<?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-3042189809121690713</id><updated>2012-02-17T09:11:58.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Embellishments.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-7396482156930977729</id><published>2010-02-02T19:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:43:13.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shifted !</title><content type='html'>Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is officially down and dead. ;x .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shifted to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;http://www.yakusoku-kokoro.blogspot.com&lt;/center&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/3042189809121690713-7396482156930977729?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7396482156930977729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/shifted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/7396482156930977729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/7396482156930977729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/shifted.html' title='Shifted !'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-1649896848654986576</id><published>2010-01-11T17:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T17:20:48.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE FIRST A1 !</title><content type='html'>I FINALLY GOT IT. An A1. ;shy !&lt;br /&gt;After like. Getting the Bs and Cs and Ds and Es and Fs. D; .&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY. FINALLY. FINALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kays. Happy. ;D !&lt;br /&gt;Ohno. ); !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 more months to my turn. D; !&lt;br /&gt;Damnnnnnnnnnnnn !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMaths.&lt;br /&gt;EMaths.&lt;br /&gt;Sciences.&lt;br /&gt;Humanities.&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHNO !!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*faints*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-1649896848654986576?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1649896848654986576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-a1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/1649896848654986576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/1649896848654986576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-a1.html' title='THE FIRST A1 !'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-3589173694496971687</id><published>2010-01-05T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T23:22:16.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>._. ~</title><content type='html'>For one of the first few times that I am gonna post something that comes from the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only the start of 2010 and I am already grumbling like the Mrs. Dubose in "To Kill A Mockingbird".&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Grumbling.&lt;br /&gt;Grumbling about why is time not enough.&lt;br /&gt;Why is 'O' Levels nearing.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to torture myself by taking up Physics.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I choose what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the first place, why the hell did I get into this school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chung Cheng High School. Main.&lt;br /&gt;Despite it's 70 years of history, I seriously don't find any pride in it sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I love the school.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what.&lt;br /&gt;But that is gonna be something was is history-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the proper English.&lt;br /&gt;I am having such a bad mood now I bet everything is going haywire. -.- .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few things probably spoil my mood to welcome 2010 with open arms.&lt;br /&gt;1. The school came up with a new 'O' Levels Chinese media study. Something I wanted. Something I was interested in. Something that I will be willing to give up probably 12 hours of my sleep time in a day just to achieve the best result that I can get. ~_~ .&lt;br /&gt;2. The school is starting on the PRIME project only during the end of year holidays last year. Lols. Which means by the time the construction is done, the rest of the cohort as well as myself will not be able to use it. That's not the most unfair thing. Lols. The most unfair thing is that, it's gonna affect our study environment. With the constructions materials, fences, and probably noises. During the most important year of our time in secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;3. Badminton. My favourite sport. Something I am willing to work hard for. Lols. Who cares about trying to observe how animals acted. -.- . I don't wanna be one. It's not that I don't appreciate my current CCA. When I joined it, I loved it. Like seriously loved it. But as time went by, I realized I hate it more and more. And just continue hating it. I tried my best not to skip it. But if I have any excuse not to go, I definitely won't be present for the activities. Eff that CCA. It seriously suck. And to think that just in time that this year, while I still left a little bit of passion for that CCA, because I have lovely juniors there, who was there for me when I need someone to talk to, my good friend who is always there for me. And this year is gonna be a year where I shall just be a nice member and show face for a few more months. And then I am out of it. AND TO THINK THAT JUST WHEN I AM HAPPY THAT I AM GETTING OUT OF CHUNG CHENG, CAME AN ANNOUNCEMENT THAT BADMINTON IS OPENED TO GIRLS NOW. WHAT IS THIS FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;._______. !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I should have picked Anglican.&lt;br /&gt;-.- . It's nearer to my house. I don't have to wake up so fucking early just to take the fucking bus so that it doesn't get stuck at some fucking traffic jam.&lt;br /&gt;There's a lovely CCA called badminton that's opened up to girls.&lt;br /&gt;I get to be in the same school as my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck my life.&lt;br /&gt;I feel damn screwed.&lt;br /&gt;Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks. Everything does.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how much I can keep this on.&lt;br /&gt;And this is only the start of the year.&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~_~ .&lt;br /&gt;While the school give out so many fucking holiday assignment, have they ever think that someone as dumb as me, no matter how much I try, how many times I read the textbook, no matter how long I stare at the questions, if I don't understand it, I just don't. Won't be able to freaking complete the work? And those work will become worthless junks. Stacking up on the table. Collecting dusts. Not only did the trees sacrificed for nothing, it takes up precious space, and turns my holiday mood off. It even turns me off for the subject I love most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ridiculous. THIS IS FREAKING RIDICULOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREAKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREAKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIRED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHUNG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHENG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the hell with that place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-3589173694496971687?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3589173694496971687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/3589173694496971687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/3589173694496971687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='._. ~'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-2799640846979524014</id><published>2009-12-20T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T01:12:18.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>200th Post !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/Sy0IIvxO5UI/AAAAAAAAAmU/dD_lPb1WMEI/s1600-h/97K-FP%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/Sy0IIvxO5UI/AAAAAAAAAmU/dD_lPb1WMEI/s320/97K-FP%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416994873151513922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLS. ;D !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kays. Wthell.&lt;br /&gt;Holidays ending. D; !&lt;br /&gt;Me wanna die le. D; ?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the holiday assignments are NOT motivating me at all.&lt;br /&gt;-.- . Instead of helping, they are totally stressing me out.&lt;br /&gt;And putting me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Interview asked what is the meaning of life. D; !&lt;br /&gt;My answer is: HOMEWORK. ;\ .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols. Happiness seems far somehow. ;\ . Haix. ); !&lt;br /&gt;SIGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More white hair. ); !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-2799640846979524014?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2799640846979524014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/200th-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/2799640846979524014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/2799640846979524014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/200th-post.html' title='200th Post !'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/Sy0IIvxO5UI/AAAAAAAAAmU/dD_lPb1WMEI/s72-c/97K-FP%C2%B8%C2%B1%C2%B1%C2%BE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-7539917863320944547</id><published>2009-11-15T01:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T01:57:16.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>92K FAM POINTS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HOLIDAYS HOMEWORK.&lt;br /&gt;...................OHNO !&lt;br /&gt;..........................Feeling sad?&lt;br /&gt;...................Hi 5.&lt;br /&gt;.......Very sad.&lt;br /&gt;...............................DX !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shiit. Should be sleeping. D; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-7539917863320944547?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7539917863320944547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/92k-fam-points.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/7539917863320944547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/7539917863320944547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/92k-fam-points.html' title='92K FAM POINTS.'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-5663314365335190473</id><published>2009-11-02T02:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T02:29:15.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The following text is for a friend who birthday lies one today. 2 November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Friend,&lt;br /&gt;You didn't want your birthday to be known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, posting this. You should know that this message is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, dude. ;) .&lt;br /&gt;Congratz for growing older. We are like. 1 year apart now. ;p .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, we have been friends for some time, haven't we?&lt;br /&gt;You said you can read my mind...so have you read mine today? ;p .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, throughout the time when we have been friends, I understand that I take things out on you. Sometimes on purpose, because I know you will understand me and allow me to do so. And sometimes, without knowing that I am being nasty to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the time when we have been friends, we went through several things, haven't we?&lt;br /&gt;Alot. Of sad and happy stuff. Emotional and crappish.&lt;br /&gt;We shared many things and at certain point of time, whenever I encounter difficulty, I wish you were there to tell me how I would be able to pull through it. And at times when I am happy, I wish you were there to share it with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, we spent lesser time than we did last year.&lt;br /&gt;But one thing did not change and that is. I remembered your birthday and I am the first person to wish you when the clock shows 12. And I am the first person you spent with on the very first second of your birthday. ;) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want to say is, I will be happy on this very special day.&lt;br /&gt;Because it's your special day.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what comes, I will take it, looking at things from the most positive perspective I can find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank you, for being concerned with my life, my health, reminding me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank you, for being stubborn enough to play the "See-Who-Sleep-First, No-I-Go-After-You-Go" game. Just to make me go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank you for all that you did for me. Being there to listen to my rants and rattles.&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank you for not laughing at me when I broke down and cried and you heard me.&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank you for the most precious words that you spoke to me.&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank you for being present in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, I thank you for being who you are, just the way you are, and thank you thank you thank you for being my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these words ain't enough to cover what I want to let you know, how precious you are as a friend to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to make your back ache when you played that game with me.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to spoil your ears when I shouted into the call with you.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to make you listen to my rants and rattle.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to make you think you fail in cheering me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, I am touched. For all the things that you did for me, for wanting me to take care of myself, for being there when I am down at the valleys in my life.&lt;br /&gt;My friend, you are dear to me and I want us to stay as friends that will last till when we die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what?&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't mean I am going to stop bullying you. ;p .&lt;br /&gt;I am still going to be the way I am. Because that's me.&lt;br /&gt;And I am sure, you will handle me the right way, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude. Look again ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;LOVE YOU LOADS ! ;DDDDD !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay happy and all the best in all that you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that I will be here for you just as you had been there for me.&lt;br /&gt;Happy or sad, let's share the moments together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still waiting for you to write that story with the line I gave you. ;) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really. Thank you. ;x .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warmest wishes,&lt;br /&gt;Embellish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-5663314365335190473?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5663314365335190473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/following-text-is-for-friend-who.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/5663314365335190473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/5663314365335190473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/following-text-is-for-friend-who.html' title=''/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-370061004415508559</id><published>2009-10-31T12:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T12:22:34.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yatsuke</title><content type='html'>Wahhhh. Finally decided to start writing again. ;x .&lt;br /&gt;Haven been caught up with Boys Over Flowers. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(;x)&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(;x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-370061004415508559?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/370061004415508559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/yatsuke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/370061004415508559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/370061004415508559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/yatsuke.html' title='Yatsuke'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-5858333306275102405</id><published>2009-10-27T00:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T00:03:22.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Illness? Will I die? DX ?</title><content type='html'>Wah bth. Sick sick sick.&lt;br /&gt;Feels as if there this huge and solid rock in my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a sign that I am turning stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D; ! I am dumb enough le kk. Hope that rock be removed and let my brain work well again. Kk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET WELL SOON OMG. T_T !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; *** *** *** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[5:55:06 PM] Qib: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;[5:55:09 PM] Qib: Trying to like...&lt;br /&gt;[5:55:14 PM] Qib: Make ev1 ok..&lt;br /&gt;[5:58:11 PM] Qib: Went to school ah?&lt;br /&gt;[5:58:13 PM] Qib: BTW!&lt;br /&gt;[5:58:15 PM] Qib: YOU OK ADY?&lt;br /&gt;[5:58:18 PM] Qib: NO MORE SICK SICK?&lt;br /&gt;[5:58:20 PM] Embellish (L): Dun get stressed up over it too much. Most impt u better studyy.&lt;br /&gt;[5:58:25 PM] Qib: *Acts like a mother*&lt;br /&gt;[5:58:27 PM] Qib: &gt;.&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;[5:58:30 PM] Embellish (L): Er lols stomach upset, cough like no tmr consider?&lt;br /&gt;[5:58:31 PM] Embellish (L): ;x .&lt;br /&gt;[5:58:49 PM] Qib: =.="&lt;br /&gt;[5:58:51 PM] Qib: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;[5:58:54 PM] Qib: That counts.&lt;br /&gt;[5:59:00 PM] Qib: Nvr get enough rest izzit?&lt;br /&gt;[5:59:02 PM] Qib: =.="&lt;br /&gt;[6:27:34 PM] Embellish (L): ;x Sort of.&lt;br /&gt;[6:27:42 PM] Embellish (L): Was cold sweating todae.&lt;br /&gt;[6:27:43 PM] Embellish (L): Lols.&lt;br /&gt;[6:27:47 PM] Embellish (L): But I'll be fine ;D !&lt;br /&gt;[6:27:58 PM] Qib: Good to know.&lt;br /&gt;[6:32:13 PM] Embellish (L): ;x Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qib, thank you for your concern. x) .&lt;br /&gt;Promise you I will try to be back to the healthy me asap kk?&lt;br /&gt;I eating more veggies le.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-5858333306275102405?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5858333306275102405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/illness-will-i-die-dx.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/5858333306275102405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/5858333306275102405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/illness-will-i-die-dx.html' title='Illness? Will I die? DX ?'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-2960079320624879524</id><published>2009-10-25T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T00:54:03.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SICK SICK SICK. =.= ?????????</title><content type='html'>Wtf. Am supposed to go out with Misha and then I woke up at like don't know what time.&lt;br /&gt;And I am like so not sleepy now.&lt;br /&gt;But having a headache and coughing like pancake and and running nose.&lt;br /&gt;And I think I am dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=____________= .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To myself: Get well soon. ) ;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-2960079320624879524?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2960079320624879524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/sick-sick-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/2960079320624879524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/2960079320624879524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/sick-sick-sick.html' title='SICK SICK SICK. =.= ?????????'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-4540031878837869247</id><published>2009-10-22T23:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T23:57:06.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doomce Results. Screwed.</title><content type='html'>~_~ . So far I think. I passed English. Chinese. And that is all. ); . I still need to pass 2 more subjects? Or 1 more. Lols. Hopefully. I can promote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I will make Innosphere haunted if I am forced to take combine Science. ~_~ .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haix. Depressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-4540031878837869247?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4540031878837869247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/doomce-results-screwed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/4540031878837869247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/4540031878837869247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/doomce-results-screwed.html' title='Doomce Results. Screwed.'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-3067780834028458554</id><published>2009-10-07T19:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T19:49:48.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am A Good Girl</title><content type='html'>Was slacking at MSP today, totally bored out with tulis nota. D; !&lt;br /&gt;Lols. Was so sian-ed after copying the whole chunk of paragraph and started taking pictures of my lovely work. ~_~ . After finishing it within 15 minutes. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/Ssx8WbgASJI/AAAAAAAAAXI/YVEzNgZHOoo/s1600-h/Image0260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/Ssx8WbgASJI/AAAAAAAAAXI/YVEzNgZHOoo/s320/Image0260.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389819578836600978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/Ssx8VjgJwEI/AAAAAAAAAXA/CabE8f9ieME/s1600-h/Image0261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/Ssx8VjgJwEI/AAAAAAAAAXA/CabE8f9ieME/s320/Image0261.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389819563804835906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extremely proud of my work. Omg. &lt;3 !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;______________________________&lt;br /&gt;______________________________&lt;br /&gt;_________ .-+"+-. .-+"+-. _________&lt;br /&gt;_________!---HUIYEE---!_________&lt;br /&gt;_________`.--LOVES--.` _________&lt;br /&gt;___________` .YOU!. ` ___________&lt;br /&gt;_____________`v`______________&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________&lt;br /&gt;_________Drawn by: Me. x)________&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-3067780834028458554?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3067780834028458554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-good-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/3067780834028458554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/3067780834028458554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-good-girl.html' title='I Am A Good Girl'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/Ssx8WbgASJI/AAAAAAAAAXI/YVEzNgZHOoo/s72-c/Image0260.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-5815981255548622177</id><published>2009-09-23T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T23:26:51.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Feeling I Can't Hide.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;BUGGGGGING HOMEWORK.&lt;br /&gt;I AM PISSED KKKKKKKKKKKKK. ); .&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-5815981255548622177?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5815981255548622177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/feeling-i-cant-hide.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/5815981255548622177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/5815981255548622177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/feeling-i-cant-hide.html' title='A Feeling I Can&apos;t Hide.'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-4879959947654883242</id><published>2009-09-19T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T23:34:17.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To: My Dearest Cousin</title><content type='html'>As I scroll through the Emails I sent in the other email account last dated 3 years ago, I realised how close we were. But after PSLE or I have no idea when, I just know I started ignoring your calls and MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am here to say...I regret it. Totally. Because currently, I miss you like mad and I regret not being able to talk to you more even though we talk for like 2 hours everytime on the phone in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry for the attitude I gave you.&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry for ignoring your calls.&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry I pulled myself away from you.&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry for ignoring you on MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You taught me so many things but I thrown you away even though I didn't mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you loads now T_T .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(;X)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-4879959947654883242?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4879959947654883242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-my-dearest-cousin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/4879959947654883242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/4879959947654883242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-my-dearest-cousin.html' title='To: My Dearest Cousin'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-6712628379840366465</id><published>2009-09-17T18:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T18:41:49.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday to Iris</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday, Iris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you ;&lt;br /&gt;Achieve better results ;&lt;br /&gt;Good health ;&lt;br /&gt;And may whatever you wish come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*** *** *** *** ***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks Misha for accompanying me in the stuffy lab to complete the paper. ;) .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-6712628379840366465?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6712628379840366465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/birthday-to-iris.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/6712628379840366465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/6712628379840366465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/birthday-to-iris.html' title='Birthday to Iris'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-4314804344696442394</id><published>2009-09-15T22:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T22:58:56.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As I Promised. ;smil !</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;YIP&lt;br /&gt;JIAN&lt;br /&gt;MING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU&lt;br /&gt;SUCK&lt;br /&gt;SUCK&lt;br /&gt;SUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;PANCAKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-4314804344696442394?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4314804344696442394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/as-i-promised-smil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/4314804344696442394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/4314804344696442394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/as-i-promised-smil.html' title='As I Promised. ;smil !'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-3429479381439459757</id><published>2009-09-15T02:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T02:03:41.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day After September Holidays</title><content type='html'>Kk shucks.&lt;br /&gt;Missed Mr.Zaid's call. D; !!&lt;br /&gt;Omgomgomgomgomg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dead*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-3429479381439459757?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3429479381439459757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-day-after-september-holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/3429479381439459757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/3429479381439459757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-day-after-september-holidays.html' title='First Day After September Holidays'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-8220583979588658240</id><published>2009-09-12T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T23:51:50.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Erasing You From My Life.</title><content type='html'>To Bev:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you should ever read this but since you aren't able to have access to the other blog of mine, I shall post here kk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;感谢你在过去给我的回忆;&lt;br /&gt;感谢你在我生日那天给我了一个难忘的生日礼物;&lt;br /&gt;也感谢你在我最无助的时候不停地鼓励我;&lt;br /&gt;也因为这样, 我也对你更失望;&lt;br /&gt;是不是因为我太不讲理？&lt;br /&gt;或者是因为我算不上是你的朋友?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;在过去，我真的很努力试着去了解你。&lt;br /&gt;但不管我再怎么努力，也没有用。&lt;br /&gt;这一次，我真的累了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是时候忘记过去;&lt;br /&gt;这;对你，对我都好。&lt;br /&gt;放开;&lt;br /&gt;对我来说是最好的;&lt;br /&gt;这样，我不需要等你;&lt;br /&gt;也不需要希望你会出现。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为你不会;&lt;br /&gt;现在不会;&lt;br /&gt;以后不会;&lt;br /&gt;永远也不会。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*** *** *** *** ***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-8220583979588658240?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8220583979588658240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/erasing-you-from-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/8220583979588658240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/8220583979588658240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/erasing-you-from-my-life.html' title='Erasing You From My Life.'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-4946637891879125318</id><published>2009-09-12T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T00:49:07.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Orchestra</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;` A condutor is like magician. His gestures makes the music come alive.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++ Note: I owe Persis $2.&lt;br /&gt;MacFries ftw. ;smil !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-4946637891879125318?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4946637891879125318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/chinese-orchestra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/4946637891879125318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/4946637891879125318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/chinese-orchestra.html' title='Chinese Orchestra'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-8678423730861978440</id><published>2009-09-10T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T01:02:36.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Understanding Would Have Brought Me To Sleep</title><content type='html'>To AUntie Cake;&lt;br /&gt;Hihihihihihi. ;D Sorry for like what happened yesterday kkk ? ;x .&lt;br /&gt;Please don't be scared to call me T_T ! LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;Kk but I think there would be another when you call me so yeah LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;Still damn paiseh.&lt;br /&gt;But heyheyhey!&lt;br /&gt;It's like. Nice talking to cha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To HaoZhe;&lt;br /&gt;Bet cha missing with the new account I created so yea.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you will be reading this but if you do, wish cha good luck with training it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Eddie;&lt;br /&gt;Hihihihi Ram you. D&lt; !&lt;br /&gt;Said I was gonna invite you to my blog after I am done with it and yeah I am done so.&lt;br /&gt;Which email do you want me to send the invition to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Shirney Jie;&lt;br /&gt;Hihihi Jie ps D; ! Like.&lt;br /&gt;... Kk I feel damn guilty.&lt;br /&gt;But I still feel like super touched 'cause you came online just for me like.&lt;br /&gt;); .&lt;br /&gt;The love party for Acid and Alkali would be held on 29 Sep kk?&lt;br /&gt;Like.&lt;br /&gt;Hurry repair your computer then then then we play together T_T .&lt;br /&gt;I miss you loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To ZuoYue Jie;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly just feel like including you in my post so yeahyeah hi ;DD !&lt;br /&gt;Like. I miss cha too so yeah. ); .&lt;br /&gt;Study hard kkkkk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Mist;&lt;br /&gt;You this D&lt; !&lt;br /&gt;Kk holidays we must like. Go out. Take neos and stuff ); .&lt;br /&gt;Jyjy too.&lt;br /&gt;And. Tood cha for not coming to the love party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Jared;&lt;br /&gt;Kk you sucker. == .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Qib;&lt;br /&gt;Another sucker D; !&lt;br /&gt;Stop dao-ing me on MSN like freak cha.&lt;br /&gt;Add one more thing to your list under the Singapore flyer.&lt;br /&gt;LET'S SING!!! ;DD !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Spades;&lt;br /&gt;Hihihihi wanna include you so yeah hi ;DD .&lt;br /&gt;Like jy jy too ;DD !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To JAN;&lt;br /&gt;Hihihihi. ;DD .&lt;br /&gt;I have become a frequent visitor of you blog like yays!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for helping me complete the love parties kk.&lt;br /&gt;I very happy like couldn't do it without cha.&lt;br /&gt;So like. Until Dodo comes back to tag with me I shall bai tuo you to tag with me kk ); .&lt;br /&gt;FAM points too.&lt;br /&gt;We shall be imba together and work hard kk.&lt;br /&gt;;lub cha !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Bell;&lt;br /&gt;Kk I think cha got my letter but lazy to make a respond.&lt;br /&gt;I am still waiting but my faith is fading. ); .&lt;br /&gt;Like oh well. Up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Alex;&lt;br /&gt;Kk sucker. You owe me 10 x2 EXPs.&lt;br /&gt;Quick gimme kk else Imma kick cha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Amanda;&lt;br /&gt;); . Maple really gotcha for quite long.&lt;br /&gt;Our next aim is 88,888.&lt;br /&gt;Will you still be stuck to Maple by then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To myself;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, I am being lame. But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`SMILE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-8678423730861978440?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8678423730861978440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-understanding-would-have-brought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/8678423730861978440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/8678423730861978440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-understanding-would-have-brought.html' title='A Little Understanding Would Have Brought Me To Sleep'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-2687925021136248520</id><published>2009-09-08T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T22:21:28.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok Fuuck Blogger.</title><content type='html'>今天, 你说你觉得自己被排除在外, 所以你离开了游戏室。&lt;br /&gt;难道我真的让你觉得被排除？&lt;br /&gt;如果是这样，我很抱歉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;难道, 我真的太过分了?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-2687925021136248520?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2687925021136248520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/ok-fuuck-blogger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/2687925021136248520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/2687925021136248520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/ok-fuuck-blogger.html' title='Ok Fuuck Blogger.'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-1274186622377246903</id><published>2009-09-07T03:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T03:25:59.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AUDITION WORK LE!!!</title><content type='html'>OMGLOLS I CAN PRESS GAME START OMG BUT I AM SCARED OF PRESSING IT BECAUSE I WILL NEED TO LOG OFF AND AFTER THAT I SCARED IT WON'T WORK AGAIN BUT OMG IT WORKS NOW.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE OMG.&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU EDDIE CHUA JIN HUI THANK YOU THANK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;YOU SERIOUSLY ROCK MY LIFE WITH YOUR ORBIT DOWNLOAD MANAGER ELSE I WILL HAVE TO SPEND 10 HOURS WAITING FOR IT TO LOAD BUT I CAN GO SLEEP FOR 2 HOURS BEFORE GOING TO SCHOOL LIKE OMG LOLS ;DDDD !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk. I shall go edit the files again. ... ;X .&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe not. ); .&lt;br /&gt;But I want the perf line and removal of grey arrows badly. ;O .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk shall press start and try first then say. LOLS ;D .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk I think if can start and start again I can sleep in peace le.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna SMS Ram before I go into Audii and shall end this post now like YAYS! ;D .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-1274186622377246903?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1274186622377246903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/audition-work-le.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/1274186622377246903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/1274186622377246903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/audition-work-le.html' title='AUDITION WORK LE!!!'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-346708144434110529</id><published>2009-09-07T02:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T02:47:08.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahas. Screwed.</title><content type='html'>I am being so unfair to this blog and thus even though at a weird time like this I shall like post something.&lt;br /&gt;I see the number of posts coming up to a hundred for my two other blogs and the number of posts not even reaching 50 and I feel so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk so i shall like post something because I feel like. ); .&lt;br /&gt;And at this moment just after I updated my own blog I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall continue smiling because I guess that could cover up the screwed part for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even is it's just a little while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-346708144434110529?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/346708144434110529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/hahas-screwed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/346708144434110529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/346708144434110529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/hahas-screwed.html' title='Hahas. Screwed.'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-6702615727870860971</id><published>2009-09-04T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T23:42:33.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday YJ! || WTLLH?</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY PYJAMUS. ;D .&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you a Happy Birthday here kkkkk.&lt;br /&gt;Presents after Sept hols. ); .&lt;br /&gt;Ps haven't been able to prepare it.&lt;br /&gt;LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gratz on turning 15 !&lt;br /&gt;Stay cheerful and smile alwayssssssssss!&lt;br /&gt;Kkkkk.&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/3042189809121690713-6702615727870860971?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6702615727870860971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-yj-wtllh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/6702615727870860971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/6702615727870860971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-yj-wtllh.html' title='Happy Birthday YJ! || WTLLH?'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-525464572490513410</id><published>2009-09-01T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T23:14:23.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suckers Suckers Suckers.</title><content type='html'>Got pissed off with people . ); .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Ng Hao Zhe:&lt;br /&gt;If you wanted to make me angry with you, gratz.&lt;br /&gt;You succeeded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To someone:&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know you made me pissed.&lt;br /&gt;You did. ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk whutever.&lt;br /&gt;Screw reality. ); .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-525464572490513410?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/525464572490513410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/suckers-suckers-suckers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/525464572490513410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/525464572490513410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/suckers-suckers-suckers.html' title='Suckers Suckers Suckers.'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-1862341048361913212</id><published>2009-08-27T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:54:09.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>U suck. Big big time. ;D</title><content type='html'>Read a toodster's blog today.&lt;br /&gt;Just a few minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;Whined and complained.&lt;br /&gt;With insults. &lt;_&lt; And foul words.&lt;br /&gt;But! Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;He or she deserved it. ;D .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fk off. ^^ Seeing you makes me puke out the meals I ate like eons ago. &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upcoming stuffs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{x} EMaths Chapter11 Quiz. D; ! Ew.&lt;br /&gt;{x} PE tomorrow is probably about ACES.&lt;br /&gt;{x} CCA farewell party for seniors. Need sing a song with KaiRong. Also will need to hear somethings from her. ._____. Else it's gonna bug me till I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;{x} English Lit powerpoint. Mocking Bird. Chapter 18 and Chapter 19.&lt;br /&gt;{x} AMaths assignment. Kk ew.&lt;br /&gt;{x} Tuition ;O ! *prays that I won't wake up late*&lt;br /&gt;{x} Have enough sleep. ); .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling asleep in class has become my daily routine. And this is bad.&lt;br /&gt;Fish. EMATHS QUIZ TMR AND I HAVEN'T STARTED READING LIKE NUUUUUUU!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!@#$%^&amp;*)(*&amp;^%$#@!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending here ;D .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciab~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*** *** *** *** ***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qib you this &lt;_&lt; !&lt;br /&gt;Heck you.&lt;br /&gt;On holiday go where go so long.&lt;br /&gt;Come back quick else I slice your head off ); and pluck out all your hair D&lt; !&lt;br /&gt;See how you style it. &lt;_&lt; .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-1862341048361913212?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1862341048361913212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/u-suck-big-big-time-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/1862341048361913212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/1862341048361913212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/u-suck-big-big-time-d.html' title='U suck. Big big time. ;D'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-724354928416559112</id><published>2009-08-25T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T00:35:12.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5km run for the Cancer Society</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; 22 August 2009 Saturday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Having a small ~LOONIES~ outing? ;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met with Jan and Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Macs with Alex and Jan. Alex said he could treat us.&lt;br /&gt;But in the end Jan and I had to buy ice creams for ourselves like.&lt;br /&gt;Pancake him ! D&lt; !&lt;br /&gt;Diao lehs. &lt;_&lt; !&lt;br /&gt;Kk went home.&lt;br /&gt;LOLS. I think Audii? ;x .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*** *** *** *** ***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;23 August 2009 Sunday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` 1 month exactly and he came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept damn early in the morning like 4am.&lt;br /&gt;And woke up damn early too like 6am.&lt;br /&gt;Reason? 5km run for the cancer society!&lt;br /&gt;Took bus 17 to Pasir Ris interchange so that Audrey's dad can fetch me.&lt;br /&gt;Being the street idiot that I am, you can't expect this poor little girl like me to go there alone right? I will end up getting lost. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached there and it rained ._____. .&lt;br /&gt;Kk then walked to the shelter where the other ChungCheng-ians gathered.&lt;br /&gt;Still raning quite heavily and when the rain stopped, we went out of the shelter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No warm up. Lols. Too many people to guide le bah.&lt;br /&gt;KaiRong, JiaQi, Felicia, ShuHui, Joycelyn, Audrey, ZheYu and I wanted to run together. (;X)&lt;br /&gt;(;X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home in JiaQi's car, squeezing 7 people at the back like ._____. !&lt;br /&gt;Wow wow.&lt;br /&gt;Lols almost died.&lt;br /&gt;Back was twisted like pancake ); .&lt;br /&gt;Then went home.&lt;br /&gt;Bought channel.&lt;br /&gt;Went out.&lt;br /&gt;Grandma's BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep there like sian die face.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to go home but can't stand properly. Almost fall and Alvin wanted to catch me LOLS. (;X). ;x .&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Went home. Stone in channel. (;X).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. After the Audition patch, where new stuff such as portable wardrobe and window mode came out, AUDII HAS BEEN SO MUCH FUN LOLS. Just that Maple and Audii together = 30 frames and below. Ew. ._. !&lt;br /&gt;1vs1 bboys rocks my head off. First person I tried it with was Qib.&lt;br /&gt;2nd Velz aka Rass.&lt;br /&gt;3rd Opium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Opaque is back.&lt;br /&gt;HE IS BACK LIKE BACK LIKE OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG ! ;D .&lt;br /&gt;It was actually the 1 month officially gone and he is back.&lt;br /&gt;Awkward moments, cold laugh.&lt;br /&gt;But it ended up with a deal that he would play only on weekends and 1 hour at most each day.&lt;br /&gt;(;X).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks JanyJanyJanJan. ;lub !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*** *** *** *** ***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Screw Physics. ` (;X).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is ok. ;D . Quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;._. Suck.&lt;br /&gt;Bought Novice-2 for ~LOONIES~ .&lt;br /&gt;Bought International-2 for ~LaughDieMe~ .&lt;br /&gt;Went Free-1 with Jan (&lt;3--UglyMe-!) with my &lt;3--PrettyMe-! and those two accounts' chats were bugged so it seemed like we whispered everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Ended up being scolded and -Skyheaven called us dogs. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever? ._.&lt;br /&gt;Kyo came to International-2 with his NO! which I helped him created yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I created a YES! and Bell created a MAYBE! lols. As she claimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(;X) People change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(;X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged hearts for _Acid_ and _Alkali_ till max.&lt;br /&gt;Tagging for Kazu and Kyo at this moment at Novice-2.&lt;br /&gt;FAM Points hit 74.1k le. ;D !&lt;br /&gt;~LOONIES~ JYJY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing up on 12am. OMIGOD. ;x .&lt;br /&gt;(;X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood swings happen often.&lt;br /&gt;(;X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow. Is another day.&lt;br /&gt;(;X) .&lt;br /&gt;Shall tell myself. Pass it with a smile!&lt;br /&gt;*checks timetable*&lt;br /&gt;.___________. Noooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English Literature.&lt;br /&gt;EMaths.&lt;br /&gt;AMaths.&lt;br /&gt;Recess.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;English.&lt;br /&gt;Physics SPA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omggggggggg. ); .&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me. A presentation on Chapter 18 and 19 of the mocking bird is waiting for QuanLi, Royston, JianMing and I to be done.&lt;br /&gt;(;X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*** *** *** *** ***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` (;X).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(;X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I shall end this post.&lt;br /&gt;I will remember to add Jan to read this blog.&lt;br /&gt;I will read Juan's blog. o_o .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am still tagging hearts ;D !&lt;br /&gt;Tagging is so much fun LOLS. ;D .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk. Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started typing: 10.46PM.&lt;br /&gt;Finished typing: 12.04AM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-724354928416559112?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/724354928416559112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/5km-run-for-cancer-society.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/724354928416559112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/724354928416559112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/5km-run-for-cancer-society.html' title='5km run for the Cancer Society'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-5082618748346002160</id><published>2009-08-20T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T23:51:16.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCTI</title><content type='html'>Short form for the original title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original post:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.achairbytheroadside.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols. It's locked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I am happy. Yays. ^^ .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-5082618748346002160?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5082618748346002160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/scti.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/5082618748346002160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/5082618748346002160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/scti.html' title='SCTI'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-2439713402193674526</id><published>2009-08-20T01:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T01:21:46.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>Hahas. I am happy. ^^ .&lt;br /&gt;Yupps I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;Happy.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I will tell myself to be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-2439713402193674526?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2439713402193674526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/2439713402193674526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/2439713402193674526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-8220931964836071553</id><published>2009-08-08T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T16:43:11.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>== Wtf brand.</title><content type='html'>SONY ERICSON ROCKS MY LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not. == .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-8220931964836071553?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8220931964836071553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/wtf-brand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/8220931964836071553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/8220931964836071553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/wtf-brand.html' title='== Wtf brand.'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-6395803228639916209</id><published>2009-07-30T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T22:34:32.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O.L</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;26July2009 , Sunday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` O. L....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(;X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*** *** *** *** ***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;27July2009 , Monday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(;X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also CMC's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;SMS-ed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Harry Potter and somehow.&lt;br /&gt;I cried. Like Qib did.&lt;br /&gt;Only I think I cried more.&lt;br /&gt;(;X)&lt;br /&gt;Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*** *** *** *** ***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;28July2009 , Tuesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAPFA test.&lt;br /&gt;2.4km run.&lt;br /&gt;16 to 17 mins plus plus.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. ._. ` !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*** *** *** *** ***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;30July2009&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today.&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;5 stations.&lt;br /&gt;First station - Sit and Reach. Result : 44cm.&lt;br /&gt;Second station - Standing Broad Jump. Result : 156cm.&lt;br /&gt;Third station - Incline pull up. Result1: 4. Result2: 10.&lt;br /&gt;Fourth station - Sit Ups. Result: 30. (;X) Heh. Vicky. We both know whut. ;X .&lt;br /&gt;Fifth station - Suttle run. Result : 12.30s. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(;X) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the teachers can tell something is wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;Wake up Yeezi wake up.&lt;br /&gt;._. `! You still wanna pwnce Opaque in 'O' Levels remember?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(;X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(;X)&lt;br /&gt;Hopeless. Naqib.&lt;br /&gt;U promise to help me improve my English de.&lt;br /&gt;D; .&lt;br /&gt;If I don't do well for End-Of-Year Examinations.&lt;br /&gt;When you come to Singapore, Imma make u bald. D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Botak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;_&lt; . Like pull out all your hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, looking forward to receiving my necklace~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy with your oral preparation? D; .&lt;br /&gt;Dao me on MSN these few days.&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me feel too sad k.&lt;br /&gt;Say le. We must be friends for long long de.&lt;br /&gt;Till old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;_&lt; Very old.&lt;br /&gt;Kk. Think too far O_O .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(;X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*** *** *** *** ***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Matters to think about ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) (;X)&lt;br /&gt;2) How to finish assignments?&lt;br /&gt;3) How to catch up with all the work?&lt;br /&gt;4) AMATHS TUITION?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;5) Handphone repair when? D; ?&lt;br /&gt;6) ~LOONIES~ FAM Points.&lt;br /&gt;7) (;X)&lt;br /&gt;8) (;X)&lt;br /&gt;9) When is Qib and Dodo coming to Singapore? ;X .&lt;br /&gt;10) (;X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*** *** *** *** **&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Next program and activities .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) End this post.&lt;br /&gt;2) Take out foolscap.&lt;br /&gt;3) (;X) .&lt;br /&gt;4) Go Audii stone for FAM Channel. If anyone is there.&lt;br /&gt;5) Think about all the listed points above this section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*** *** *** *** ***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(;X) .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(;X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(;X)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-6395803228639916209?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6395803228639916209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/ol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/6395803228639916209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/6395803228639916209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/ol.html' title='O.L'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-2794408569911376151</id><published>2009-07-14T22:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:39:41.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates - Chinese 'O' Levels Oral Examinations</title><content type='html'>26June2009 Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(;X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*** *** *** *** ***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2July2009 Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orals.&lt;br /&gt;Read a few words wrongly for the passage T_T .&lt;br /&gt;But. Whatever. &lt;_&lt; .&lt;br /&gt;Topic was about our views on whether teachers should treat students as friends.&lt;br /&gt;Stammered a few times. THERE WAS ONE FREAKING MOMENT WHEN I PAUSED FOR LIKE.&lt;br /&gt;10SECS.&lt;br /&gt;OMG. .__________. ?!&lt;br /&gt;D= .&lt;br /&gt;Overall it was still ok.&lt;br /&gt;Or so I hope?&lt;br /&gt;The waiting time was torturing though. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*** *** *** *** ***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7July2009 Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xAkiko's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Wished her~&lt;br /&gt;Forget to post though. o_o .&lt;br /&gt;D= .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*** *** *** *** ***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12July2009 Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(;X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*** *** *** *** ***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12July2009 Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thali is officially Lvl26 BACKUP.&lt;br /&gt;Failed lic for 14 times.&lt;br /&gt;And in the end xKyo helped to pass. =X .&lt;br /&gt;Not that I can't, I know I can.&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;Just that not in the mood. Or am I just consoling myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*** *** *** *** ***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13July2009 Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opq's oral.&lt;br /&gt;His topic was questioning on his views on C.I.P work.&lt;br /&gt;Lols. Laughable. &lt;_&lt; .&lt;br /&gt;He said he saw his score tho.&lt;br /&gt;Like 33 out of 40?&lt;br /&gt;And he was 'D:&lt;' all the way when he logged in Audii.&lt;br /&gt;Lols.&lt;br /&gt;Happy for him though.&lt;br /&gt;That score for me is high.&lt;br /&gt;D= .&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if I even hit 30 ._. ` !&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I think I went to Audrey's house to complete my A.Maths chapter 5.6 practice questions and assignments?&lt;br /&gt;Memory failing.&lt;br /&gt;Confusion between dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*** *** *** *** ***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.&lt;br /&gt;Slept at 3am and woke at around 5am.&lt;br /&gt;Reason?&lt;br /&gt;To finish A.Maths assignment.&lt;br /&gt;Took 1hour to figure out that ._. formular worked.&lt;br /&gt;And took me 2 hours to press the calculator to calculate the values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worth it though.&lt;br /&gt;AT LEAST I DID IT BY MYSELF. D= .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very guilty though. Oweing this teacher homework.&lt;br /&gt;The other teacher homework.&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes, I just feel that I thoroughly disappointed them.&lt;br /&gt;Just like how Mr.Ang is with me when he told me I screwed my physics test.&lt;br /&gt;Best part.&lt;br /&gt;I even sought his help after school and even mugged for it.&lt;br /&gt;And I can't even hit a pass.&lt;br /&gt;How blardy noob.&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;Blardy.&lt;br /&gt;Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(;X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow.&lt;br /&gt;Slow slow.&lt;br /&gt;Slow slow slow.&lt;br /&gt;WOLS.&lt;br /&gt;I took 10 secs to figure how to spell that word in the reverse order. &lt;_&lt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(;X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*** *** *** *** ***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(;X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*** *** *** *** ***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(;X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;*** *** *** *** ***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(;X)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-2794408569911376151?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2794408569911376151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/updates-chinese-o-levels-oral.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/2794408569911376151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/2794408569911376151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/updates-chinese-o-levels-oral.html' title='Updates - Chinese &apos;O&apos; Levels Oral Examinations'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-2138940858021408256</id><published>2009-06-11T14:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:54:41.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=.=</title><content type='html'>._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-2138940858021408256?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2138940858021408256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/2138940858021408256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/2138940858021408256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='=.='/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-6656667336015772828</id><published>2009-06-08T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:55:33.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance And Dodo - Missing</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;` Outdated photo ;X .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols Vicky should be happy and over the moon that I started my post with her picture ;P .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/Si0Su9rj1mI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/sgIZEjufAic/s1600-h/DSC00152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/Si0Su9rj1mI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/sgIZEjufAic/s320/DSC00152.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344948930799195746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Vicky say yay~!&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I don't mean your face is outdated ;) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday starts.&lt;br /&gt;Homework piles.&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy to start.&lt;br /&gt;X_X .&lt;br /&gt;Yet I must.&lt;br /&gt;No motivation though. ); .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***   ***   ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;` (;X) .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(;X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***   ***   ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;` If I can die earlier.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to wait till 2012.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe dying earlier isn't such a bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;But before I die...&lt;br /&gt;Qib you still owe me the necklace... &gt;&lt; .&lt;br /&gt;Give it to me before I die k? ;X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***   ***   ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;` WYIYJYYP.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends ah...&lt;br /&gt;You people have no idea how important you are to me.&lt;br /&gt;Just because I seem like I don't care?&lt;br /&gt;Clique outings without me.&lt;br /&gt;Giving presents without me.&lt;br /&gt;Sharing stuffs without me.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me out of your conversation.&lt;br /&gt;When you people left me out to write the wishings.&lt;br /&gt;You people had no idea how much it hurts me.&lt;br /&gt;I cherish you people as much as my own family.&lt;br /&gt;Why choose to hurt me this way.&lt;br /&gt;stuffs without me.&lt;br /&gt;Doing everything without me.&lt;br /&gt;How much have I been accepted by you people.&lt;br /&gt;If I did anything wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you people just tell me...&lt;br /&gt;Why make me feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***   ***   ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;``If every cloud really has a silver lining,&lt;br /&gt;which is mine?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-6656667336015772828?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6656667336015772828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/dance-and-dodo-missing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/6656667336015772828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/6656667336015772828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/dance-and-dodo-missing.html' title='Dance And Dodo - Missing'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/Si0Su9rj1mI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/sgIZEjufAic/s72-c/DSC00152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-2176053942335875805</id><published>2009-06-02T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T20:23:42.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Persis's Birthday</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY PERSIS~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Gratz for being one year older than I am.&lt;br /&gt;;) . You're 15. I'm 14!&lt;br /&gt;HA!&lt;br /&gt;;).&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes and smile forever~&lt;br /&gt;Friends ;) .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-2176053942335875805?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2176053942335875805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/persiss-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/2176053942335875805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/2176053942335875805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/persiss-birthday.html' title='Persis&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-2286291973724938319</id><published>2009-05-30T02:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T02:32:57.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk With Qib</title><content type='html'>` Owned 2 'Thanks' (;X)&lt;br /&gt;Other than thanks what else can I still say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*     *     *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Chat with Qib&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long time since I chatted with him.&lt;br /&gt;We had a long chat...Just like we did before.&lt;br /&gt;We talked the truth.&lt;br /&gt;And he told me something which I wanted to find out from him...&lt;br /&gt;He asked me to bid farewell because he is going to log out directly when he finished the story...&lt;br /&gt;(-Story-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, he signed off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(;X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(;X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(;X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(;X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take too hard on yourself, what happened between Dodo and I.&lt;br /&gt;It's not your doings or what.&lt;br /&gt;(;X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(;X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qib, you're a nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;(;X)&lt;br /&gt;Keep your promise (;X)&lt;br /&gt;And remember your promise to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break the promise and I'll break your neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qib, thanks for everything.&lt;br /&gt;Your words made me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;Even if it's just chatting about things like height. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just needed someone to talk to I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being there to have this conversation that lasted for 2 hour 18minutes, from 29May 11.45PM to 30May 2.03AM.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Qib.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-2286291973724938319?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2286291973724938319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/talk-with-qib.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/2286291973724938319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/2286291973724938319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/talk-with-qib.html' title='Talk With Qib'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-7527436763310234558</id><published>2009-05-13T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T19:33:32.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartfelt Thanks</title><content type='html'>Sometimes . I feel very lost .&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea who I am .&lt;br /&gt;Why am I living .&lt;br /&gt;Whut am I living for .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole life is just like a mess .&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it may seem that I don't care but I actually mind .&lt;br /&gt;It may seems that I am not hurt but I am .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just pains me to lose one friend after another and can't find one true one who I can talk to .&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard .&lt;br /&gt;For me to find one true friend .&lt;br /&gt;And everytime I thought I found one .&lt;br /&gt;Something screws and poof .&lt;br /&gt;That friend would be gone .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand anyone .&lt;br /&gt;I don't pretend I do .&lt;br /&gt;I tried but I failed .&lt;br /&gt;I tried again and I failed again .&lt;br /&gt;No matter where , be it real life or virtual game .&lt;br /&gt;It's the same .&lt;br /&gt;No matter where I try to hide .&lt;br /&gt;The same ending happened .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just minuted ago .&lt;br /&gt;I found out something .&lt;br /&gt;With my own eyes .&lt;br /&gt;Not through the mouth of another .&lt;br /&gt;Not through the eyes or ears of another .&lt;br /&gt;I saw it with my own eyes .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to say something .&lt;br /&gt;From the deepest of my heart .&lt;br /&gt;Dame .&lt;br /&gt;You will always be a part of me .&lt;br /&gt;Even when we don't talk to each other I know I still mind .&lt;br /&gt;Mind the fact that I am sitting so close to you yet can't talk to you .&lt;br /&gt;Mind the fact that we were once friends .&lt;br /&gt;Close friends but colder than strangers .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurt again and again yet you were always someone I could depend on .&lt;br /&gt;No one understands .&lt;br /&gt;No one cares .&lt;br /&gt;No one .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since that day .&lt;br /&gt;I missed you . Alot .&lt;br /&gt;But somehow , it never got to you .&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this was why I can never ever get a true friend .&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this was why I always loses those closest to me .&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this was why my life was so screwed up .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hurt .&lt;br /&gt;i am badly hurt .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't recover .&lt;br /&gt;I never will .&lt;br /&gt;I hate the scars but I can't remove it .&lt;br /&gt;I tried to cover up but it always show .&lt;br /&gt;No matter how I tried .&lt;br /&gt;No matter whut I did .&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard I tried .&lt;br /&gt;No matter whut I do .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things still screw .&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being me because there is no one I can talk to .&lt;br /&gt;I seriously think . I suck .&lt;br /&gt;Suck as a human , suck as a virtual game player .&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention . Suck as a friend if I even have one .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.__. When is this gonna end .&lt;br /&gt;I tried not to cry but the tears fell .&lt;br /&gt;I tried to hold them back but they just rolled down .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss alot of people .&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can turn time around .&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can .&lt;br /&gt;But I can't .&lt;br /&gt;It was the stark truth that I hate to accept .&lt;br /&gt;The cruel reality which sinks in and hits me hard .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought after Year 2004 when the greatest disaster hit me , nothing would hurt me .&lt;br /&gt;Nothing would make me cry .&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still weak .&lt;br /&gt;Lols . Whut is wrong with me .&lt;br /&gt;I just hate myself . ~.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-7527436763310234558?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7527436763310234558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/heartfelt-thanks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/7527436763310234558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/7527436763310234558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/heartfelt-thanks.html' title='Heartfelt Thanks'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-4235169360037447944</id><published>2009-05-13T14:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T14:53:56.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss 6B'06</title><content type='html'>(;X) because I miss 6B .&lt;br /&gt;Where I found YingTong , Michelle .&lt;br /&gt;Where they helped me find friendship when I couldn't find it .&lt;br /&gt;Where they made the rest of my Primary school life worthwhile .&lt;br /&gt;I went to 6B's Blog ...&lt;br /&gt;6B ...&lt;br /&gt;Sound so unfamilar but also where the warmth I felt were the strongest .&lt;br /&gt;I miss playing Ice-And-Water .&lt;br /&gt;I miss YingTong ...&lt;br /&gt;I miss Michelle ...&lt;br /&gt;I miss our whole group of girls playing toegther .&lt;br /&gt;I miss those times ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-4235169360037447944?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4235169360037447944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-miss-6b06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/4235169360037447944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/4235169360037447944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-miss-6b06.html' title='I Miss 6B&apos;06'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-2377115368218020851</id><published>2009-05-13T14:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T14:40:37.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates - End of MYE ! ;)</title><content type='html'>It's been so long since the last update of any of my blogs so here I am now since Audition is not working for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;New patch.&lt;br /&gt;Inclusive of:&lt;br /&gt;- 7 POPULAR SONGS&lt;br /&gt;- 100+ new avatars (hope it's not disappointing ;O)&lt;br /&gt;- 100 new dancemove&lt;br /&gt;- Diary Series Mode (Standard diary, premium diary, couple diary)&lt;br /&gt;- Removal of DJ Steve's songs&lt;br /&gt;Supposingly up to 3.30pm .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` (;X) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(;X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I remember how he lied to me about his birthday .&lt;br /&gt;I feel damn .__. Sad ?&lt;br /&gt;(;X)&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(;X)&lt;br /&gt;Not just yesterday .&lt;br /&gt;Hereby I want to record down of whut happened .&lt;br /&gt;Parts of my memory .&lt;br /&gt;;X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(;X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(;X)&lt;br /&gt;Lols .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(;X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(;X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(;X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` MYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ended I supposed .&lt;br /&gt;With me screwing up quite a number of papers .&lt;br /&gt;Lols .&lt;br /&gt;AMaths .&lt;br /&gt;EMaths .&lt;br /&gt;All the Sciences .&lt;br /&gt;K whutever .&lt;br /&gt;Practically the whole MYE .&lt;br /&gt;== !!&lt;br /&gt;Today was the last paper .&lt;br /&gt;E.History and I left the last paragraph .&lt;br /&gt;== ~&lt;br /&gt;Angry but .&lt;br /&gt;Haix .&lt;br /&gt;I still need to go back to school tomorrow .&lt;br /&gt;For Mr. Teo ?&lt;br /&gt;Who wanted to talk to us about the new teacher or whutever .&lt;br /&gt;Something like that which I head from Javier ;O .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` And Dodo MIA-ed .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(;X)&lt;br /&gt;I know I sound crude .&lt;br /&gt;But .&lt;br /&gt;I mean it .&lt;br /&gt;Don't I ?&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Changed the symbols .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My happiness "=D" .&lt;br /&gt;Changed .&lt;br /&gt;To ";)" , ".__." , ";O" .&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;) : (;X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.__. : (;X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;O : (;X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(;X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would still be back for ~LOONIES~ .&lt;br /&gt;For the FAM Channel .&lt;br /&gt;Like the FAM Leader of -MeToYou- .&lt;br /&gt;Our FAMs are the thing that made playing Audition worthwhile .&lt;br /&gt;(;X) .&lt;br /&gt;It's the fruit of labour and makes Audition the first online game that makes us feel worth playing .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(;X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` (;X) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote the letter to Dame .&lt;br /&gt;The one I promised myself I would write it .&lt;br /&gt;And I placed it in her bag together with the rest of the messages from our class .&lt;br /&gt;(;X) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audition is still under patch and I guess I will go on blog hopping ^^ .&lt;br /&gt;(;X) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haix ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(;X) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started Typing : 1.55PM&lt;br /&gt;Finished Typing : 2.31PM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-2377115368218020851?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2377115368218020851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/updates-end-of-mye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/2377115368218020851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/2377115368218020851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/updates-end-of-mye.html' title='Updates - End of MYE ! ;)'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-8682936938358033246</id><published>2009-04-23T19:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:12:34.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Handkerchief Man</title><content type='html'>Beware Beware !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SfBMHu49GvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wywa_wYbqP8/s1600-h/DSC00138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SfBMHu49GvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wywa_wYbqP8/s320/DSC00138.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327842054909008626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;) !&lt;br /&gt;Dangerous man.&lt;br /&gt;Targets people's handkerchief. ;X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-8682936938358033246?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8682936938358033246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/handkerchief-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/8682936938358033246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/8682936938358033246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/handkerchief-man.html' title='Handkerchief Man'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SfBMHu49GvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wywa_wYbqP8/s72-c/DSC00138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-7600334498104155985</id><published>2009-04-19T21:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:58:29.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Sickening Audii</title><content type='html'>Sickening Audii, can't get in for the whole morning.&lt;br /&gt;Finally got in and managed to get Free2 for ~LOONIES~ and Novice1 for ~LaughDieMe~.&lt;br /&gt;Dc-ed.&lt;br /&gt;And then wasn't able to get in anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Was helping Opaque with his story. T^T !&lt;br /&gt;Couple mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the afternoon playing lame games.&lt;br /&gt;Playing With Fire from www.mofunzone.com.&lt;br /&gt;Then www.barbie.com linking to PollyPocket which gave me a black page and so I went to myscene.com.&lt;br /&gt;Also went to ZodiacGirlz.&lt;br /&gt;Haix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then decided to go YoutTube to find nice songs.&lt;br /&gt;Got a sudden idea and downloaded loads of songs.&lt;br /&gt;Updated the songs in my handphone playlist.&lt;br /&gt;Some songs were quite old but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Who cares.&lt;br /&gt;The songs are nice.&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics are touching.&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Can't anyone just understand how I feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=X&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Audrey, ;).&lt;br /&gt;You're a very nice person and sorry for imposing on you these few days. ;X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` I feel lost. I feel alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss many people.&lt;br /&gt;Him.&lt;br /&gt;Her.&lt;br /&gt;Him.&lt;br /&gt;The old me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;``... Ends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-7600334498104155985?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7600334498104155985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/stupid-sickening-audii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/7600334498104155985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/7600334498104155985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/stupid-sickening-audii.html' title='Stupid Sickening Audii'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-926589861422221366</id><published>2009-04-19T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:02:59.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates - Meeting Opaque and Others</title><content type='html'>Haven't update the blog in such a damn long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-4April2009, Saturday-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`` I Met Opaque. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-18April2009, Saturday-&lt;br /&gt;SYFFFF!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;X_X !&lt;br /&gt;Memorable experience ;) !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-926589861422221366?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/926589861422221366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/updates-meeting-opaque-and-others.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/926589861422221366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/926589861422221366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/updates-meeting-opaque-and-others.html' title='Updates - Meeting Opaque and Others'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-9200573503133610408</id><published>2009-03-18T09:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:57:53.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates - Links</title><content type='html'>UPDATE!&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE!!&lt;br /&gt;UPDATED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got the time to update my blog. D=&lt;br /&gt;It seems like the blog is going dead.&lt;br /&gt;Life going down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;== !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework sucks.&lt;br /&gt;So far, I managed only to do Chinese workbook. ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many more to go.&lt;br /&gt;Can die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.Maths.&lt;br /&gt;E.Maths.&lt;br /&gt;English.&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was holidays ever really holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-9200573503133610408?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/9200573503133610408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/updates-links.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/9200573503133610408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/9200573503133610408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/updates-links.html' title='Updates - Links'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-8123645256276243306</id><published>2009-03-07T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T17:32:22.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EZ-Link</title><content type='html'>Just reached home. Should have got home earlier but on the way, I lost my EZ-Link after making a donation.&lt;br /&gt;Went out to Tampines Interchange today.&lt;br /&gt;Got off the bus and have a girl from Damai Secondary School holding the tin can, trying to get people to donate. Tried that out before. LOLS, I mean, asking for people for donation and seriously, it is not at all fun.&lt;br /&gt;I made up my mind to donate later because I was running late for the reason why I was out on this freaking day with huge rain.&lt;br /&gt;After meeting up with my mother to pass her the things she need at TS Video Shop and buying dinnner, I walked back.&lt;br /&gt;I walked all the way to another end of the Interchange back to where I got off the bus to find those girls. And donated 20cents to each of their tins. =P&lt;br /&gt;Then when I wanted to take out my Ez-Link, I realised, it's not with me.&lt;br /&gt;I lost it.&lt;br /&gt;Walked up and down the same road which I walked for around 10 times. Yet to avail of finding the card.&lt;br /&gt;I went all the way to the MRT Station from the Interchange to try my luck to see if it was there.&lt;br /&gt;But no...&lt;br /&gt;Then I went back to the Interchange.&lt;br /&gt;And on my way back, I was thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Why should I have made the donation. And walked all around the place. I should have gone home straight.&lt;br /&gt;Who said kindness paid.&lt;br /&gt;And I was thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Please. Let me find my EZ-Link.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to lost it.&lt;br /&gt;One of the reason is because the EZ-Link have my Primary School picture. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;=X&lt;br /&gt;And something told me...&lt;br /&gt;Find the girl who you made the donations to...&lt;br /&gt;Go.&lt;br /&gt;I went.&lt;br /&gt;And she passed me.&lt;br /&gt;THAT FREAKING BLUE CARD I WAS GOING UP AND DOWN FOR!&lt;br /&gt;And at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;I was dang freaking happy.&lt;br /&gt;I asked her the school she was from.&lt;br /&gt;Damai Secondary School.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't ask her for her name though. D=&lt;br /&gt;And then I went home...&lt;br /&gt;On the bus...&lt;br /&gt;I thought about it.&lt;br /&gt;Kindness pays.&lt;br /&gt;It does.&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes when it doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;It's only because the time isn't ripe.&lt;br /&gt;Never stop doing kind deeds. Even small little ones.&lt;br /&gt;Just because I met with some little suay things. (Losing EZ-Link is a huge one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmms. Haven't update my blog for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Vicky told me to update.&lt;br /&gt;And yea. I noticed too.&lt;br /&gt;It's going dead. D=&lt;br /&gt;The fate all my blogs have to go through.&lt;br /&gt;Well.&lt;br /&gt;So here shall be, my update.&lt;br /&gt;To Vicky: Finally a longer post than my previous short ones. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back my E.Maths quiz/test/whatever.&lt;br /&gt;And the result was negatively, freaking O-M-G.&lt;br /&gt;Though expected that well. That would happened.&lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless still felt sad.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, my other classmates did quite well.&lt;br /&gt;Other than me.&lt;br /&gt;Could probably be the last in class...&lt;br /&gt;But I realised my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;Carelessness.&lt;br /&gt;Blurness.&lt;br /&gt;Like what Mr.Teo always told me. Careless, careless, careless.&lt;br /&gt;I got the concept and careless did me in.&lt;br /&gt;Careless...&lt;br /&gt;Terrible mistake.&lt;br /&gt;Probably due to the stress that I was under when the paper started.&lt;br /&gt;X_X Stressed that time was not enough.&lt;br /&gt;Stressed that I might not be able to answer the question.&lt;br /&gt;Might not be able to do them with the right method and calculations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But stressed brought me no where.&lt;br /&gt;Heart dropped and sunk when I got back the results.&lt;br /&gt;Hard not to let those tears dropped.&lt;br /&gt;No use crying over split milk, I told myself.&lt;br /&gt;But was still sad.&lt;br /&gt;Like who won't.&lt;br /&gt;But still. I can't change it. X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes. When I don't do well in tests, it's not because I never took them seriously. Even after I study. (Though I didn't study for most tests.) But because my mind just blank. And I get all nervous. Lols. It's terribly dumb but I seem to have developed a phobia for tests. D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now~ I want to thank a few people. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Teo (A.Maths Teacher): For allowing me to take up his time during some random days when I pop in his office to sit there, enjoy the air con and then empty that green file with worksheets where he would be shot with questions. Stupid ones too. From his tood student who has always been slow with Maths (digits).&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Yee (E.Maths Teacher): Who immediately told me not to give up when I got back my paper. Thanks Mr.Yee. I won't. I'm sorry to have let you down this time. But I will try harder. Really.&lt;br /&gt;Both Mr.Yee and Mr.Teo: Sorry for handing those assignments late, very late. D= I just need a bit more time to complete them. Serious.&lt;br /&gt;Friends: Who did not left me alone. Even when it's small little things like walking with me to the parade square at the start of the day, accompanying me to the toilet, or spending the rest of lunch break having little chats with me. Small little things that I appreciate. Small little things that chase away loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then...&lt;br /&gt;Maths is hard but I won't give up.&lt;br /&gt;Physics is not easy but I won't give up too.&lt;br /&gt;I will get the hang of them someday.&lt;br /&gt;When is another story.&lt;br /&gt;Someday though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and and random something.&lt;br /&gt;BERNADETTE AND I HAVE THE SAME DREAM!!!&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHHA!&lt;br /&gt;HELLO BERNADETTE! THAT IS SO WOOOOOTS!&lt;br /&gt;WE HAVE THE SAMMMMMME DREAM!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thus~~~~~ Let's both jyjy for our dream! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. Think the post is long enough. X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-8123645256276243306?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8123645256276243306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/ez-link.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/8123645256276243306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/8123645256276243306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/ez-link.html' title='EZ-Link'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-4228475422169679164</id><published>2009-03-05T21:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T21:34:01.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Supreme Court</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/Sa_UJEwNqRI/AAAAAAAAAGs/lbMBzgcrlHk/s1600-h/DSC00064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/Sa_UJEwNqRI/AAAAAAAAAGs/lbMBzgcrlHk/s320/DSC00064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309695738052978962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/Sa_UEXZau6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/L3jSJ5Nm9S4/s1600-h/DSC00062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/Sa_UEXZau6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/L3jSJ5Nm9S4/s320/DSC00062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309695657158294434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures.&lt;br /&gt;None with me in it. Too ugly to be posted. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-4228475422169679164?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4228475422169679164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/trip-to-supreme-court.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/4228475422169679164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/4228475422169679164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/trip-to-supreme-court.html' title='Trip to Supreme Court'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/Sa_UJEwNqRI/AAAAAAAAAGs/lbMBzgcrlHk/s72-c/DSC00064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-3013724565931797561</id><published>2009-02-26T22:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T22:43:17.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney Addiction</title><content type='html'>Don't know why but recently, a sudden surge of Disney Addiction attacked me.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like watching all those fairy tales again.&lt;br /&gt;I remembered I used to hate watching Snow White because the part where the queen turn into the freaking black and white old lady was scary.&lt;br /&gt;I hate to watch Pinocchio because the scene when he got locked up and the part where he turned into a donkey was super scary and made me want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds silly.&lt;br /&gt;But all those happened when I WAS A TODDLER.&lt;br /&gt;But the scenes remain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I want to rewatch them.&lt;br /&gt;Snow White's queen turned into the old lady with black and white suit.&lt;br /&gt;BLACCCK AND WHITEEEEEEEE. My favourite colour!&lt;br /&gt;As for Pinocchio.&lt;br /&gt;Er, save it for later.&lt;br /&gt;I want to rewatch sleeping beauty!&lt;br /&gt;"I know you~ I walked with you once~ Upon~ A dream~~~"&lt;br /&gt;I like this song. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella.&lt;br /&gt;The glass slippers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. I miss those tales.&lt;br /&gt;Those stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*might be skipping Audii in the weekends to watch these x3 !*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAIRYTALES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-3013724565931797561?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3013724565931797561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/disney-addiction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/3013724565931797561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/3013724565931797561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/disney-addiction.html' title='Disney Addiction'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-3756268018431203922</id><published>2009-02-26T21:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T21:59:51.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always Online Web Movie (With English Subtitles)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=moCgSA-bBVA&amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=moCgSA-bBVA&amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touching die. )=&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, I cried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-3756268018431203922?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3756268018431203922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/always-online-web-movie-with-english.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/3756268018431203922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/3756268018431203922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/always-online-web-movie-with-english.html' title='Always Online Web Movie (With English Subtitles)'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-4225387488889989569</id><published>2009-02-24T23:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T23:07:42.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>E.Maths Quiz - Screwed</title><content type='html'>Chapter 3 - Inequalities.&lt;br /&gt;SCREWED.&lt;br /&gt;DUE TO CARELESSNESS.&lt;br /&gt;GOSH GOSH GOSH.&lt;br /&gt;Dang it depressing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'mma faint. D= !&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my brain going blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLEEP TIME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-4225387488889989569?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4225387488889989569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/emaths-quiz-screwed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/4225387488889989569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/4225387488889989569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/emaths-quiz-screwed.html' title='E.Maths Quiz - Screwed'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-3489528718218955468</id><published>2009-02-23T19:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T19:24:21.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freak Off</title><content type='html'>Stuffs and bothers.&lt;br /&gt;Freak off. =.=&lt;br /&gt;Had enough.&lt;br /&gt;****** ******* in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Arghs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXXXX. XXXXX XXX. XXXXXXX.&lt;br /&gt;Shoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-3489528718218955468?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3489528718218955468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/freak-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/3489528718218955468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/3489528718218955468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/freak-off.html' title='Freak Off'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-5056787308920954421</id><published>2009-02-19T22:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:17:25.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X_X ? == !!</title><content type='html'>LOLS! LOLS! LOLS!&lt;br /&gt;It's JUST FUNNY DIE. =X&lt;br /&gt;*Mad-ed*&lt;br /&gt;LOLS! LOLS! =X&lt;br /&gt;K. Ridiculous post. == !!&lt;br /&gt;But it meeeeeeans SOMETHING! =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-5056787308920954421?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5056787308920954421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/xx.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/5056787308920954421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/5056787308920954421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/xx.html' title='X_X ? == !!'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-3647248733263048387</id><published>2009-02-15T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:55:00.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures - Vicky, Clara, WeiNing and Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SZgsjYS3d5I/AAAAAAAAAGM/38l8iY0HdhE/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SZgsjYS3d5I/AAAAAAAAAGM/38l8iY0HdhE/s320/Image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303037547557386130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qian bai ge bu yuan yi D= !&lt;br /&gt;I look so retarded! DDD= !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I like it. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-3647248733263048387?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3647248733263048387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/pictures-vicky-clara-weining-and-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/3647248733263048387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/3647248733263048387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/pictures-vicky-clara-weining-and-me.html' title='Pictures - Vicky, Clara, WeiNing and Me'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SZgsjYS3d5I/AAAAAAAAAGM/38l8iY0HdhE/s72-c/Image004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-5270415003106813671</id><published>2009-02-10T20:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T21:29:08.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Straw Is Still Dangling</title><content type='html'>Wth. I bear and bear with it. Not making responses. Cause I gave her the thing I thought she still deserved.&lt;br /&gt;Yet again and again she chose to bring up those unhappy things.&lt;br /&gt;Reading your blog makes me feel as if we are the ones who did wrong to you.&lt;br /&gt;People are only reading your side of the story and seriously. It is very unfair if only you were to tell the story.&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten some parts? Let me fill in those parts for you.&lt;br /&gt;And. Of course, the details in which you missed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 28 January 2009, Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;English period.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Zaid wanted us to write a descriptive paragraph on a video that he is going to show.&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to do it in a group.&lt;br /&gt;My group consist of Dame, QuanLi, JianMing, Royston and I.&lt;br /&gt;So. I contributed to the paragraph with my first sentence ^^ : "Darkness embraced the forest."&lt;br /&gt;Next, QuanLi contributed something. Which I forgot what.&lt;br /&gt;Then the third sentence, we were stuck.&lt;br /&gt;So Mr Zaid came to help us.&lt;br /&gt;But after that, we were still stuck at the fourth sentence.&lt;br /&gt;So we begin to think.&lt;br /&gt;But as per normal discussion with this group, we ended up crapping.&lt;br /&gt;QuanLi was singing thanks to his sudden inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;And Dame was smacking his head with her books.&lt;br /&gt;Supposingly it was fun and everything.&lt;br /&gt;Up to this point, let me get this clear. When QuanLi and I gave idea for the first and second sentence, JianMing and Royston were the ones who wrote it down. This means, Dame did not do anything.&lt;br /&gt;Not like we didn't ask her to.&lt;br /&gt;All she said was, "Saya malas." (which means I am lazy)&lt;br /&gt;Next, what happened was, I joined in the crapping and laughing as well.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, she was worried that we can't complete the work in time.&lt;br /&gt;So she shouted at QuanLi in chinese, asking him to finish the work in a supposingly demanding tone.&lt;br /&gt;And QuanLi, being the joking him replied that why not she do since she made it sound as if it was that easy and that she hadn't do anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;That pissed Dame off. Even though I agreed with QuanLi and that she has nothing to be pissed about. She slammed the table and yelled, "Fine la! I do la!"&lt;br /&gt;Normally, when people say this kind of things, they would probably prove it to others that they really will do it right?&lt;br /&gt;Instead, she took out her Chinese Textbook and started highlighting the words and phrases for our Chinese Spelling. Then, she pulled her table from QuanLi's. This means, she is the one who isolated us. Not the other way round.&lt;br /&gt;Right. Then the boys wanted to go to the Gents and thus they went to get the permission from Mr Zaid. Thank god Mr Zaid didn't allow because there were solid awkwardness between Dame and I where the guys were away. I tried calling, "Damie~ Damie~" But all she did was dao me. And, she was singing. At this point, I would like to ask her. Last time, when I dao her, and most of the time was accidental, in Audii somemore, how come she can dao me now? Next. QuanLi can't sing so how come she can.&lt;br /&gt;The guys came back anyway because Mr Zaid deny their going to the Gents.&lt;br /&gt;Well then, I finished the paragraph and guess what? It was ok and we got it through! And we were one of the earliest to sumit it. So if Dame got angry because she was worried that we can't finished in time, why is she still angry when:&lt;br /&gt;1 - She didn't contributed at all.&lt;br /&gt;2 - I did most of the things and handed it up.&lt;br /&gt;3 - Mr Zaid said it was ok.&lt;br /&gt;Forget it then. Earlier on, she asked me to watch movie with her because that day, it was a half-day due to the good 'O' Level Results and the school decided to let us off.&lt;br /&gt;But after what happened in class, she gave me the attitude.&lt;br /&gt;She said she want to leave as soon as possible because she don't want to see SOMEONE.&lt;br /&gt;So she went out of class. I followed as fast as I can.&lt;br /&gt;I thought maybe a movie can cheered her up so I asked.&lt;br /&gt;What about the movie?&lt;br /&gt;She yelled at me and gave me the look and went: "Bu Yao Kan Le La!"&lt;br /&gt;And she walked off at a very fast pace.&lt;br /&gt;I caught up with her again and I asked, out of concern, "Where are you going now?"&lt;br /&gt;She yelled at me again and didn't even look at me properly, "Hui Jia La!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something was very wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I was the one who helped her finished her part for the English thing.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I want to get credits for that.&lt;br /&gt;But since I help her, and she didn't even thank me because she had a bad mood, how come she vent it on me. I felt so. Ridiculous is the first word that pops out in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Being her classmate for 2 years, I understand this is her temper. So I let it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching home, I do as per normal what I always did.&lt;br /&gt;Audii. X_X !&lt;br /&gt;She logged in at some point of time and went like, "yooooooooooos~"&lt;br /&gt;AndI thought she was fine.&lt;br /&gt;JJ was there. He asked everyone to go to Entry3 because he bought the channel.&lt;br /&gt;He asked if who got the stiffies to go there.&lt;br /&gt;Dame, under the disguise of xSpadesx3, said, "i don't want lehs, any prob?"&lt;br /&gt;And JJ replied, "don't want don't want la, talk so much for what, LMAO"&lt;br /&gt;And Dame countered, "i like to talk, your prob?"&lt;br /&gt;And I knew at that instant, for both of them would let it rest, that a storm was brewing.&lt;br /&gt;Using Embellish at that time, I went to the Mall to avoid it.&lt;br /&gt;When I went out of the Mall, they were still arguing.&lt;br /&gt;Pussy, a peacemaker was asking Dame to let it rest because JJ isn't talking anymore.&lt;br /&gt;But Dame would not let it rest and thought that JJ is only not talking because he has nothing to counter. But the fact is that, he is just trying to let it rest on account of me, giving me face.&lt;br /&gt;But Dame won't.&lt;br /&gt;When the others asked her to quiet down also, she said that that was her FAM Chat and if anyone was not happy, they could leave.&lt;br /&gt;I believes she knows, how much effort I put in that FAM, to ask people I can trust to join, people to stay, people to remain and for ~LOONIES~ to become what they were today, all of them are important. Yet even though knowing all these efforts that I put in, she can ask them to leave FAM. =.=&lt;br /&gt;So I asked Pussy to continue with her game and asked JJ to chill.&lt;br /&gt;If she notice, I didn't ask her because I knew she would not be happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;Yet she doesn't want to give up so in the end I have no choice but to ask her to chill too.&lt;br /&gt;And the annoying thing was, she asked me to kick her out of the FAM.&lt;br /&gt;I told her, I won't because I don't find it a need to.&lt;br /&gt;At that point of time, when I asked her to chill also, I knew she would threaten me with Hanae's ring. I was mentally prepared.&lt;br /&gt;But when she said it, it still hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Other than asking me to kick her out of the FAM, she said she can shun bian break the "marriage" that we have. Hanae and xSpadesx3. Our ring. The ring which symbolises the friendship between us. And she is using that to threaten me...&lt;br /&gt;And when I told her about the "I don't find it a need to," she asked me to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;She.&lt;br /&gt;Asked.&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;To.&lt;br /&gt;Shut.&lt;br /&gt;Up.&lt;br /&gt;In.&lt;br /&gt;My.&lt;br /&gt;Own.&lt;br /&gt;FAM.&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;In then end, she managed to force JJ out of the FAM.&lt;br /&gt;And before JJ left, he threw a sentence, "this is a pro FAM with a noob and useless member."&lt;br /&gt;And then he was gone.&lt;br /&gt;The FAM went all quiet.&lt;br /&gt;And a few minutes later, Dame broke the silence with.&lt;br /&gt;"i shall go study just in case i become like some noob"&lt;br /&gt;The noob, refers to JJ I assume, for his bad English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And throughout the whole time when the arguement was going on, I was crying.&lt;br /&gt;I was yelling.&lt;br /&gt;I was screaming.&lt;br /&gt;My heart was torn.&lt;br /&gt;I was on phone with QuanLi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At MSN, I saw her personal message.&lt;br /&gt;She has two MSN.&lt;br /&gt;One of them was.&lt;br /&gt;"I successfully suanned ~LOONIES~ jr until he left the FAM :)"&lt;br /&gt;The other one was.&lt;br /&gt;"yea, i am a NOOB, USELESS member, do the FBs yourself next time, PRO leader."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, she referred to me.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do wrong to deserve all these nonsense from her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dame is someone QuanLi and I cherish as our friends.&lt;br /&gt;That's why we try to gave in to her whenever she gave have her bad times.&lt;br /&gt;But because we are her friends, we want her to learn.&lt;br /&gt;We want her to learn how to say sorry when she is in the wrong.&lt;br /&gt;There is no use holding on to the something she considered important, "face", when she is going to lose all her friends in the end.&lt;br /&gt;That's why we chose to dao her.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I shifted my place to the front.&lt;br /&gt;Extreme, but how else are we supposed to let her understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 January 2009 Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Dame SMSed me in the middle of the class.&lt;br /&gt;"This is just to inform you, I will be breaking up with Hanae later. Don't need reply."&lt;br /&gt;So, she is the one pushing me away, and not the other way as she claim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yet on her blog, she made it sound as if, it's my fault.&lt;br /&gt;My fault that I pushed her away.&lt;br /&gt;She said I found new friends and she will have to go.&lt;br /&gt;But that is not the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been blogging on my public blog, my personal blog but only this blog.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to make response to her posts.&lt;br /&gt;It just sucks.&lt;br /&gt;I am being depicted as a bad girl who dumps her old friends for new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 January 2009 Saturday, Today.&lt;br /&gt;I gave up on her.&lt;br /&gt;Gave up on us.&lt;br /&gt;If she was willing to apologise that day, QuanLi and I would be more than happy to accept it, accept her once again, and forgo the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;But it seems like she won't.&lt;br /&gt;According to Jie, she won't apologise until she confirmed we accept her back.&lt;br /&gt;Yet QuanLi and I say that we won't accept her back until she apologise.&lt;br /&gt;So we are stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since the things were over for so long, I thought maybe we would move on.&lt;br /&gt;But she chose to post again and again.&lt;br /&gt;And lols now what?&lt;br /&gt;Comparing me and Ennabelle?&lt;br /&gt;We argued. Yea, then how do you want me to be there when we had those times?&lt;br /&gt;Console you when I myself is hurt?&lt;br /&gt;Funny. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mean war? When you forced JJ out.&lt;br /&gt;When you let off you steam in the FAM, who was the one who started the mean war.&lt;br /&gt;Me??&lt;br /&gt;Who was the one who flared up during English Lesson and would not let it go.&lt;br /&gt;Me??&lt;br /&gt;Who was the one who use the word 'brainless' on others.&lt;br /&gt;Me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols. Mean indeed.&lt;br /&gt;And you can return back to the FAM and treat it as if nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~LOONIES~ is your hard work too.&lt;br /&gt;But yet you can ask people to leave if they can't stand you.&lt;br /&gt;Not like you don't know how much effort I spent, asking those people to join, to stay.&lt;br /&gt;And you, can try to get them out. Just because you want to let off your steam?&lt;br /&gt;Yea. Why would you want to ruin it. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You contributed ideas. We passed you the pen and paper.&lt;br /&gt;But what did you do?&lt;br /&gt;Did you write them down?&lt;br /&gt;No. You pushed it away. Again and again.&lt;br /&gt;Saying what, "Saya malas." =.=&lt;br /&gt;And then now you are saying we don't pay attention to your ideas?&lt;br /&gt;Right on. That's amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to play Audii.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, that day. I reacted this way when you asked me out.&lt;br /&gt;But I regretted it.&lt;br /&gt;I know I ought to spend more time with you.&lt;br /&gt;If I were so determined to play Audii, I wouldn't even change my mind even if you are giving me a treat.&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't matter whether you are giving a treat or not, because you are my friend, you are asking me out. The FAM can wait. Till evening. There was time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But time ran out for our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;The moment when the ring was removed.&lt;br /&gt;I guessed that was when it stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dao-ed you.&lt;br /&gt;But have you ever stopped to think.&lt;br /&gt;Why did we do that.&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;We just wanted you to apologise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols. And you said you cried.&lt;br /&gt;But wasn't I crying too when you let off your steam.&lt;br /&gt;I told you many many times.&lt;br /&gt;~LOONIES~ is my life.&lt;br /&gt;And yet you can do such damage to it.&lt;br /&gt;QuanLi, I guessed that was the first time you knew how what I was like when I lose control.&lt;br /&gt;LOLS! =X Crying, shouting. Totally went mad and insane.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for shouting into the phone that day.&lt;br /&gt;But you were the one I needed to talk to. LOLS. As a good friend. ^^&lt;br /&gt;=X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now what.&lt;br /&gt;You are comparing me and Ennabelle?&lt;br /&gt;Yea yea, anyone can see you are happily with her.&lt;br /&gt;And that's great.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, yea, I am happy for you.&lt;br /&gt;Since you found your true friend, who can brin gyou to work hard for your future.&lt;br /&gt;Then I wish you all the luck you can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is.&lt;br /&gt;Why must you bomb ~LOONIES~ and I again and again on the blog.&lt;br /&gt;Joining those FAMs which you know we detest.&lt;br /&gt;=.= Delibrate agitating.&lt;br /&gt;If there really were to have FAM war, the chance of ~LOONIES~ winning, is as much as those FAMs you joined.&lt;br /&gt;But if you really want to join, it's your choice I guessed.&lt;br /&gt;But with the ~LOONIES~ spirit, those FAMs aren't going to be the last few foe FAMs we are ever going to make.&lt;br /&gt;Keep track of it if you want.&lt;br /&gt;If you can.&lt;br /&gt;And according to your logic, ~LOONIES~'s foe FAM is your beloved FAM.&lt;br /&gt;So...our Alliances are your foes? X_X&lt;br /&gt;Gosh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't deny you have skills in Audii.&lt;br /&gt;But skills doesn't mean everything.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't take what it gets to be a good Audii player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to tell me off.&lt;br /&gt;Saying I treat Audii too seriously.&lt;br /&gt;But aren't you doing the same thing?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not the same exactly but similar things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are getting pissed because of JJ?&lt;br /&gt;Because of whatever that's happened in Audii.&lt;br /&gt;And then bringing them out to real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the previous time when you said I dao you in Audii.&lt;br /&gt;AUDII. =.=&lt;br /&gt;You said I was too serious about it.&lt;br /&gt;I admit I am. You deny you were.&lt;br /&gt;But when you were pissed.&lt;br /&gt;What were you pissed about?&lt;br /&gt;Pissed that I changed guys to stick to? (like hell I did)&lt;br /&gt;Pissed that I dao you?&lt;br /&gt;And where were all those happening.&lt;br /&gt;Audii. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get the point I mean.&lt;br /&gt;So aren't you in for it as well?&lt;br /&gt;Audii. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And things to clear once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't change guys to stick to.&lt;br /&gt;You don't have the rights to say that to me.&lt;br /&gt;Dodo has been my best friend right on from Year 2007.&lt;br /&gt;Opaque is my main account's couple.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever your definition of main is, mine is the first account I created so Yeezi it will be.&lt;br /&gt;Alee had been Thali's couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't change guys to stick to.&lt;br /&gt;Dodo was with me all along. Or you can also say, I am with him all along.&lt;br /&gt;Because being with each other has become a habit that developed over 1 year.&lt;br /&gt;He is my best friend, I am his.&lt;br /&gt;This point, get it cleared.&lt;br /&gt;Opaque, my couple.&lt;br /&gt;What do you want me to do with him.&lt;br /&gt;Couple him then dump him?&lt;br /&gt;I can't. Because he is a nice guy, hard to come by.&lt;br /&gt;A couple that someone like me can't get easily.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe impossible to get.&lt;br /&gt;Alee. I told you the reason we couple several times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself.&lt;br /&gt;When you accused me changing guys to stick to. Which is a damn big insult to me.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought of yourself?&lt;br /&gt;When you said I "change guys to stick to".&lt;br /&gt;What about you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to mention names.&lt;br /&gt;You know who I mean. =.=&lt;br /&gt;Plus, you went out with Alee. (not that I mind alot or what)&lt;br /&gt;Lols. You definitely have no rights to say things about me when it's from your point of view, making those false and hurting accusations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think it's easy to face you in class?&lt;br /&gt;You don't want to care.&lt;br /&gt;Not like I want to.&lt;br /&gt;Yet everytime. I let it rest, let it pass.&lt;br /&gt;You will choose to bring it up.&lt;br /&gt;Again and again, posting and posting.&lt;br /&gt;Posting all of your side of the story.&lt;br /&gt;On your public blog too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lols! So yea great.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for making me as your EX-bestfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for comparing me with Ennabelle.&lt;br /&gt;It helps so much to let me know I am so inferior to her.&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for letting me know how you viewed me.&lt;br /&gt;As a slut? As a cheap girl who CHANGE GUYS TO STICK TO.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the memories you gave me. Whether it's the happy ones. Or those I want to throw away.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the times when you have been there for me.&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying hard to be there for you too.&lt;br /&gt;It's just hard when you wouldn't tell me anything.&lt;br /&gt;I am not Nicole. Who can read your mind.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to mention her.&lt;br /&gt;But I like Nicole too.&lt;br /&gt;She's my friend.&lt;br /&gt;Though the bond between Nicole and I isn't as strong as the bond between you and her but she was after all, the one who brought us back together as friends, patched things up.&lt;br /&gt;Like what an angel will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what happened to her.&lt;br /&gt;Since you didn't talk to me about it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not Ennabelle.&lt;br /&gt;Who can constantly encouraged you to do your work and everything.&lt;br /&gt;But hey, admit it. I tried. =.=&lt;br /&gt;I did said homework it a must to do.&lt;br /&gt;I did ask you to study hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said I am not a good motivator?&lt;br /&gt;How good are you then.&lt;br /&gt;You dare say you are a better one than I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are tired.&lt;br /&gt;I am tired.&lt;br /&gt;Give it up.&lt;br /&gt;It's all over.&lt;br /&gt;We are classmates, it's a fact.&lt;br /&gt;Take it leave it.&lt;br /&gt;You have to take it.&lt;br /&gt;Unless you have other ways out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things sucks now.&lt;br /&gt;Not everything.&lt;br /&gt;I am moving on.&lt;br /&gt;Trying hard to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TimeStarted: 8:33PM&lt;br /&gt;FinishedTyping: 9:26PM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-5270415003106813671?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5270415003106813671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/5270415003106813671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/5270415003106813671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='The Last Straw Is Still Dangling'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-72707635767804754</id><published>2009-01-28T18:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T18:20:36.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO S3aStar!!!</title><content type='html'>Today's Jie's Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHIRNEY JIE!!! x3 ~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Mei Love You!&lt;br /&gt;Always supporting you!! =DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-72707635767804754?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/72707635767804754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-to-s3astar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/72707635767804754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/72707635767804754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-to-s3astar.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO S3aStar!!!'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-2694629095935150145</id><published>2009-01-18T22:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T22:41:53.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have Trust In Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Abstract From Someone's Blog&lt;/u&gt; (not to be divulged who)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opinion: It kinda set me thinking when I read this. =X Read on~ Leave any comments at the tagbox if you want. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Trust. Faith.&lt;br /&gt;What are they?&lt;br /&gt;Promises.&lt;br /&gt;What are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If these 3 qualities exist solidly between humans, happily ever after might be possible after all.&lt;br /&gt;But. As time goes. Things doesn't always seem what they are like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trusting someone whom you thought you can may turn out to be the worse decision that one can ever make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith. Believing that something can last forever like how it is being promised. Yet so many couple still break up despite making vows that their love last forever. Lost their faith, lost their love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Taken and edited from True Singapore Ghost Stories Book17**&lt;br /&gt;I, like some people, used to believed, if we work hard enough, we can do something to change this world into a better place for everyone to live in.&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't life be better if the rich were willing, and generous enough to help the poor. Or many different races living together in harmony? No more disputes between the Blacks and Whites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this thoughts became nothing but a naive, silly ambitious dream. Anyone who's been out long enough will know that it is a dog-eat-dog world out there. So long as one gets what he or she wants and benefits from it, who would care about others? Selfishness. Isn't this why drugs are smuggled and sold illegally and how cigarettes got into the hand of many underage students who should be studying instead of being attached to nicotine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wish I have the courage, to put in all I got, to give it all I have, to trust a person, to have faith that a miracle will happen, but in the end, everything will just end up in smoke.&lt;br /&gt;Trust and faith are gained over a long period of time but can be destroyed in a short one, within seconds. It's just like using 100 years to grow a tree, yet 10minutes, or even shorter to cut it down. As I grow older every second, the world just seem to get scarier. Even people who I used to believe in so much, I find it hard to confide in them. Scaring myself? Maybe. But that's how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promises made are broken all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Trust given are being betrayed.&lt;br /&gt;Faith entrusted is being stepped on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can one not shatter when these happened.&lt;br /&gt;At times, I wish my heart can be made of steel.&lt;br /&gt;At times, I wish my heart can just stop.&lt;br /&gt;At times, I wish I don't have to go through all these emotions.&lt;br /&gt;Yet all the times, I only have one wish. That is to find someone, who I can really really talk to, who would guide me, teach me, tell me what to do. Who would be there for me all the time. I know it's not easy therefore I'm still waiting. Waiting and waiting...&lt;br /&gt;Yet that someone seem so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith, trust, promises.&lt;br /&gt;What are they..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-2694629095935150145?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2694629095935150145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/have-trust-in-faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/2694629095935150145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/2694629095935150145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/have-trust-in-faith.html' title='Have Trust In Faith'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-7094903752300928740</id><published>2009-01-16T18:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T18:56:15.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Just some random updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tests and more tests! X_X ? That is so...tiring! Lols! Yea this word again.&lt;br /&gt;Other than this word, which other word can be used to describe this energy-less me. X_X !&lt;br /&gt;I'm dead. Sooner or later, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekends! **cherishes it**&lt;br /&gt;The only time where I get to meet Opaque, meet Dodo.&lt;br /&gt;CHERISH DIE!!!! =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Weekends. Slacks ^^. WAKAKAKA!&lt;br /&gt;Ehhhhs. Got homework right? Bad. Bad. Bad. Who cares. Do them tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;And hope tomorrow doesn't arrive. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala~ Time to go spam arrows!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-7094903752300928740?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7094903752300928740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/7094903752300928740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/7094903752300928740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-4952741440993511816</id><published>2009-01-15T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T21:49:08.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News x3~!</title><content type='html'>Tired die again.&lt;br /&gt;LOLS! Seem to start off with this sentence everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Skipped updating for 1 day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLS! Good news~&lt;br /&gt;MSP is a subject which can be used as 'O' Levels Humans x3~!!&lt;br /&gt;# As long as I pass it, 2 points can be minus-ed.&lt;br /&gt;# From Year 2009 onwards, the paper would be easier! By how much I don't know. Can pass can le. x3~!!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuiYee ~x3~ Dame&lt;br /&gt;Hanae ~x3~ xSpadesx3&lt;br /&gt;Yeezi ~x3~ Opaque&lt;br /&gt;Ben ~x3~ Ann ^^&lt;br /&gt;Thali ~x3~ alee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-4952741440993511816?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4952741440993511816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-news-x3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/4952741440993511816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/4952741440993511816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-news-x3.html' title='Good News x3~!'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-8743189278231652799</id><published>2009-01-13T21:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T21:41:44.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired After School and CDC.</title><content type='html'>One word to describe everyday ever since school started.&lt;br /&gt;Tired.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is nothing but homework and more homework.&lt;br /&gt;Tired la!!!! T^T !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-8743189278231652799?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8743189278231652799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/tired-after-school-and-cdc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/8743189278231652799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/8743189278231652799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/tired-after-school-and-cdc.html' title='Tired After School and CDC.'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-2280458790375756616</id><published>2009-01-13T00:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T00:41:16.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing People In My Life</title><content type='html'>At this moment, where I just decided to go to sleep, I just want to confess.&lt;br /&gt;Yeezi miss die ~LOONIES~, miss die her teammates, FAM Mates.&lt;br /&gt;Love die them all. Always in her mind. Every minute, every second, every hour, everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x3~ How will I survive without you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh And Hanae x3 xSpadesx3.&lt;br /&gt;LAOSHU ai DAMI! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3042189809121690713-2280458790375756616?l=u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2280458790375756616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/missing-people-in-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/2280458790375756616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3042189809121690713/posts/default/2280458790375756616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://u-embellish-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/missing-people-in-my-life.html' title='Missing People In My Life'/><author><name>StarShine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15496034368863648677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IChkiKGIlwE/SsjDT7xZKuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/4oTNat1m3IE/S220/Happiness.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3042189809121690713.post-3110261078458205556</id><published>2009-01-12T18:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T19:31:04.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Points Of Views.</title><content type='html'>With regards about our punishment, I tried to look at things from different point of views.&lt;br /&gt;Note1: Please try to ignore any grammatical errors, tenses errors, spelling errors and sentence phrasing errors. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Note2: This post does not serve as an attempt to offend anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Note3: The point of view is just me trying to put myself in their shoes. Sorry if I got it wrong. =X&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a mind reader. =XX !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;#1: Mr Zaid's point of view. - sorry if I miss interpret.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having to listen to other teacher's complaining about his own form class can seem to be a disgrace to you, not handing up our work (Which is somehow not quite true. Explain later.) , hearing other teachers complain about us being noisy, not being co-operative and so on.&lt;br /&gt;Punishing us might seem like it is a way to make us learn our lesson, hope that we would not do it again, to save the time, to save teachers from having to nag at us about our attire, our grooming, our assignments and everything. For our benefits, to be short. You got pissed with us too, saying that we are showing attitude and stuff. And that the reason why you don't let us get too familiar with you is because, familiarity breeds contempt? Something like that. And that we would walk over your head and being disrespect to you. Maybe looking from this point. We are in the wrong. X_X !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;#2: Mr Teo's point of view. - hope I see it correctly.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As our A-Maths teacher, you tried to teach us whatever you think we should know. You tried your best to get our attention so as to let us absorb as much information about this subject as possible. A-Maths is a new subject and not easy to get the hang (am I right? =X) so you really need our full attention. You probably think we might be needing help for some of us are unfortunately weak in Maths and thus allowed us to discuss in pairs, or small groups. But you did not expect that we got so carried away with the discussion that we totally forgot that you still want to teach and thus pissed you off.&lt;br /&gt;If we want to improve, we got to do our assignments and then hand up to you on time so that you can take a look and review it. To see how much we learn, how much we understand. Some of us did not hand up in time and therefore you probably thought we don't take your words seriously and do not give much attention to this subject. You tried to guide us and help us understand the topic better by giving us remedials but many did not turn up. Disappointing so therefore, from your point of view, yeah, you should be angry. X_X !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Point of view of 3BN.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attire, grooming: According to what the school rules states, the way we would end up looking if we stick exactly to the rules is extremely nerd? X_X ? Thus sometimes we break one or two rules especially about the shirt being tucked out or the ankle socks. It's more comfortable the way we dressed now. The rules is just some limits.&lt;br /&gt;Late handing up of homework might be due to having CCAs or trouble trying to complete the work. Or some think it's because it's a new year so can slack abit. =X But then again, we hope to seek understanding from the teacher if we really do have some valid reasons. Example is like Mr Teo's remedial, some of us can't make it because we have appointments or other reasons. This does not mean that we do not take your lessons seriously or what. Things are different from the past, as time went, many things changed, the way of learning, the syllabus taught, not to mention the amount of homework each day for each subject. You labelled us as the worse class for handing up homework without even trying to understand the real reason. If you just reprimanded, maybe we could still understand you. But calling us the worse class or something like that. Please spare a thought for our feelings, who likes to be called the worse class or being labelled with a word that is negative. Even if we are students, even if we are much much younger than you, but even so, we have our own pride, our own reasons. We really hope you as a teacher, can try to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;My point of view&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one likes to have spammers intruding their blog tagging something nonsensical.&lt;br /&gt;Even if the spams are not hurtful, not negative, it's still sort of unplesant. I don't believe anyone in 3BN would give their own class blog's URL to someone who they know would spam Jane.&lt;br /&gt;We can't control the fingers of others, to spy on what they type and everything. I suggest we could keep the class blog private if we really want to prevent spammers.&lt;br /&gt;No students likes to spend any time of their day outside Grand Auditorium, trying to finish their homework. Given a choice, I would also want to hand up my homework on time, to finish what I can. But the thing is, I can't. It's not as if I didn't tried hard enough. I did. I paid attention in class but sometimes, my brain just can't absorb whatever that is projected right infront of me. The concepts are so hard to take it. I tried to ask friends for help, classmates, online friends. I did my best to try on every questions. But heys, how many subjects are we taking? Just Maths and A-Maths alone, the amount of homework given to us is enough to kill. == !!&lt;br /&gt;Many of us probably find 24 hours a day is not enough. We have our CCAs, we have our things to do. We start school at 7.45am everyday and average at around 2.45pm. For myself, I need time to go home since it's not really near school. On average, I need around 1hour to get home. To get settled for the best condition to be able to do homework, put away the materials for the homework for previous night, bathe, eat, and start doing homework. How much time is needed. Everyday, homework for more than a subject is given. Sometimes, I just can't find the answer no matter how much I tried. Maths was never easy for me. I need time. More time than normal people, considering that I'm a slow learner.&lt;br /&gt;How am I able to hand up 4 worksheets on time? And, regarding the remedial that was held. It's not that I don't want to go. I really really want to go too considering how much it would help me. But the problem was that, I had my third language class. Both subjects are equally important. MSP is considered in curriculum time, if I were to go for the Maths remedial and skipped MSP for even just a mere 30mins as you claim, according to Mr.Chua, the DM, missing even 5mins of the lesson is considered as a truancy. In addition, that MSP lesson was the first MSP lesson ever since school starts. First lesson and if I am late. How would my teacher think? I would probably be labelled as irresponsible and it would also be unfair to my teacher if I were to stood her up for other out of curriculum time lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing things from so many point of views is kind of interesting. LOLS!&lt;br /&gt;I thought about it alot. This might not apply to the people I mentioned but that's how I feel when I tried putting myself in their shoes. I must apologise if I said something wrong without knowing it. Or offended anyone. Really sorry. But really, that's just my personal opinion so. 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