them lians or bengs, because they allowed themselves this weird quality such that people identify them as a different species of human being altogether. And I think they secretly think it's cool to be labelled this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't make anyone look cool. It just makes it a hell lot harder to read. Plus a hell lot more frustrating.&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/810415316026333655-7325045876509457184?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/7325045876509457184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=7325045876509457184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/7325045876509457184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/7325045876509457184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-4863121817307961627</id><published>2008-10-11T20:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T20:38:13.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I started writing something about Fahrenheit on my previous post, but I realised it needed a post on itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Venetia's post prompted this, I don't know. And this is not about TVXQ. I just need to, express my disgust for Fahrenheit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, disgust. Read it. Go on. DISGUST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has their opinions, so forgive me for expressing my opinions. Not that I'll ask for any forgiveness, 'cause no one asked you to take offence on this (: What's up with Fahrenheit being the "hottest band" in Taiwan right now? I don't care if anyone is too deluded to agree with me, but it's a fact. Fahrenheit is popular ONLY because of their looks. Which is pretty much mediocre, if you ask me. Fine, I shall give fans the benefit of doubt. They are good looking. Alright. But there's a reason why we call the music industry a MUSIC INDUSTRY, and not a MODEL INDUSTRY, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that right now the music industry is no longer rooted on ability to sing, but more on how good looking you are. And of course, a star requires some degree of good looks. However, do you really think that Fahrenheit deserves all this ... uh, acknowledgement and commercial?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give me shit about how they've just started and they didn't train. Who cares. If that's the case, then they shouldn't even start. So, if you have an exam, and because you didn't study beforehand and you failed it, you're going to ask the examiner to allow an exception and pass you BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T STUDY? What about those who've studied and passed? That's obviously nonsensical. It's Fahrenheit's fault they didn't train, and other stars trained, and therefore are better. And Fahrenheit deserves no sympathy and allowance for mistakes and bad quality singing/dancing/acting whatsoever because they didn't train, or trained for only a short amount of time. It's their fault they didn't start earlier and now they're as old as dinosaurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is the lame excuse you fans can come up for your idols, then, I'm sorry, but you're really not so clever. Shouldn't you at least think of a more plausible excuse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't you fans feel cheated? You pay to watch their performances, and yet they give you such horrible quality performances. Eugh. I feel disgusted, and I sympathize with all the fans. And what's your excuse? They've been through alot? Hahahahahhahahahaha. Which stars haven't been through alot? You think people gain popularity instanteneously? Of course it takes hard work. And who cares if Fahrenheit works hard and have "been through alot". So your examiner should pass you, even though you failed, because you've "been through alot"? No one gives a shit, seriously. Even if you mug day and night for years, and other people study only a day, yet do better than you, it's your problem. Maybe you're just not smart enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, maybe Fahrenheit's just not suited for this. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't get rewarded for your hard work. You get rewarded for your achievements. No one gives two hoots about the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hell yeah. I know Fahrenheit is popular. Just that I don't think they deserve that popularity. I THINK that the reason the tickets were sold out in days is because their fans are deluded enough to pay for bad quality performances (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you ask me. I'd rather have intelligent people liking me, than delusional people liking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who cares if they've improved? Sure, I might have improved from scoring a 0 to a 30 out of 100. But it's still a fail. They're not worse, of course, but they're not any better. Like I said, no one really cares about improvement. If they've improved but they are still bad, so what? It's just stupid. You don't reward people for improvements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you really think their singing/dancing is up to standard for any acknowledgement? Hahaha. I don't think so. Maybe Aaron is up to standard. But the rest? Ha, not really. Wang Dong Cheng's acting is perhaps not so bad. But then again, he can't really sing. So, forgive me for laughing out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know people will say that genius is made up of 10% talent and 90% hard work. Hahaha, whatever. I guess it makes sense to a certain degree. But then again, EVERYTHING HAS EXCEPTIONS. Scholarships are given to those who produce top grades, not to those who work hard and fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, my friends who like Fahrenheit, don't take offence on this. It's not a personal attack. You can degrade TVXQ too, if you feel it'll make you feel better (: Blogs are meant for people to put on their opinions anyway. If you don't have an opinion, then that's your problem, isn't it? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-4863121817307961627?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/4863121817307961627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=4863121817307961627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/4863121817307961627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/4863121817307961627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-started-writing-something-about_11.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-5366269466273759159</id><published>2008-10-11T18:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T19:14:18.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Danced to BBang's Lies today :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I rushed from Dhoby all the way to Milennia just to find that the lao pok teacher was there, relieving Pat again-,- But it was alright today. As long as he stays away from things he doesn't know how to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIP was fun today. Kind of. My skin thickened tenfold by the end of the shift. Ha. We (Jane, Jenny, Vivian, Hui Jun, Jennifer, Nicole and I) were the "escalator girls", as some guy called us. We practically just stood at the foot/top of the escalator and thanked people for keeping to the left, at the same time holding up posters. Was quite stupid at first, but then we warmed up and it became more ... interesting. I was pretty amused by different people's reaction to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people were so ignorant, it was puke-inducing.&lt;br /&gt;Damn pro. I was smiling at them to remind them to keep to the left, and upon hearing that, they still gan gan go to the right-,- And some people who weren't on the left, upon seeing me, glared at me. Most people just looked at me like I had two heads, or I was stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was especially pissed at this guy, who was, by the looks of it, JC 1/2. He looked at me mockingly, using the "aw, you poor little thing" attitude and asked me how much I get paid doing this, SNEERING AT ME SOMEMORE. I politely replied that we don't get paid and he looked at me like I was crazy as was like "then why ya'll still doing it!", as if I was so pathetic to be doing this on a Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh, hold it there guy. Apparently there are some people who do things willingly, not for money. I was so pissed I felt like retorting. Too bad he already went down the escalator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, well, of course there were exceptions. Some nice ones smiled at us and occasionally some people would smile and give us a thumbs up. Some would politely greet us back too, when we tell them to have a nice day. Some woman thought that we were looking for someone, ha. As if anyone would go to any mrt station and hold up a wanted sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a Singa mascot around too! Super cute. I wanted to be the mascot! But apparently, I'm too tall-,- Lol, we ate lunch, which consisted of maggy mees, under some tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the shirt we received. Nice material. And our leader or something, whatever, Carmen (sp?), is really nice. Ha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had some random and completely weird epiphany that alot of people actually like people, although they don't act it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you it was random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-5366269466273759159?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/5366269466273759159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=5366269466273759159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/5366269466273759159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/5366269466273759159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/10/danced-to-bbangs-lies-today-d-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-7904749103514284011</id><published>2008-10-10T15:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T15:51:07.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Games Carnival today was unexpectedly fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hell, I've officially given respect to all daddies who watch soccer(football) like there's no tomorrow. Soccer was awesome, although we've won only 2 out of 4 games, but I'm quite proud of our team already; we didn't even practise, while the other classes were training like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first two matches were horrigible and corrigible. Not proper words. (ahem) We were literally stroking the ball. Next two matches we totally hecked everything and played. Really roughly if I may add. I swear we gave bruises to all those legs we kicked ruthlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AYE. DON'T CARE JUST CHIONG. KICK THEIR LEG ALSO NEVERMIND"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember who said that. *Grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final two matches were won by penalty strikes. Rachel is a damn pro goal keeper. And hahahah, I totally love YY's spirit. "CHIONG AHH!!!" Others did really well too. So proud of ourselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than soccer, it was really fun going around and supporting all the Truthians in floorball, captain's ball, and frisbee. We were screaming like crazy, and I even went a little overboard with the floorball thing, which I totally felt guilty about and went back to apologise to the Unity team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unity team actually hit the ball out, but they continued anyway and hit it back into Truth's goal. Everyone was really disappointed at first until Lydia and I pointed it out to the empires, who took away Unity's score. And I totally (and embarrassingly) lost my self control and jumped up and screamed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YAY TRUTH WE'RE STILL ZERO TO ZERO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone totally stared at me, and I was sure I was given some creepy looks from Unity players. I'm sorry!!! But the Unity team were being really nice about it and said it was alright (: Speaking of which, Unity is totally pro at soccer, but considering they totally have a pro on their team (they brought gloves loh, please), and that they've been training like crazy, they deserve their wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, there's official talent discover(ies) in Truth. VENETIA, and SI ZHENG. Hahahahah. Total frisbee pros man. I witnessed Venetia throwing the frisbee and it totally flew the whole court. Like, &lt;em&gt;woh&lt;/em&gt;. I thought the only thing she could do was love TVXQ. And seriously, it isn't as easy as it looks. Saw some secondary one classes playing and they didn't throw very well. Our frisbee team won four out of four games. Total trashing! Yay team! Jane and I were like in the midst of screaming when Jane suddenly yelled "JAEJOONG!" and so I yelled "YUNHO!" :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floorball did really well too! Siu Ming is totally like YY, and we won 2/4! Hey, we didn't practise k. Mr Tay was like haolianing (again) that once he screams, we win. Fang pi-,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And captain's ball! Kind of disappointing, considering we have Windy, Lydia, Zhen Hui, Jenny and Melissa on the team. But they did well! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so exhausted!!! But it was fun. I love Truth, so very very much. Although, someone was being overbearingly annoying. &lt;em&gt;Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb. Mary had a little lamb who's fleece was white as snow. &lt;/em&gt;I ren-ed it, although I very nearly snapped and pulled out her hair-,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall, TRUTH IS ZE BEST! (I'm not talking about the overall prize thingy k-,-) :D&lt;br /&gt;KLOE Project CIP tomorrow! I don't know if I should be happy or I should be sad-,-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-7904749103514284011?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/7904749103514284011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=7904749103514284011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/7904749103514284011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/7904749103514284011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/10/games-carnival-today-was-unexpectedly.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-1617294295614933940</id><published>2008-10-09T22:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T22:18:39.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's such a slack day.&lt;br /&gt;School ended at 1, and we had two hours of lunch before LD, which we spent in macs and the family lounge talking and doing nothing. Oh joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for dance class today with Vernice and Ziting! :D&lt;br /&gt;Was quite alright. Funnnnnn. Choon Hui is difficult to spot though, considering her size. Hahahah. Saw Michael too. He totally looked at me like I was crazy when I waved to him-,- I'm so hurt. I bet he doesn't remember me. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Dong Bang Shin Ki.&lt;br /&gt;So sue me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-1617294295614933940?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/1617294295614933940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=1617294295614933940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/1617294295614933940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/1617294295614933940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/10/todays-such-slack-day.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-3183169262043104943</id><published>2008-10-07T19:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T19:27:47.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so going to improve my writing abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite sad actually. I realised that my English isn't really that fabulous. I shall spend the holidays to try to brush it up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and guess what, I flunked my Science! But I wasn't feeling dismayed or anything. Well, of course there's that stupid sting at first, but then I reassured myself and I was happy for the rest of the day :) Watched Dante's Peak during Geography. It was alright. I hate the mayor or something of the town. For no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch Romeo and Juliet. Which reminds me of Literature dramatising, which I've yet to do-,- Which continues to remind me about doing the Chinese thing. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone kill me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You annoy me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-3183169262043104943?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/3183169262043104943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=3183169262043104943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/3183169262043104943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/3183169262043104943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-so-going-to-improve-my-writing.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-1255653280360620330</id><published>2008-10-06T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T21:59:58.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LEONARDO DICAPRIO IS SERIOUSLY DREAMY !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was young lah. Titanic/Romeo and Juliet era. Now he's pretty much an old man, I suppose. Titanic used to be my favourite show when I was a small little kiddo, and I still have fond memories of it. I swear I've watched it perhaps a million times already. JACK!! :D Titanic is ze ultimate blockbuster man, and up to date I still like it a lot. Although for whatever reasons I myself cannot really fathom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we were shown Romeo and Juliet today during Literature lesson. And no, it isn't a stupid show. I think it's rather romantique, although I'd reckon that the shakespeare lines doesn't really fit the modern setting of the show. Although of course, the Elizabethan English is an important factor in Romeo and Juliet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the point. LEONARDO IS SERIOUSLY DREAMY. As I have evidently already established. But he has a really boyish look. Blond hair and all. Although I do prefer tall, dark and handsome but Leonardo &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; arguably the hottest pretty boy ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROMEO, ROMEO, WHEREFORE ART THOU ROMEO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Dong bang shin ki! (K, I'm not a fan. But, the name sounds nice in full. Dbsk just sounds ... fat. Like Jane says)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-1255653280360620330?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/1255653280360620330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=1255653280360620330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/1255653280360620330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/1255653280360620330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/10/leonardo-dicaprio-is-seriously-dreamy.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-2310740145440042510</id><published>2008-10-05T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T23:42:26.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HAVEN'T BLOGGED SINCE FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well, well. So many things happened! For starters, I'm so glad tests are over. Hurray man, like seriously. So much pressure and stuff. It's finally over!!! And hell, enrichment week starts! Slacking officially begins! Happiness!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling seriously happy right now. Serenity is such a good feeling, especially after all those weeks of turmoil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church today! Was a happy, cheerful day. Moreover, it was communion week, so we sang really nice songs and I was really enthralled by the Youthnet dancers. Okay, not really, there isn't much of a wow factor, but I really, really, really want to dance for Youthnet. If only I could! I don't really know what's holding me back. No open doors evident right now. Church was really good, and my dearest Deborah was making me laugh the whole time! I was talking to Deborah on the phone the night before, and I totally got her hooked on neopets! (Will talk about that later) Hahahahha. I'm such an influential figure. And Deborah is slowly becoming my reaaallly good friend in church. Of course, I still love Lianne and Esse and all those people :D Can't live without them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, and my cousin is finally my cousin again! Today was Richard's birthday celebration and we all went for dinner together. My cousin totally talked to me and stuff. I was so happy! I got my cousin back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS, I got my basketball shorts today! Bought them from Reebok. Whooooh. Actually I'm not even sure if it's men's or women's, but still. It's the same, so whatever, doesn't really make much of a difference. It's black with slight green printing. Pretty! I shall wear them on Thursday for dance class. Or perhaps Saturday :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you realise, this blog post is evidently filled with more exclamation marks than usual, which is henceforth a testimonial of my dear, dear joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on to the thing I was going to talk about, I totally went back to neopets! Obviously my dearest Jane got me interested and I went to play, and totally got hooked on! Jane's zarafa (or is it zafara) is not pretty at all k! My yellow, cute kacheek is so much prettier! I was lame, and upon Deborah's, uh, weird influence, I named my kacheek iBOLSTER :DDD I earned like 10k neopoints in 2 hours! Pro right! But then I spent them all on some stupid quest that I didn't even finish-,- Stupid snow fairy person and stupid Edna of Haunted Woods. Ugh. I was talking to Vernice while playing neopets yesterday night and Vernice evidently thought I was too bored or something :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, since Jane has declared her love for Jaejoong, I shall now declare my liking for Yunho. And Yunjae is ultimate cuteness!!! Dong bang shin ki, yo. I AM STILL NOT A FAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, alright. Can you believe I'm actually excited to go to school????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's 'cause I get to irritate Amanda. And see people I don't even know why are my good friends, like Jane. And, of course, six dollars! (More like five, actually)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally random note, CREATIVE WRITING IS TOTALLY FUN. We should do it more often. Why, on perfect and beautiful mother earth do we need to learn report writing? Or uh, whatever writing? And learn what are adverbs and past present perfect and Pete knows what crap? (I don't even know all those technical grammer terms.) It makes English, the fun and perfect and totally flawless English, such a bore. Teachers should be ashamed of themselves. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-2310740145440042510?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/2310740145440042510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=2310740145440042510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/2310740145440042510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/2310740145440042510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-havent-blogged-since-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-1793405260513258315</id><published>2008-10-01T13:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T13:23:26.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't studied and am coughing like a dog.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, life couldn't get any better-,- My cough is probably the worse I've had in my life. Threw up quite a few times. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane makes me want to play neopets. But I can't. Not now, anyway. I shall oneday! After the damn Eoys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-1793405260513258315?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/1793405260513258315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=1793405260513258315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/1793405260513258315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/1793405260513258315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/10/havent-studied-and-am-coughing-like-dog.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-3727484563868057540</id><published>2008-09-29T17:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T17:41:55.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Venetia: NO LOH, PLEASE. IS YOU YOURSELF NEVER COME AND TAG OFTEN SO NEVER SEE. I LINKED YOU ANCIENT YEARS AGO!-,- And you stupid shit, never update my link! O: YAY YUNHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole: -.- People are entitled to their own opinions. He does not have squinty eyes.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Built the damn dnt bridge today, and found out Mr Tay knows my blogshop-,- I hope no one tells me next that Mr Sam knows or something. Ahem. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wheeee, the dnt bridge was quite successful, I hope :D Mr Tay said mine was "aestethically beautiful" Yeah right. Snort. Did it within the period 'cause my previous one was subjected to bending-,- Amanda abandoned me halfway to go for her German test. I was alone last week too okay! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I ponned French! Haaa. Was coughing like a dog, so went home instead :D I hope I'm starting dance class with Ziting and Vernice this week! Otherwise soon :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm itching to dance again! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-3727484563868057540?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/3727484563868057540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=3727484563868057540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/3727484563868057540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/3727484563868057540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/09/venetia-no-loh-please.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-5673210196378056235</id><published>2008-09-26T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T23:20:36.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jane, Amanda, Siu Ming, Vivian ... I'm sorry, I've let you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, I like Yunho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's not exactly bad, if you don't know who Yunho is. But ... Yunho is, *cough*, from Dbsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AHHHHH! DON'T KILL ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're rolling your eyes. Don't roll your eyes! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I SAID DON'T ROLL YOUR EYES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah ): But, well. Yunho is hot. As in, seriously. I don't adore dbsk, and neither am I head over heels for Yunho, but he is undeniably, uh, good looking. No worries though, I won't go around screaming like a stupid fangirl (except that I might have, a little) :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oi, keep your comments to yourself okay, please-,- Jane liked JaeJoong once too okay! And I seriously think the Dbsk-hate thing is kind of overboard; you people are way too prejudiced. Okay I know I was an opposer as well, but now I see it, it's not thaaat bad. I mean, I don't love it, but it's not bad (: And, I'm going to rant, so if your discrimination against dbsk is thumping even as you read this, I recommend you don't read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAWJAWJAWJAW! (No, not the shark show you arse)&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeee! I like Yunho's jaw! If you realise the pattern, I have hots for guys with nice jaws. Like Hiro! Haruma Miura has a nice jaw, too. Yunho has a pretty longuish face, and he amazingly manages to look decent in whatever hairstyles he decided to wear, which is quite an achievement, considering dbsk people always change hairstyles. You see something you like, then bam, a month later, it's probably not on their heads anymore-,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andandand! He can dance! As in, yeah, the whole of dbsk can dance, but Yunho dances the best. And guys who dance well have a special appeal to me, probably because I dance too (: And he has abs! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayokay. I shall stop before any of the dbsk haters officially hate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;STOP ROLLING YOUR EYES!&lt;/span&gt;  I swear you'll go blind one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A/w, went to Gil's house today together with Six dollars. More like five dollars. We hung around and ate maggie mee, and Nicole and raided Gil's cupboards and all her dirty little secrets (starts singing AAR song). Nicole even paraded around in them, ahhahaha. Her, ahem, dirty little secrets, comprises of oldey ahma skirts and weird tops not touched since primary four. I'm surprised it hasn't moulded already. Or rotted. Do fabrics mould?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I'm so utterly proud of myself! I drank 3 litres (yes, 3 litres) of water today! Refilled water bottle and went to the toilet so many times I was sure 1 Truth taught I was crazy -,- Ugh. &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And I realised, the more water you drink, the clearer your pee! Random epiphany!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... What! It's not disgusting! Don't tell me you don't look at your pee when you pee -,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA, I'm going to continue looking at Yunho's jaw. And I swear upon my life I shan't speak a word about dbsk on Monday, except to those who ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can now rest in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-5673210196378056235?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/5673210196378056235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=5673210196378056235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/5673210196378056235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/5673210196378056235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/09/jane-amanda-siu-ming-vivian.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810415316026333655.post-9123642085803201481</id><published>2008-09-25T12:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T12:19:47.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn. I hate being sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although ... I get to stay home and make up for my lack of mugging. Still, it sucks to be sitting at home with a fever. I don't think I'm currently in a state of absorbing anything in, although I've successfully studied a chapter and a half this whole morning (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's quite boring too, 'cause no one's online. But then, I can catch up on my sleep, so that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-9123642085803201481?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/9123642085803201481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=9123642085803201481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/9123642085803201481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/9123642085803201481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/09/damn.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-2202978477188762740</id><published>2008-09-23T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:07:49.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yuck. I hate studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Fish&amp;amp;Co. together with Jane &amp;amp; Jennifer today. Loaned money so I had to borrow Jane's money, who so kindly lent me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing much that's currently blog-able about in my mediocre life ... except that MISS LAW FOUND OUT MY BLOGSHOP. That's just embarrassing okay-,- Apparently she found out from Gil's blog or something, and then she went to ask Gilaine about it today. Ahem, and the friend next to Gilaine told Miss Law that it was "MELODY LAU FROM 1 TRUTH". Coughcoughcough. Which brings me on to my next point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM I REALLY THAT SCARY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is everyone afraid of me after first impressions?!!? Today, I found out that 7/7 people in 1 Truth who I asked was afraid of me in the beginning of the year. Talk about contradiction! I was trying to be all smiley and friendly on the first day okay! And then, not to mention, I have DEBORAH who told me I was intimidating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OI, GOT SO SCARY MEH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Gilaine's friend, I'M NOT ANGRY AT YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: How do you spell Ms Law? Is it literally "law"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-2202978477188762740?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/2202978477188762740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=2202978477188762740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/2202978477188762740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/2202978477188762740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/09/yuck.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-7216536893479532263</id><published>2008-09-21T17:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T17:30:44.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know why my relationship with my best cousin, and my utmost best friend would become like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have dinner with my cousin, and I'd rather stay at home and mug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't have a paper stuck on my forehead that spells invisible today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-7216536893479532263?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/7216536893479532263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=7216536893479532263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/7216536893479532263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/7216536893479532263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-feel-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-2754435145024904737</id><published>2008-09-19T19:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T19:33:28.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Apparently, not only Adeline's family neglects Adeline, I neglect my God too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been taking everything for granted. I blame Him, but He has always been there. I was just too blind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My estate should be featured on Discovery Channel; I see all sort of weirdo stuff when I walk my backbreaking 15 minutes walk home everyday. Talk about creepiness. I've seen komono lizards or dragons, whatever they're called, that's as long as half my leg. See lizards, ants crowding over dead coackroaches bodies, uh ... dead wasps, weird bugs, moths, bees. I seriously didn't realised I lived in some sort of insect museum-,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, I spotted some guy jogging in his underwear-,- Oh gosh. Total speedo-swimsuit-lookalike. Hello? Have some self preservation and dignity, man. And he doesn't even have an eight pack, much less a six pack (perhaps a four pack). When it comes to almost-nudity, home is sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yaayy, dnt completed! Jane and I stayed in school until 5, eating "cheng wan" and uh talking about random stuff. It was speak chinese day! Ha, cue the idiot Melo. Was having difficulty most of the time. Sigh, gotta brush up on my chinese. CC pqc today! Was quite alright. God blessed me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about randomities, Jane and I decided to ask everyone (four people) to bring their primary report books! Hahahaha. Then we can laugh at them :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEEE, DANCE CLASS TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;PATRICK, BE THERE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-2754435145024904737?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/2754435145024904737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=2754435145024904737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/2754435145024904737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/2754435145024904737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/09/apparently-not-only-adelines-family.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-1467020607517007706</id><published>2008-09-18T17:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T17:20:21.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hello world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't blogged in ages (arguably); it's been hectic. But before I go on to elaborate, birthday shoutout first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:60;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:60;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:60;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIRTHDAY, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:60;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:60;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMANDA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247284954368293650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SNIZ3VxfuxI/AAAAAAAAAcM/4zBFDXyQkUc/s320/Amanda+looking+stupid+..jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You look incredibly stupid here, but you're still the most tolerant partner, ever. Thanks for letting me steal your calculator :D And you rock most 'cause of your particular dislike for that similar someone ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahem.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I'm going to blog about the very, very bad dance class I had five days ago. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;I was all happy and excited for dance class to finally do hip hop after forever. Spirit was kind of dampened when I realised Patrick wasn't here for class, but it was alright. I could deal with this relief teacher who has always been Patrick's relief, right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apparently, I was WRONG.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was so pissed and frustrated. I understand I have to be humble and whatnot, but he wasn't really doing locking correctly. Yes, he wanted to geikiang teach us locking when it obviously states "HipHop". And I'm absolutely sure he's not a locker, he doesn't even do the wrist twirl correctly. He looked like some sort of crazed chicken, for goodness' sake. The other people in the class just blindly followed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was so angry! Ugh. Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid -yes my command of english isn't good enough to allow other words - stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Patrick better be here this week, or I'll spontaneously combust.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND SARAH, WHERE ARE THE PICTURES OF ENCOUNTER HUH HUH HUH!!! -,-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-1467020607517007706?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/1467020607517007706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=1467020607517007706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/1467020607517007706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/1467020607517007706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SNIZ3VxfuxI/AAAAAAAAAcM/4zBFDXyQkUc/s72-c/Amanda+looking+stupid+..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810415316026333655.post-7221441521838211528</id><published>2008-09-14T14:02:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T14:14:39.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:480%;"&gt;BLOGSHOP, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:480%;"&gt;BLOGSHOP, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:480%;"&gt;BLOGSHOP!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:480%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:480%;"&gt;UPDATING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:480%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:480%;"&gt;SOOON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:480%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lainelody.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.lainelody.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:480%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:480%;"&gt;GO SUPPORT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:480%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:480%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:480%;"&gt;ZITING'S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:480%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:480%;"&gt;BLOGSHOP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; TOO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:480%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:480%;"&gt;KAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:480%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mania-shop.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.mania-shop.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-7221441521838211528?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/7221441521838211528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=7221441521838211528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/7221441521838211528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/7221441521838211528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/09/blogshop-blogshop-blogshop-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-2649917286751115689</id><published>2008-09-13T12:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T13:10:34.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I dislike you, I really do. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You insignificant, self-centered, irritating little person.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your morals are all screwed up, and I don't give a flying shit about you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause seriously, I can't wait to never see you again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the first person I've disliked all year, and I wish you weren't here to scar my eyes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry test was, uh, screwed-,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed back with Jane and Amanda to do dnt. It was fun, 'cause we all decided to speak in Chinese. It was a breeze for Jane, what the heck. But Amanda and I (okay, maybe more of me) were stuttering around like idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't get anything done in the end, hahahah. Except cut a few pieces of wood. How clever. Went to eat Subway. And I swear upon my own life, I've never really eaten subway before, except maybe once. It's darn expensive, hello? Who'd pay $7 for bread and cookie?-,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gil came over to meet me, and she didn't know what Subway was. She thought it was those kind of underground subways. Hahah. Went to Bugis, and it was kind of atrocious. I wonder why people even shop at Bugis Street. I don't remember it being this disgusting when I went with Deborah, Esse and Sarah. Yuck to all those disgusting looking smocked tubes and shorts so short they practically show off your ass-,- And bucket bags. Somehow it looks like something NTUC would give away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to school's mac, and waited for Mum there, who fetched me home :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND TODAY, IS DANCE CLASS. YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. YAYAYAYAYA!&lt;br /&gt;And I've to study Geography. Sigh, sigh, sigh-,-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-2649917286751115689?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/2649917286751115689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=2649917286751115689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/2649917286751115689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/2649917286751115689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-dislike-you-i-really-do.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-7314577709907802352</id><published>2008-09-10T16:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T16:16:49.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOZOHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have Chem test this Friday! But I don't feel half as nervous :D I know God'll help me do it well, and now there aren't anymore stressful expectations to meet. Speaking of which, I know I have to blog about the encounter, but I don't have the pictures! They're with Sarah, who's currently studying for her oral (how do you study for oral?!) and cannot send it to me-,- And I don't fancy blogging about the encounter w/o pictures so you'll just have to wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geog test Monday! Then English! Then Lit-,- Gah.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll mug for Geog later. Nothing to mug for Chem already. Very much done! :D&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/810415316026333655-7314577709907802352?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/7314577709907802352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=7314577709907802352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/7314577709907802352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/7314577709907802352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/09/bozohh.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-2071245318452273313</id><published>2008-09-05T10:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T10:27:02.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A few more hours before my encounter, and I think I'm going to pee in excitement! (if you don't realise I'm joking, I'm about to pee in your face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, a/w. I woke up early today! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was so touched, 'cause my Mummy (and Daddy) left me $50 before they went to work, and they smsed me to enjoy myself. Sniff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What! I get gan dong easily okay-,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING MUCH TO POST ABOUT EXCEPT I'M REALLY EXCITED. CAN YOU FEEEEEEEEEL MY EXCITEMENT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-2071245318452273313?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/2071245318452273313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=2071245318452273313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/2071245318452273313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/2071245318452273313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/09/few-more-hours-before-my-encounter-and.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-8190514160960601643</id><published>2008-09-04T15:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T19:42:21.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What are these? The effects of boredom, that's what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was studying Geog, and I really wanted a break, but I had to restrain myself from coming downstairs to use the computer, 'cause once I stare at it, Geography will be left sadly unattended to. So I ended up taking random pictures of my book with my phone :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242064219529330082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SL-Nok7UvaI/AAAAAAAAAU8/Yk2AJeqs0WE/s320/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242064223730499698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SL-No0k9gHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/L_fgIR9UbCU/s320/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pretty! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND I AM LOVING HIRO ALL OVER AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can &lt;em&gt;hear&lt;/em&gt; you rolling your eyes. What. I have good taste okay. Not like Jane, who likes some Keisuke Koide person who is uh, cute. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, &lt;em&gt;cute&lt;/em&gt;. Ugly but adorable. Cute.&lt;br /&gt;Coughsplutterdie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND, I'M KINDA PHYSCED(sp?) FOR HSM3.&lt;br /&gt;All you shit people who hate it, shut up. What's so bad about it seriously? Just because it's a disney channel original movie and whatnot, people say it's immature. I resist the urge to snort smack whoever says that. As if you're very mature-,- And yeah, sure, Zac Efron/Vanessa is ugly. Ugly then ugly lah. So? What's so wrong about watching an ugly person's movie? And just because kids love it, you can't love it too? Hahaahaha. Really, that just goes to show how&lt;em&gt; mature&lt;/em&gt; you are. Then if that's the case, please don't go around loving cookiemonster, elmo, or spongebob, because my six year old sister loves it very much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ironic-,-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BUT YEAH, I REALLY CAN'T WAIT :D &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Ziting/Amanda says: cue the moodswings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And I just watched the first episode of Season 2 for Gossip Girl yesterday. It was ... okay. It's kinda moving too fast. Like the whole show's just about trying to stuff in as many ridiculous scandals as possible. New interest here, new interest there. Ugh. Kinda corrupted actually, but I guess, since the whole show is rather devoid of a plot, that's what makes it interesting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I still can't get over Nate with an older, married woman. Like hello? She's ... old. And not to mention, not even the least bit pretty looking. And Nate Archibald is hot. So it's actually kind of gross-,- Chuck and Blair are super cute together though! And Chuck's really kind of poor thing, if you look at things from his point of view. He's like some sort of spare tire. Blair goes to him for sex, then she goes back to Nate. And this time she's all over Marcus/James. Yuck. But then again, it's his fault too, for being such a bass-tard. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One last thing: I like Robert Pattison. Those who thinks he's too ugly to be Edward, go die. &lt;strong&gt;He has character.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sigh, going back to do my Literature now. Hate Lit. Grrr.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-8190514160960601643?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/8190514160960601643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=8190514160960601643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/8190514160960601643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/8190514160960601643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-are-these-effects-of-boredom-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SL-Nok7UvaI/AAAAAAAAAU8/Yk2AJeqs0WE/s72-c/Image015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810415316026333655.post-2019777164488258864</id><published>2008-09-04T00:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T15:22:39.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do, damn it. Okay maybe not November holidays, but more like September holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To toilet bowl with those who love short, frigging, not-even-a-holiday holidays. Seriously. The school shouldn't give us a holiday at all; waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so pissed. I can't seem to mug, and then there's this stupid pressure 'cause everyone's mugging their head off. I keep finding flaws in myself during the holidays. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few random things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I still can't wait for Youth Encounter&lt;br /&gt;2) Geography is stupid, I swear it is&lt;br /&gt;3) I think my friend has a boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;4) I think I'm going to burst with the amount of food I've been consuming during the holidays, although I don't really give much shit about it. I like food.&lt;br /&gt;5) I love Emmett (although, to toilet bowl with Twilight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY MUM'S GOT AN IPHONE! :OOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that it's a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was bloghopping around, and I realised just how blatantly ignorant and stupid some people are. Especially immature teeny boppers with boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's like they don't have a life outside of their boyfriends. Yuck. Seriously. Boyfriend at the age of thirteen? Go die. And then they try to be all soppy and romantic, but with their terribly disgusting, puke-inducing command of English, it becomes downright shitty. And every post they have, they talk about their stupid boyfriends. Every picture is DISGUSTINGLY editted with idiotic words like "Ilu baby". Coughspluttercough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the funniest thing? "I swear baby, Ilu for life" Two months later? "my heart is broken" .... -,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn idiotic I tell you. See already want to die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-2019777164488258864?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/2019777164488258864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=2019777164488258864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/2019777164488258864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/2019777164488258864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-hate-holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-2934680342745184915</id><published>2008-09-02T09:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T20:00:33.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FIRST DAY OF ZE OFFICAL STUDYING :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can maintain my motivation and discipline to really study. But at least I woke up early! Well it's not that early, but it'll do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so going to hide in my room with all the junk food I can get and study!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I'M STILL AS EXCITED AS EVER FOR YOUTH ENCOUNTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3:12 pm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn. I can't study for ef's sake.&lt;br /&gt;My attention span is so short. I stare at the book for half an hour and wham, I feel like sleeping. *Rolls eyes* So much for studying. For the whole day, I've only studied two hours of chem. Oh kill me now, please. I still have lots of chem to do, and I need to study Geog. Diediediediedie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[7:58 pm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO TOILET BOWL WITH STUDYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn, I am so pissed.&lt;br /&gt;I shall work throughout the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall, I shall, I shall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to challenge me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOZZZZZZZZZZZZOH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-2934680342745184915?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/2934680342745184915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=2934680342745184915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/2934680342745184915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/2934680342745184915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/09/thought-about-how-i-almost-gave-up-how.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-5827627008500301240</id><published>2008-09-01T19:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:19:07.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOVE THE BEACH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Vivo, then Sentosa today, together with Jennifer, Jane, and Rachel :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at an inhumane hour of 8 am (it's a holiday!), and Jane and Jennifer had so little faith in me that they both called me to make sure I was awake-,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Cyborg She :D It's a really good show, and the girl's really pretty. Just that the show is rather confusing, I'd reckon; the ending totally confused me. Jane said I was just thinking too much-,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Sentosa afterward! :D Went to the beach! Seriously, I don't get why people hate the beach. Sentosa's beach is really clean, considering Singapore's standards. There're many things to see at the beach as well ... especially couples who spend the entire time we were there making out in the water. Ayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241023533649141458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SLvbIr6entI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Aexm1Y9y2fY/s320/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SLvbIr6entI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Aexm1Y9y2fY/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jane's face has a weird habit of disappearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SLvbIgci0cI/AAAAAAAAAUc/n5joSfQ00a8/s1600-h/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241023530570797506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SLvbIgci0cI/AAAAAAAAAUc/n5joSfQ00a8/s320/Image030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jane and I :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SLvbIi9BjzI/AAAAAAAAAUk/__lAkn3eIFY/s1600-h/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241023531243900722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SLvbIi9BjzI/AAAAAAAAAUk/__lAkn3eIFY/s320/Image024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this picture; it's so act emotional :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241023043817944242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SLvasLJntLI/AAAAAAAAATs/LqPmTXDd1Ps/s320/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SLvasHZ6HBI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Ns_0GKW3cwE/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241023042812517394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SLvasHZ6HBI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Ns_0GKW3cwE/s320/Image002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The big O.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SLvasEMZezI/AAAAAAAAAT8/-ae4HBZG-co/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241023041950546738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SLvasEMZezI/AAAAAAAAAT8/-ae4HBZG-co/s320/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SLvasdJBeJI/AAAAAAAAAUE/k62xwaOVY88/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241023048647276690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SLvasdJBeJI/AAAAAAAAAUE/k62xwaOVY88/s320/Image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241023047008674722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SLvasXCWY6I/AAAAAAAAAUM/nqE0iKIYNM8/s320/Image005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SLvaBCrMgAI/AAAAAAAAAS8/eUAJj5ZiK-k/s1600-h/%E2%99%A5+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241022302808473602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SLvaBCrMgAI/AAAAAAAAAS8/eUAJj5ZiK-k/s320/%E2%99%A5+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Skyrider!&lt;br /&gt;Jane and I sat together, and we were so scared we'd drop our shoes/phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SLvaBT4X5AI/AAAAAAAAATE/pSIRQQcCsVs/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241022307427148802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SLvaBT4X5AI/AAAAAAAAATE/pSIRQQcCsVs/s320/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jane's spastic face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SLvaBrPztUI/AAAAAAAAATM/MvVzRUDP_Hk/s1600-h/%E2%99%A5+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241022313699456322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SLvaBrPztUI/AAAAAAAAATM/MvVzRUDP_Hk/s320/%E2%99%A5+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SLvZeYH27bI/AAAAAAAAASc/RUdlaSYjg4U/s1600-h/Jewella0901+(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241021707270417842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SLvZeYH27bI/AAAAAAAAASc/RUdlaSYjg4U/s320/Jewella0901+(5).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Neos, yadah, yadah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SLvZeiN1dzI/AAAAAAAAASk/3Abqf5okFwE/s1600-h/Jewella0901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241021709979842354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SLvZeiN1dzI/AAAAAAAAASk/3Abqf5okFwE/s320/Jewella0901.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SLvZernFeeI/AAAAAAAAASs/Q4oexuTxfOc/s1600-h/Jewella0901+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241021712501668322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SLvZernFeeI/AAAAAAAAASs/Q4oexuTxfOc/s320/Jewella0901+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm so totally going there again, in my swimsuit, so wading's actually an option at the beach.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; :D :D :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-5827627008500301240?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/5827627008500301240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=5827627008500301240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/5827627008500301240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/5827627008500301240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-beach.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SLvbIr6entI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Aexm1Y9y2fY/s72-c/Image006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810415316026333655.post-168293225383746182</id><published>2008-08-29T19:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T19:14:31.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FRIIIDAAAAYYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met w/ six wisdom today; it was fun :D&lt;br /&gt;Talked and laughed a lot, we sort of annoyed the dao huey zui auntie. Very much. She kept glaring pointedly at us. Poor auntie. She'll probably suffer a heart attack if we go there everyday :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole came over to my place afterward, and it was cool. Talked a lot, and I gave her two of my skirts! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel happy, and there isn't really much for me to blog.&lt;br /&gt;I'm too excited to study, and seriously, I'm much too happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, w/e. YAY, I CAN'T WAIT FOR MONDAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-168293225383746182?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/168293225383746182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=168293225383746182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/168293225383746182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/168293225383746182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/08/friiidaaaayyyyy-met-w-six-wisdom-today.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-8736096166688087104</id><published>2008-08-28T19:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T21:09:29.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;Nonono, don't ground me, please.&lt;br /&gt;Do anything but ground me D:&lt;br /&gt;Please, please, please.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M NOT GROUNDED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-8736096166688087104?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/8736096166688087104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=8736096166688087104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/8736096166688087104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/8736096166688087104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/08/nonono-dont-ground-me-please.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-6379282024259336919</id><published>2008-08-27T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T22:59:16.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It's funny, how sometimes we look unto other people and take pity, hoping we'd never see ourselves in their shoes. There's the heartache, and on the other hand, we feel angry. Do they deserve this? And where is the person responsible? It's weird, the kind of distintegrated feelings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Home today.&lt;br /&gt;Boring, kind of. Took pictures, but I'm too lazy to upload them. I painstakingly carried Jane's killer trumbone back to school. I swear, the case weighs twice the trumbone-,- And Jane stinks - all her notes were off :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-6379282024259336919?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/6379282024259336919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=6379282024259336919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/6379282024259336919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/6379282024259336919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-funny-how-sometimes-we-look-unto.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-1258236598330853701</id><published>2008-08-26T21:42:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:55:22.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SLQJ9r2yKxI/AAAAAAAAASE/EZ71fsjU5NQ/s1600-h/Imageeh132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238823221887904530" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SLQJIScH8-I/AAAAAAAAARU/CxOm-cDj-fo/s320/Image015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SLQJIRb2zBI/AAAAAAAAARc/hpoSO10Q0KI/s1600-h/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238822304262573074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SLQJIRb2zBI/AAAAAAAAARc/hpoSO10Q0KI/s320/Image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SLQIqS9yQcI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/G5isNy0tnxM/s1600-h/Yay+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238821789277241794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SLQIqS9yQcI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/G5isNy0tnxM/s320/Yay+.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SLQIjUXgrkI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZvKtcI57cAw/s1600-h/Jewella0826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238821669394492994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SLQIjUXgrkI/AAAAAAAAAQc/ZvKtcI57cAw/s320/Jewella0826.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SLQIjSt9FZI/AAAAAAAAAQk/WEIIsZUWYkg/s1600-h/Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238821668951758226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SLQIjSt9FZI/AAAAAAAAAQk/WEIIsZUWYkg/s320/Love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SLQIjrRsCJI/AAAAAAAAAQs/rfWS1D2zI2g/s1600-h/6+dollars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238821675544086674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SLQIjrRsCJI/AAAAAAAAAQs/rfWS1D2zI2g/s320/6+dollars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's a good day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silvael updated, as well as Mandi; it's a good FF day :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out early in the morning to meet Six Dollars (minus Shermaine, who has school) at hub. They decided they should all be late so I had to wait in Mcdonalds and do my work, which thankfully I brought along. Rane came first, and she paid for the tickets with her credit card! :O &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Money No Enough. Was good: laughed a lot, and cried a lot. I told my Mum that as long as a show can make me cry, it's successful :D Ha. Have something to post about Money No Enough, but not today. No mood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to Rane's house. Talked, drank the wine-abe sparkling juice that is merry and Christmas-y ('cause I always drink it for Christmas), and ate chocolate. Went back to hub and played arcade and took neos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Gil's house. Took pictures and DDR-ed. Pictures not in any order. Blogger is screwed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I'm sorry, I know this is a stupid, boring, senseless post. I'm cranky and I have no mood to blog a good post. I personally hate reading posts like this, but no choice kay. I'm tired. *Yawn* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ SIX DOLLARS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-1258236598330853701?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/1258236598330853701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=1258236598330853701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/1258236598330853701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/1258236598330853701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/08/todays-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SLQJ9r2yKxI/AAAAAAAAASE/EZ71fsjU5NQ/s72-c/Imageeh132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810415316026333655.post-6827712984913426732</id><published>2008-08-22T15:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T16:39:49.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm eating strawberry yoghurt as we speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has successfully made into my list of 3 daily can't-live-withouts, of which consists of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Not in any order of preference]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Vitasoy (I swear, I consume like 2 packets a day on an average. Why not? It's nice and healthy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Strawberry Yoghurt (Especially with cut up cubes of strawberries dipped in. Omg)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Computer/phone/internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A/w, Lydia brought measuring tape today! So everyone's chest size/shoulder size could be measured for the class tee. I insisted on getting an L. Better big than small right? :D And everyone had to choose their own nicky, and I chose mine to be La Danceur, which means The Dancer. Muahahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane's one was cute :D "The pimple on your head" It's original, I guess. Jane, Jennifer, Amanda and my nickies had J2am behind it. Okay the "2" is supposedly a square la. It's sort of algebra for JxJxAxM :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, I have to pack the damned drawer. Else Mummy will scold again-,- PLUS SPEND TIME W/ MEGAN AND READ NEWSPAPER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great way to spend a Friday!&lt;br /&gt;Tsk-,- Can't wait for dance class later. Tada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-6827712984913426732?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/6827712984913426732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=6827712984913426732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/6827712984913426732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/6827712984913426732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-eating-strawberry-yoghurt-as-we.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-2655746404085668347</id><published>2008-08-21T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T18:48:39.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yay, class tee :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lydia did an awesome design, using my name as an example. It's so pretty; I love orange! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236916862490435874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SK1EI9r-4SI/AAAAAAAAAQM/mz-dfiIL1jI/s320/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Back View &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SK1EI9KaP6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/BCKe096FVyA/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236916862349623202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SK1EI9KaP6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/BCKe096FVyA/s320/Image011.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Logo at the front.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Lydia has this idea that everyone should have a nicky for themselves, and she gave me the name "The Drama-Queen" -,- Rightttttt. Can I be Dancing Queen instead? :D  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;A/w, I'm totally in love with Poetry Slam right now. The feeling you get when you wrote a good piece (of poem) is damn satisfactory. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Chris Mooney Singh didn't come today for Ld, and Mel (it's a guy-,-) took over. I prefer Mel much much more. He sort of stood out as a rather scary/weird person at first, but then gradually I find that he's much nicer :D Although he edited the winning team's poem a little weirdly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We were supposed to write a poem about Singapore, and Splat 1 (my team)'s poem rocked. Hard. We came up with a few dry ideas before we actually decided on one good one, which was Leyan's idea. Then we each wrote our own versions individually and then we sort of discussed over it and chose parts to combine together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And the result was fantastic!!! I was so satisfied with what I wrote :D And to hell with those who still live in the ancient thinking of "Poetry=flowery language/cheemology". It's not! A good poem is simple and straightforward. Who gives a shit about cheemology?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Pride is our armour,&lt;br /&gt;The dollar bill's our dress.&lt;br /&gt;Politics is our sword,&lt;br /&gt;And success is our mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't be seen;&lt;br /&gt;Our faces are disappearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our society is like coffee;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet, fragrant, and strong.&lt;br /&gt;It gives us some warmth,&lt;br /&gt;But will not last for long.&lt;br /&gt;At least not with that sugar cube of culture,&lt;br /&gt;Melting... dissolving ...&lt;br /&gt;Into a tiny, frozen,&lt;br /&gt;Speck. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;YAY. Mel said it was good :DDDDDDD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I feel all happy and satisfied!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-2655746404085668347?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/2655746404085668347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=2655746404085668347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/2655746404085668347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/2655746404085668347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/08/yay-class-tee-d-lydia-did-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZoGefxtlVs/SK1EI9r-4SI/AAAAAAAAAQM/mz-dfiIL1jI/s72-c/Image010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-810415316026333655.post-5283139673386147307</id><published>2008-08-18T19:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T22:11:43.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't care what people will say,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm running after You.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't turn back and go their way,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I'm running after You.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't matter what may come my way,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm running after You.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's You I'm following today,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm running after You.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag Replies! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;venetia: Uh huh. I'm replying now, happy?-,- Aya, I seriously don't have that much time on my hands to bother with FREQUENT updates. So, uh. W/e :D And I shall link you alright, &lt;em&gt;soon&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JENN♥: Heyheyhey. Yeah. I'll probably update today or something. &lt;em&gt;Soon&lt;/em&gt;. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LIANNE(;: I know, right! So rude-,- I tagged you already! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GILAINE: Aha. Great. I'd like to be the first to try your, cough, invention. (Not adding that I suppose it'd be a great failure) :P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, bodoh is my new favourite word now! :D And I'm running off to watch my MZZDWAN! Go ahead and guess what that is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus' name, it shall be done.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/810415316026333655-5283139673386147307?l=vagueoutlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/feeds/5283139673386147307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=810415316026333655&amp;postID=5283139673386147307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/5283139673386147307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/810415316026333655/posts/default/5283139673386147307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vagueoutlines.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-dont-care-what-people-will-say-im.html' title=''/><author><name>I</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00878962360977024990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-810415316026333655.post-436704902764311257</id><published>2008-08-17T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T20:43:43.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello all ye who're alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't been posting since forever, but w/e. I've no mood to post. But, there's youth encounter coming up! I was kind of reluctant to go at first, but now I'm so excited! *Squeals* It's a three day two night thing; I'm really looking forward to it! Especially since the whole cell's going. Carissa's an exception though D: But it's a
